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A SONG, Sung by GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUs over FIDELE,
supposed to be dead.
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS.
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
And rifle all the breathing spring.
To vex with shrieks his quiet grove;
And melting virgins own their love.
No goblins lead their nightly crew:
And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
In tempests shake the sylvan cell;
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
For thee the tear be duly shed:
And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead.
C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Saturninus, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and
afterwards declared Emperor himself. Bassianus, Brother to Saturninus; in love with Lavinia. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman, General against the
Goths. Marcus Andronicus, Tribune of the People; and Bro
ther to Titus. Lucius, Quintus, Sons to Titus Andronicus. Martius, Mutius, Young Lucius, a Boy, Son to Lucius. Publius, Son to Marcus the Tribune. Æmilius, a noble Roman. Alarbus, Chiron, Sons to Tamora. Demetrius, Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Romans. Goths and Romans.
Tamora, Queen of the Goths.
a bluck Child.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers,
SCENE, Rome; and the Country near it.
SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the ANDRONICI appearing; the Tribunes
and Senators aloft, us in the Senate. Enter, below,
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favourers of my If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
(right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol ; And suffer not dishonour to approach The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility: But let desert in pure election shine; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.
Enter MARCUS ANDRONICUS aloft, with the Crown.
Mar. Princes,—that strive by factions, and by
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
withdraw you, and abate your strength; Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in
and humbleness. Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!
Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy
[Exeunt the Followers of Bussianus.