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William Shakespeare was born in April 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, on England’s Avon River. When he was eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway. The couple had three children—their older daughter Susanna and the twins, Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, died in childhood. The bulk of Shakespeare’s working life was spent, not in Stratford, but in the theater world of London, where he established himself professionally by the early 1590s. He enjoyed success not only as a playwright, but as an actor and shareholder in an acting company. Sometime between 1610 and 1613, Shakespeare is thought to have retired from the stage and returned home to Stratford, where he died in 1616.

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TITUS ANDRONICUS: ACT 1

Scene 1

Flourish. l Enter the Tribunes (including Marcus Andronicus) and Senators aloft. And then enter, Saturninus and his followers at one door, and Bassianus and his followers with Drums, and Trumpets.

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 his firstborn son that was the last

That wore the imperial diadem of Rome.

Then let my father's honors live in me,

Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Bassianus

Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right,

If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,

Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Keep, then, this passage to the Capitol,

And suffer not dishonor 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.

Marcus, (stepping forward and holding up the crown)

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, surnamèd Pius

For many good and great deserts to Rome.

A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Lives not this day within the city walls.

He by the Senate is accited home

From weary wars against the barbarous Goths,

That with his sons, a terror to our foes,

Hath yoked a nation strong, trained up in arms.

Ten years are spent since first he undertook

This cause of Rome, and chastisèd with arms

Our enemies' pride. Five times he hath returned

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field.

And now at last, laden with honor's spoils,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,

Renownèd Titus flourishing in arms.

Let us entreat, by honor of his name

Whom worthily you would have now succeed,

And in the Capitol and Senate's right,

Whom you pretend to honor and adore,

That you withdraw you and abate your strength,

Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should,

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Saturninus

How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts!

Bassianus

Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy

In thy uprightness and integrity,

And so I love and honor thee and thine,

Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,

And her to whom my 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 favor

Commit my cause in balance to be weighed.

Bassianus' Soldiers exit.

Saturninus

Friends that have been thus forward in my right,

I thank you all and here dismiss you all,

And to the love and favor of my country

Commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Saturninus' Soldiers exit.

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me

As I am confident and kind to thee.

Open the gates and let me in.

Bassianus

Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor.

Flourish.l They go up into the Senate House. The Tribunes and Senators exit from the upper stage.

Enter a Captain.

Captain

Romans, make way! The good Andronicus,

Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion,

Successful in the battles that he fights,

With honor and with fortune ièd with his sword

And brought to yoke the enemies of Rome.

Sound drums and trumpets, and then enter two of Titus' sons () and then two men bearing a coffin covered with black, then two other sons (), then Titus Andronicus, and then Tamora the Queen of Goths and her sons Chiron and Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, and others as many as can be, then set down the coffin, and Titus speaks.

Titus

Hail Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

Lo, as the bark that hath discharged his fraught

Returns with precious lading to the bay

From whence at first she weighed her anchorage,

Cometh Andronicus, bound with laurel boughs,

To resalute his country with his tears,

Tears of true joy for his return to Rome.

Thou great defender of this Capitol,

Stand gracious to the rites that we intend.

Romans, of five-and-twenty valiant sons,

Half of the number that King Priam had,

Behold the poor remains alive and dead.

These that survive let Rome reward with love;

These that I bring unto their latest home,

With burial amongst their ancestors.

Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.

Titus, unkind and careless of thine own,

Why suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet

To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?

Make way to lay them by their brethren.

They open the tomb.

There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,

And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.

O sacred receptacle of my joys,

Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,

How many sons hast thou of mine in store

That thou wilt never render to me more?

Lucius

Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,

That we may hew his limbs and on a pile,

Ad manes fratrum, sacrifice his flesh

Before this earthy prison of their bones,

That so the shadows be not unappeased

Nor we disturbed with prodigies on earth.

Titus

I give him you, the noblest that survives,

The eldest son of this distressèd queen.

Tamora

Stay, Roman brethren! -- Gracious conqueror,

Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,

A mother's tears in passion for her son.

And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,

O think my son to be as dear to me.

Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome

To beautify thy triumphs and return

Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke,

But must my sons be slaughtered in the streets

For valiant doings in their country's cause?

O, if to fight for king and commonweal

Were piety in thine, it is in these!
She kneels.

Andronicus, stain not thy tomb with blood.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?

Draw near them then in being merciful.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.

Titus

Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.

These are their brethren whom your Goths beheld

Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain

Religiously they ask a sacrifice.

To this your son is marked, and die he must,

T' appease their groaning shadows that are gone.

Lucius

Away with him, and make a fire straight,

And with our swords upon a pile of wood

Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.

Exit Titus' sons with Alarbus.

Tamora, rising and speaking aside to her sons

O cruel, irreligious piety!

