Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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The most Lamentable Tragedie
¶A Roman now adopted happilie,
¶This day all quarrels die Andronicus.
¶And let it be mine honour good my Lord,
520That I haue reconciled your friends and you.
¶My word and promise to the Emperour,
¶That you will be more milde and tractable.
¶And feare not Lords, and you Lauinia,
¶By my aduise all humbled on your knees,
¶VVee doo, and vowe to Heauen and to his Highnes,
530That what wee did, was mild ie as we might,
¶Saturnine. Away, and talke not, trouble vs no more.
535The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
¶I will not be denied, sweete hart looke backe.
540And at my louelie Tamoras intreats,
¶I doo remit these young mens hainous faults,
¶Stand vp: Lauinia though you left me like a Churle,
¶I would not part a Batchiler from the Priest.
545Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides,
¶You are my guest Lauinia and your friends:
¶This daie shall be a loue-daie Tamora.
¶To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
550VVith horne and hound, weele giue your grace boniour.
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sound trumpets, manet Moore.
555Aron. Now climeth Tamora Olympus toppe,
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