478Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine,

479Then heare me speake indifferently for all:

480And at my sute (sweet) pardon what is past.

481Satu. What Madam, be dishonoured openly,

482And basely put it vp without reuenge?

483Tam. Not so my Lord,

484The Gods of Rome for-fend,

485I should be Authour to dishonour you.

486But on mine honour dare, I vndertake

487For good Lord Titus innocence in all:

488Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes:

489Then at my sute looke graciously on him,

490Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose,

491Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart.

492My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at last,

493Dissemble all your griefes and discontents,

494You are but newly planted in your Throne,

495Least then the people, and Patricians too,

496Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part,

497And so supplant vs for ingratitude,

498Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne.

499Yeeld at intreats, and then let me alone:

500Ile finde a day to massacre them all,

501And race their faction, and their familie,

502The cruell Father, and his trayt'rous sonnes,

503To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life.

504And make them know what 'tis to let a Queene.

505Kneele in the streetes, and beg for grace in vaine.

506Come, come, sweet Emperour, (come Andronicus)

507Take vp this good old man, and cheere the heart,

508That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne.

509King. Rise Titus, rise,

510My Empresse hath preuail'd.

511Titus. I thanke your Maiestie,

512And her my Lord.

513These words, these lookes,

514Infuse new life in me.

515Tamo. Titus, I am incorparate in Rome,

516A Roman now adopted happily.

517And must aduise the Emperour for his good,

518This day all quarrels die Andronicus.

519And let it be mine honour good my Lord,

520That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you.

521For you Prince Bassianus, I haue past

522My word and promise to the Emperour,

523That you will be more milde and tractable.

524And feare not Lords:

525And you Lauinia,

526By my aduise all humbled on your knees,

527You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie.

528Son. We doe,

529And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes,

530That what we did, was mildly, as we might,

531Tendring our sisters honour and our owne.

532Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest.

533King. Away and talke not, trouble vs no more.

534Tamora. Nay, nay,

535Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends,

536The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,

537I will not be denied, sweethart looke back.

538King. Marcus,

539For thy sake and thy brothers heere,

540And at my louely Tamora's intreats,

541I doe remit these young mens haynous faults.

542Stand vp: Lauinia, though you left me like a churle,

543I found a friend, and sure as death I sware,

544I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest.

545Come, if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides,

546You are my guest Lauinia, and your friends:

547This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora.

548Tit. To morrow and it please your Maiestie,

549To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,

550With horne and Hound,

551Weele giue your Grace Bon iour.

552Satur. Be it so Titus, and Gramercy to. Exeunt.

555Aron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe,

556Safe out of Fortunes shot, and sits aloft,

557Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash,

558Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach:

559As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne,

560And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames,

561Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach,

562And ouer-lookes the highest piering hills:

563So Tamora

564Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,

565And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne.

566Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit thy thoughts,

567To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris,

568And mount her pitch, whom thou in ttiumph long

569Hast prisoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,

570And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes,

571Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus.

572Away with slauish weedes, and idle thoughts,

573I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold,

574To waite vpon this new made Empresse.

575To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene,

576This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this Queene,

577This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine,

578And see his shipwracke, and his Commonweales.

579Hollo, what storme is this?

581Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge

582And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd,

583And may for ought thou know'st affected be.

584Chi. Demetrius, thou doo'st ouer-weene in all,

585And so in this, to beare me downe with braues,

586'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two

587Makes me lesse gracious, or thee more fortunate:

588I am as able, and as fit, as thou,

589To serue, and to deserue my Mistris grace,

590And that my sword vpon thee shall approue,

591And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue.

592Aron. Clubs, clubs, these louers will not keep the peace.

593Dem. Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduised)

594Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side,

595Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends?

596Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your sheath,

597Till you know better how to handle it.

598Chi. Meanewhile sir, with the little skill I haue,

599Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare.

600Deme. I Boy, grow ye so braue? They drawe.

601Aron. Why how now Lords?

602So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw,