2008This to Apollo, this to the God of warre:

2009Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome:

2010What's this but Libelling against the Senate,

2011And blazoning our Iniustice euerywhere?

2012A goodly humour, is it not my Lords?

2013As who would say, in Rome no Iustice were.

2014But if I liue, his fained extasies

2015Shall be no shelter to these outrages:

2016But he and his shall know, that Iustice liues

2017In Saturninus health; whom if he sleepe,

2018Hee'l so awake, as he in fury shall

2019Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues.

2020Tamo. My gracious Lord, my louely Saturnine,

2021Lord of my life, Commander of my thoughts,

2022Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus age,

2023Th'effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes,

2024Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe, and scar'd his heart;

2025And rather comfort his distressed plight,

2026Then prosecute the meanest or the best

2027For these contempts. Why thus it shall become

2028High witted Tamora to glose with all: Aside.

2029But Titus, I haue touch'd thee to the quicke,

2030Thy lifeblood out: If Aaron now be wise,

2031Then is all safe, the Anchor's in the Port.

2033How now good fellow, would'st thou speake with vs?

2034Clow. Yea forsooth, and your Mistership be Emperiall.

2035Tam. Empresse I am, but yonder sits the Emperour.

2036Clo. 'Tis he; God & Saint Stephen giue you good den;

2037I haue brought you a Letter, & a couple of Pigions heere.

2039Satu. Goe take him away, and hang him presently.

2040Clowne. How much money must I haue?

2041Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd.

2042Clow. Hang'd? berLady, then I haue brought vp a neck

2043to a faire end. Exit.

2044Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs,

2045Shall I endure this monstrous villany?

2046I know from whence this same deuise proceedes:

2047May this be borne? As if his traytrous Sonnes,

2048That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother,

2049Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully?

2050Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire,

2051Nor Age, nor Honour, shall shape priuiledge:

2052For this proud mocke, Ile be thy slaughterman:

2053Sly franticke wretch, that holp'st to make me great,

2054In hope thyselfe should gouerne Rome and me.

2056Satur. What newes with thee Emillius?

2057Emil. Arme my Lords, Rome neuer had more cause,

2058The Gothes haue gather'd head, and with a power

2059Of high resolued men, bent to the spoyle

2060They hither march amaine, vnder conduct

2061Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronicus:

2062Who threats in course of this reuenge to do

2063As much as euer Coriolanus did.

2064King. Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes?

2065These tydings nip me, and I hang the head

2066As flowers with frost, or grasse beat downe with stormes:

2067I, now begins our sorrowes to approach,

2068'Tis he the common people loue so much,

2069My selfe hath often heard them say,

2070(When I haue walked like a priuate man)

2071That Lucius banishment was wrongfully,

2072And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour.

2073Tam. Why should you feare? Is not our City strong?

2074King. I, but the Cittizens fauour Lucius,

2075And will reuolt from me, to succour him.

2076Tam. King, be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name.

2077Is the Sunne dim'd, that Gnats do flie in it?

2078The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing,

2079And is not carefull what they meane thereby,

2080Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,

2081He can at pleasure stint their melodie.

2082Euen so mayest thou, the giddy men of Rome,

2083Then cheare thy spirit, for know thou Emperour,

2084I will enchaunt the old Andronicus,

2085With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous

2086Then baites to fish, or honystalkes to sheepe,

2087When as the one is wounded with the baite,

2088The other rotted with delicious foode.

2089King. But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs.

2090Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will,

2091For I can smooth and fill his aged eare,

2092With golden promises, that were his heart

2093Almost Impregnable, his old eares deafe,

2094Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue.

2095Goe thou before to our Embassadour,

2096Say, that the Emperour requests a parly

2097Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.

2098Kiug. Emillius do this message Honourably,

2099And if he stand in Hostage for his safety,

2100Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best.

2101Emill. Your bidding shall I do effectually. Exit.

2102Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus,

2103And temper him with all the Art I haue,

2104To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes.

2105And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe,

2106And bury all thy feare in my deuises.

2107Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him. Exit.

2111Luci. Approued warriours, and my faithfull Friends,

2112I haue receiued Letters from great Rome,

2113Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour,

2114And how desirous of our sight they are.

2115Therefore great Lords, be as your Titles witnesse,

2116Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,

2117And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe,

2118Let him make treble satisfaction.

2119Goth. Braue slip, sprung from the Great Andronicus,

2120Whose name was once our terrour, now our comfort,

2121Whose high exploits, and honourable Deeds,

2122Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt:

2123Behold in vs, weele follow where thou lead'st,

2124Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day,

2125Led by their Maister to the flowred fields,

2126And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora:

2127And as he saith, so say we all with him.

2128Luci. I humbly thanke him, and I thanke you all.

2129But who comes heere, led by a lusty Goth?

2132Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troups I straid,

2133To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie,