The most Lamentable Tragedie
516504A Roman now adopted happilie,
517505And mu
st adui
se the Emperour for his good,
518506This day all quarrels die
Andronicus.
519507And let it be mine honour good my Lord,
520508That I haue reconciled your friends and you.
521509For you Prince
Bassianus I haue pa
st 522510My word and promi
se to the Emperour,
523511That you will be more milde and tra
ctable.
524512And feare not Lords, and you
Lauinia,
526513By my adui
se all humbled on your knees,
527514You
shall aske pardon of his Maie
stie.
528515Wee doo, and vowe to Heauen and to his Highnes,
530516 +
That what wee did, was mild ie as we might,
531517Tendring our
sisters honour and our owne.
532518Marcus. That on mine honour here doo I prote
st.
533519Saturnine. Away, and talke not, trouble vs no more.
534520Tamora. Nay, nay
sweet Emperor, we mu
st all be friends,
535521The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
537522I will not be denied,
sweetehart looke backe.
538523Saturnine. Marcus, for thy
sake, and thy brothers here,
540524And at my louelie
Tamoras intreats,
541525I doo remit the
se young mens hainous faults,
542526Stand vp:
Lauinia though you left me like a Churle,
543527I found a friend, and
sure as death I
swore,
544528I would not part a Batchiler from the Prie
st.
545529Come if the Emperours Court can fea
st two Brides,
546530You are my gue
st L
auinia and your friends:
547531This daie
shall be a loue-daie T
amora.
548532Titus. To morrow and it plea
se your Maie
stie,
549533To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
550534 +
With horne and hound, weele giue your grace
boniour.
552535Saturnine. Be it
so
Titus and gramercie too.
Exeunt. 553536sound trumpets, manet Moore. 555537Aron. Now climeth T
amora Olympus toppe,
556538Safe out of fortunes
shot, and
sits aloft,
Secure