Saturninus.
Noble Patricians, Patrons of my Right,
Defend the justice of my Cause with arms:
And Countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords.
I am the first-born Son of him, that last
Wore the imperial Diadem of Rome:
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Bas.
Romans, friends, foll'wers, favourers of my Right,
If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Keep then this passage to the Capitol;
And suffer not dishonour to approach
Th' 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 friends,
Ambitiously for Rule and Empery!
Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand
A special party, have by common voice,
In election for the Roman Empery,
Chosen Andronicus, sur-named Pius,
For many good and great deserts to Rome.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
Lives not this day within our city-walls.
He by the Senate is accited home,
From weary wars against the barb'rous Goths;
That with his sons (a terror to our foes)
Hath yoak'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms.
Ten Years are spent, since first he undertook
This Cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath return'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field.—
And now at last laden with honour's Spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
Let us intreat, by honour of his Name,
Whom (worthily) you would have now succeed,
And in the Capitol and Senate's Right,
Whom you pretend to honour and adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your strength;
Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should,
Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Sat.
How fair the Tribune speaks, to calm my thoughts!

Bas.
Marcus Andronicus, so I do affie
In thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thine;
Thy noble brother Titus, and his sons,
And her to whom our thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich Ornament;
That I will here dismiss my loving friends;
And to my fortunes, and the people's favour,
Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd. [Exeunt Soldiers.

Sat.
Friends, that have been thus forward in my Right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all;
And to the love and favour of my country
Commit myself, my person and the Cause:
Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
As I am confident and kind to thee.
Open the gates, and let me in.

Bas.
Tribunes, and Me, a poor Competitor. [They go up into the Senate-house.

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