Chiron, aside to Tamora and Demetrius<BR>
Was never Scythia half so barbarous!

Demetrius, aside to Tamora and Chiron

Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome!

Alarbus goes to rest and we survive

To tremble under Titus' threat'ning look.

Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal

The selfsame gods that armed the Queen of Troy

With opportunity of sharp revenge

Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent

May favor Tamora the Queen of Goths

(When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was queen)

To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.

Enter the sons of Andronicus again

Lucius

See, lord and father, how we have performed

Our Roman rites. Alarbus' limbs are lopped,

And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,

Whose smoke like incense doth perfume the sky.

Remaineth naught but to inter our brethren,

And with loud larums welcome them to Rome.

Titus

Let it be so. And let Andronicus

Make this his latest farewell to their souls.

Sound trumpets, and lay the coffin in the tomb.

In peace and honor rest you here, my sons,

Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,

Secure from worldly chances and mishaps.

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,

Here grow no damnèd drugs; here are no storms,

No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.

In peace and honor rest you here, my sons.

Enter Lavinia.

Lavinia

In peace and honor live Lord Titus long;

My noble lord and father, live in fame.

She kneels.

Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears

I render for my brethren's obsequies,

And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy

Shed on this earth for thy return to Rome.

O bless me here with thy victorious hand,

Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud.

Titus

Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved

The cordial of mine age to glad my heart! --

Lavinia, live, outlive thy father's days

And fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise.

Lavinia rises.

Enter Marcus Andronicus, carrying a white robe.

Enter aloft Saturninus, Bassianus, Tribunes, Senators, and Guards.


Marcus

Long live Lord Titus, my belovèd brother,

Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome.

Titus

Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.

Marcus

And welcome, nephews, from successful wars --

You that survive, and you that sleep in fame.

Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all,

That in your country's service drew your swords;

But safer triumph is this funeral pomp,

That hath aspired to Solon's happiness,

And triumphs over chance in honor's bed. --

Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,

Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been,

Send thee by me, their tribune and their trust,

This palliament of white and spotless hue,

And name thee in election for the empire

With these our late deceasèd emperor's sons.

Be candidatus, then, and put it on

And help to set a head on headless Rome.

Titus

A better head her glorious body fits

Than his that shakes for age and feebleness.

To Tribunes and Senators aloft. What, should I don this robe and trouble you?

Be chosen with proclamations today,

Tomorrow yield up rule, resign my life,

And set abroad new business for you all?

Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,

And led my country's strength successfully,

And buried one and twenty valiant sons,

Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,

In right and service of their noble country.

Give me a staff of honor for mine age,

But not a scepter to control the world.

Upright he held it, lords, that held it last.

Marcus

Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery.

Saturninus

Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?

Titus

Patience, Prince Saturninus.

Saturninus

Romans, do me right.

Patricians, draw your swords and sheathe them not

Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor. --

Andronicus, would thou were shipped to hell

Rather than rob me of the people's hearts.

Lucius

Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good

That noble-minded Titus means to thee.

Titus

Content thee, prince. I will restore to thee

The people's hearts and wean them from themselves.

Bassianus

Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,

But honor thee, and will do till I die.

My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,

I will most thankful be, and thanks, to men

Of noble minds, is honorable meed.

Titus

People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,

I ask your voices and your suffrages.

Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus?

Tribunes

To gratify the good Andronicus

And gratulate his safe return to Rome,

The people will accept whom he admits.

Titus

Tribunes, I thank you, and this suit I make:

That you create our emperor's eldest son,

Lord Saturnine, whose virtues will, I hope,

Reflect on Rome as rays on earth

And ripen justice in this commonweal.

Then, if you will elect by my advice,

Crown him and say "Long live our emperor."

Marcus

With voices and applause of every sort,

Patricians and plebeians, we create

Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,

And say "Long live our Emperor Saturnine."

A long flourish till
and Guards> come down.


Saturninus

Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done

To us in our election this day,

I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,

And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.

And for an onset, Titus, to advance

Thy name and honorable family,

Lavinia will I make my empress,

Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,

And in the sacred
her espouse.

Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?

Titus

It doth, my worthy lord, and in this match

I hold me highly honored of your Grace;

And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,

King and commander of our commonweal,

The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate

My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners,

Presents well worthy Rome's imperious lord.

Receive them, then, the tribute that I owe,

Mine honor's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

Saturninus

Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life.

How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts

Rome shall record. -- And when I do forget

The least of these unspeakable deserts,

Romans, forget your fealty to me.

Titus, to Tamora

Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor,

To him that for your honor and your state

Will use you nobly, and your followers.

Saturninus, aside

A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue

That I would choose, were I to choose anew. --

Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance.

Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,

Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome.

Princely shall be thy usage every way.

