“Titus Andronicus” Act 1 Scene 1, page 2
LUCIUS My lord, you are unjust, and more than so: In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
TITUS Nor thou nor he are any sons of mine; My sons would never so dishonour me.
Re-enter aloft the EMPEROR with TAMORA and her two Sons, and AARON the Moor
TITUS Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.
LUCIUS Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit]
stock a family line; same breed.
SATURNINUS No, Titus, no; the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock. I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine That saidst I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
TITUS O monstrous! What reproachful words are these?
SATURNINUS But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword. A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
TITUS These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Phoebe alternate name for the goddess Artemis. Artemis is a cruel and beautiful virgin goddess of hunt and moon.
Hymenaeus god of marriage ceremonies. Hymenaeus
SATURNINUS And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths, That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride And will create thee Empress of Rome. Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods- Sith priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and everything In readiness for Hymenaeus stand- I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me.
TAMORA And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
SATURNINUS Ascend, fair Queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany Your noble Emperor and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered; There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
Exeunt all but TITUS
TITUS I am not bid to wait upon this bride. TITUS, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonoured thus, and challenged of wrongs?
Re-enter MARCUS, and TITUS' SONS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS
MARCUS O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
TITUS No, foolish Tribune, no; no son of mine- Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our family; Unworthy brother and unworthy sons!
LUCIUS But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our bretheren.
TITUS Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb. This monument five hundred years hath stood, Which I have sumptuously re-edified; Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls. Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
MARCUS My lord, this is impiety in you. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; He must be buried with his bretheren.
QUINTUS and MARTIUS And shall, or him we will accompany.
TITUS ‘And shall!’ What villain was it spake that word?
QUINTUS He that would vouch it in any place but here.
TITUS What, would you bury him in my despite?
MARCUS No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
crest the tuft or ridge on the head of some birds.
TITUS Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded. My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
MARTIUS He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
QUINTUS Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. [The BROTHER and the SONS kneel]
MARCUS Brother, for in that name doth nature plead-
QUINTUS Father, and in that name doth nature speak-
speed (archaic) prosper. e.g. godspeed.
TITUS Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.
MARCUS Renowned Titus, more than half my soul-
LUCIUS Dear father, soul and substance of us all-
Ajax Ajax the great, a major hero in Trojan War, who was fooled by goddess Athena to kill his own comrades, and later committed suicide.
Laertes Laertes is the father of Odysseus. Odysseus and Ajax have major quarrels and competitions that ends in Ajax's suicide.
MARCUS Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. Thou art a Roman- be not barbarous. The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax, That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son Did graciously plead for his funerals. Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Be barr'd his entrance here.
TITUS Rise, Marcus, rise; The dismal'st day is this that e'er I saw, To be dishonoured by my sons in Rome! Well, bury him, and bury me the next. [They put MUTIUS in the tomb]
LUCIUS There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
ALL [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
MARCUS My lord- to step out of these dreary dumps- How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
TITUS I know not, Marcus, but I know it is- Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell. Is she not, then, beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far?
MARCUS Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter the EMPEROR, TAMORA and her two SONS, with the MOOR, at one door; at the other door, BASSIANUS and LAVINIA, with others
SATURNINUS So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize: God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!
BASSIANUS And you of yours, my lord! I say no more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
SATURNINUS Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
BASSIANUS Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Meanwhile am I possess'd of that is mine.
short rudely brief. (AHD)
sharp Fierce, impetuous, hash, severe… (AHD)
SATURNINUS 'Tis good, sir. You are very short with us; But if we live we'll be as sharp with you.
BASSIANUS My lord, what I have done, as best I may, Answer I must, and shall do with my life. Only thus much I give your Grace to know: By all the duties that I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here, Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd, That, in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath To be controll'd in that he frankly gave. Receive him then to favour, Saturnine, That hath express'd himself in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
TITUS Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds. 'Tis thou and those that have dishonoured me. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge How I have lov'd and honoured Saturnine!
suit appeal, entreaty, as in courtship.
TAMORA My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak indifferently for all; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
without revenge the remark about revenge blurted out by SATURNINUS is rather not offhand. As one will see, vengeance is the quintessence of this play.
SATURNINUS What, madam! be dishonoured openly, And basely put it up without revenge?
innocence in all the phrase “… Titus' innocence in all…” is similar to today's “… innocent and all,…”. As such, it is a slur. Are these two usages connected?
TAMORA Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you! But on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus' innocence in all, Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs. Then at my suit look graciously on him; Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. [Aside to SATURNINUS] My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last; Dissemble all your griefs and discontents. You are but newly planted in your throne; Lest, then, the people, and patricians too, Upon a just survey take Titus' part, And so supplant you for ingratitude, Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin, Yield at entreats, and then let me alone: I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction and their family, The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; And make them know what 'tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.- Come, come, sweet Emperor; come, Andronicus. Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
SATURNINUS Rise, Titus, rise; my Empress hath prevail'd. TITUS. I thank your Majesty and her, my lord; These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.
TAMORA Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the Emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus; And let it be mine honour, good my lord, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you. For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd My word and promise to the Emperor That you will be more mild and tractable. And fear not, lords- and you, Lavinia. By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his Majesty.
LUCIUS We do, and vow to heaven and to his Highness That what we did was mildly as we might, Tend'ring our sister's honour and our own.
protest To promise or affirm with earnest solemnity.
MARCUS That on mine honour here do I protest.
SATURNINUS Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.
Sweet heart It's surprising to me to see “Sweet heart” used here, indicating that isn't a modern slang.
TAMORA Nay, nay, sweet Emperor, we must all be friends. The Tribune and his nephews kneel for grace. I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.
remit To refrain from exacting (a tax or penalty, for example); cancel. (AHD)
churl A rough, surly, ill-bred man; a boor.
SATURNINUS Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, And at my lovely Tamora's entreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults. Stand up. Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, I found a friend; and sure as death I swore I would not part a bachelor from the priest. Come, if the Emperor's court can feast two brides, You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends. This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
TITUS To-morrow, and it please your Majesty To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound we'll give your Grace bonjour.
SATURNINUS Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.
Exeunt. Sound trumpets