of Titus Andronicus.
337331Ile tru
st by ley
sure, him that mocks me once,
338332Thee neuer, nor thy traiterous hawtie
sonnes,
339333Confederates all thus to di
shonour mee.
340334Was none in Rome to make a
stale
341335But S
aturnine? Full well
Andronicus 342336Agree the
se deeds, with that prowd bragge of thine,
343337That
said
st I begd the Empire at thy hands.
344338Titus O mon
strous, what reprochfull words are the
se?
345339Saturn. But goe thy waies, goe giue that changing piece,
346340To him that
flori
sht for her with his
sword:
347341A valiant
sonne in law thou
shalt inioy,
348342One
fit to bandie with thy lawle
sse
sonnes,
349343To ru
ffle in the Common-wealth of Rome.
350344Titus. The
se words are ra
sors to my wounded hart.
351345Satur. And therfore louely T
amora Queene of Gothes,
352346That like the
statelie
Thebe mong
st her Nymphs,
353347Do
st ouer
shine the gallan
st Dames of Rome,
354348If thou be plea
sde with this my
sodaine choi
se,
355349Behold I choo
se thee
Tamora for my Bride,
356350And will create thee Empere
sse of Rome.
357351Speake Queene of Gothes do
st thou applaud my choi
se?
358352And here I
sweare by all the
Romane Gods,
359353Sith Prie
st and holy water are
so neere,
360354And tapers burne
so bright, and euerything
361355In readines for
Hymeneus stand,
362356I will not re
salute the
streets of Rome,
363357Or clime my Pallace, till from forth this place,
364358I lead e
spow
sde my Bride along with mee.
365359Tamora. And here in
sight of heauen to
Rome I
sweare,
366360If S
aturnine aduaunce the Queene of Gothes,
367361Shee will a handmaide be to his de
sires,
368362A louing Nur
se, a Mother to his youth.
369363Sat. A
scend faire Queene: Panthean Lords accompany
371364Your Noble Emperour and his louelie Bride,
372365Sent by the Heauens for Prince S
aturnine,
Whose