Rest on my word, and let not discontent

Daunt all your hopes. Madam, he comforts you

Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. --

Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?

Lavinia

Not I, my lord, sith true nobility

Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

Saturninus

Thanks, sweet Lavinia. -- Romans, let us go.

Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.

Proclaim our honors, lords, with trump and drum.

Flourish. Saturninus and his Guards exit, with Drums and Trumpets. Tribunes and Senators exit aloft.

Bassianus

Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

Titus

How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord?

Bassianus

Ay, noble Titus, and resolved withal

To do myself this reason and this right.

Bassianus takes Lavinia by the arm.

Marcus

Suum cuique is our Roman justice.

This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

Lucius

And that he will and shall, if Lucius live!

Titus

Traitors, avaunt! Where is the Emperor's guard?

Enter Saturninus and his Guards.

Treason, my lord. Lavinia is surprised.

Saturninus

Surprised? By whom?

Bassianus

By him that justly may

Bear his betrothed from all the world away.

Mutius

Brothers, help to convey her hence away,

And with my sword I'll keep this door safe.

Bassianus, Lavinia, Marcus, Lucius,

Quintus, and Martius exit.


Titus, to Saturninus

Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.

Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron,

Aaron, and Guards exit.


Mutius My lord, you pass not here.

Titus What, villain boy,

Barr'st me my way in Rome?

He stabs Mutius.

Mutius Help, Lucius, help!

Mutius dies.

Enter Lucius.


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 dishonor me.

Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.

Enter aloft the Emperor Saturninus with Tamora

and her two sons and Aaron the Moor.


Lucius

Dead if you will, but not to be his wife

That is another's lawful promised love. He exits.

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 dishonor me.

Was none in Rome to make a stale

But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,

Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine

That said'st I begged 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 flourished 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.

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 pleased with this my sudden choice,

Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,

And will create thee Emperess 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 resalute the streets of Rome

Or climb my palace till from forth this place

I lead espoused 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, -- Lords, accompany

Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,

Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,

Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquerèd.

There shall we consummate our spousal rites.

All but Titus exit.

Titus

I am not bid to wait upon this bride.

Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,

Dishonored thus and challengèd of wrongs?

Enter Marcus and Titus' sons Lucius, Martius, and Quintus.

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 dishonored all our family.

Unworthy brother and unworthy sons!

Lucius

But let us give him burial as becomes,

Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

Titus

Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb.

This monument five hundred years hath stood,

Which I have sumptuously reedified.

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 brethren.

Martius

And shall, or him we will accompany.

Titus

"And shall"? What villain was it spake that word?

Martius

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.

Titus

Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,

And with these boys mine honor thou hast wounded.

My foes I do repute you every one.

So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

Quintus

He is not with himself; let us withdraw.

Martius

Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.

The brother (Marcus) and the sons

(Lucius, Martius, and Quintus) kneel.


Marcus

Brother, for in that name doth nature plead --

Martius

Father, and in that name doth nature speak --

Titus

Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.

Marcus

Renownèd Titus, more than half my soul --

Lucius

Dear father, soul and substance of us all --

Marcus

Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter

His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,

That died in honor 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 barred his entrance here.

Titus Rise, Marcus, rise.

They rise.

The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,

To be dishonored 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.

They all except Titus kneel and say:

No man shed tears for noble Mutius.

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

All but Marcus and Titus exit.

Marcus

My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,

How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths

Is of a sudden thus advanced 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?

Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

Flourish. Enter the Emperor Saturninus, Tamora and her two sons, with Aaron the Moor, Drums and Trumpets, at one door. Enter at the other door Bassianus and Lavinia, with Lucius, Martius, and Quintus, and others.

Saturninus

So, Bassianus, you have played 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 betrothèd love and now my wife?

But let the laws of Rome determine all.

Meanwhile am I possessed of that is mine.

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 honor wronged,

That in the rescue of Lavinia

With his own hand did slay his youngest son,

In zeal to you, and highly moved to wrath

To be controlled in that he frankly gave.

Receive him then to favor, Saturnine,

That hath expressed 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 dishonored me.

Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge

How I have loved and honored Saturnine. He kneels.

Tamora, to Saturninus

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.

Saturninus

What, madam, be dishonored openly,

And basely put it up without revenge?

Tamora

Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend

I should be author to dishonor you.

But on mine honor 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 ruled by me; be

won at last.
rDissemble 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.

Aloud. 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 prevailed.

Titus, rising

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 honor, good my lord,

That I have reconciled your friends and you. --

For you, Prince Bassianus, I have passed

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.

Marcus, Lavinia, Lucius, Martius, and Quintus kneel.

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 honor and our own.

Marcus

That on mine honor here do I protest.

Saturninus

Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.

Tamora

Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends.

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace.

I will not be denied. Sweetheart, look back.

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. They rise.

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,

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William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23. The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse. He was one of eight children born to John Shakespeare, a merchant of some standing in his community. William probably went to the King's New School in Stratford, but he had no university education. In November 1582, at the age of eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway, eight years his senior, who was pregnant with their first child, Susanna. She was born on May 26, 1583. Twins, a boy, Hamnet ( who would die at age eleven), and a girl, Judith, were born in 1585. By 1592 Shakespeare had gone to London working as an actor and already known as a playwright. A rival dramatist, Robert Greene, referred to him as "an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers." Shakespeare became a principal shareholder and playwright of the successful acting troupe, the Lord Chamberlain's Men (later under James I, called the King's Men). In 1599 the Lord Chamberlain's Men built and occupied the Globe Theater in Southwark near the Thames River. Here many of Shakespeare's plays were performed by the most famous actors of his time, including Richard Burbage, Will Kempe, and Robert Armin. In addition to his 37 plays, Shakespeare had a hand in others, including Sir Thomas More and The Two Noble Kinsmen, and he wrote poems, including Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece. His 154 sonnets were published, probably without his authorization, in 1609. In 1611 or 1612 he gave up his lodgings in London and devoted more and more time to retirement in Stratford, though he continued writing such plays as The Tempest and Henry VII until about 1613. He died on April 23 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford. No collected edition of his plays was published during his life-time, but in 1623 two members of his acting company, John Heminges and Henry Condell, put together the great collection now called the First Folio.

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I really enjoy the Folger Library version of Shakespeare's plays.
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7 of 8 people found the following review helpful By Eric S. Kim on February 7, 2010
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This is the second time that I have read Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus," and the experience was much better the second time (I found it to be above-average the first time). This is absolutely Shakespeare's darkest and most violent play, and it should not be read if you have a very weak stomach. It's full of blood, gore, and sexual immorality. True, it's not as violent as what you see now on HBO, but it's close, REAL close. The story for the play focuses on the Roman general named Titus Andronicus and his revenge against the Queen of the Goths, Tamora. Now, the story itself is interesting (if a bit incoherent), but the text from Shakespeare isn't as enthralling as, say, "Julius Caesar" or "King Lear." This is indeed one of the author's earliest works, and it doesn't really show much wit or enchantment. But what makes up for it is the story itself; it's shockingly violent but it's still intriguing. Overall, the play could have been more interesting if the text showed a bit more inspiration, but it's still a great play for its plot and characters. I would recommend it for those who admire Shakespeare's tragedies.

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Brent Hightower on February 22, 2014
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"I tell my sorrows to the stones..."

These chilling words from Shakespeare's tale of loyalty betrayed by power reverberate profoundly in our world today, and in my mind this play's subject matter takes it off the shelf and puts it into the forefront of the current Shakespeare canon. I say this despite readily admitting that the language of Titus Andronicus does not equal that of Shakespeare's later plays - that it is the most crudely wrought of all his works - but even this fact does not devalue such a powerful, passionate, and indignant vision of a world utterly deprived of justice.

The only word for this vision would be apocalyptic, and it is interesting to me that Shakespeare initiated his career as a tragedian with such a work, and ended it many years later with an equally apocalyptic work in King Lear, and that in both of these plays the fatal element is human nature. That, it seems to me, is what Shakespeare most wanted to leave us with as a writer, an impression that human nature itself is the critical element in human tragedy - that we essentially create tragedy with our own hands, and without a widely shared vision underpinning a moral order there is no way to construct a reality devoid of horror. So for readers who have the strength to endure its terrible violence and unrelenting pathos there is a message to be taken from this play that is crucial, and that is that there is simply no limit to human cruelty once a shared spiritual and intellectual vision is lost.

That appears to have been Shakespeare's first and last word to posterity, this unflinching look at the horror of life in a world predicated on nothing but the struggle for survival.
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4 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Rebekah on September 18, 2008
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I love the Folger Shakespeare editions because of the wonderful notes that are included, especially an overview at the end of the book by a current author. Of course this story is not for the faint-hearted, and don't make the the mistake of reading this particular Shakespeare story after eating Guinness and Beef pie! Your tummy might feel queasy.
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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful By L. Costley on February 2, 2007
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I really enjoy the Folger Library version of Shakespeare's plays. They are great for teaching and better understanding Shakespeare.
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By ChrissyGirl on June 15, 2014
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This book was amazing. I needed to read this book for a university class of mine, and it was so easy to read! And the shipping was good, it came right when it said it would. I would recommend this.
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By DeedranEarl on March 18, 2014
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I think that the Folger copy is always the best for a student. It gives lots of help on meanings and summaries of Acts and scenes.
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