24952358And see them readie against their Mother comes,

24972361Lucius. Vnckle Marcus, since tis my Fathers minde,

24982362That I repaire to Rome I am content.

24992363Got. And ours with thine, befall what Fortune will.

25002364Luci. Good Vnckle take you in this barberous Moore,

25012365This rauenous tiger, this accursed diuell,

25022366Let him receaue no sustnance, fetter him,

25032367Till he be brought vnto the Empresse face,

25042368For testemonie of her foule proceedings,

25052369And see the Ambush of our friends be strong,

25062370I feare the Emperour meanes no good to vs.

25072371Moore. Some diuell whisper curses in my eare,

25082372And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,

25092373The venemous mallice of my swelling hart.

25102374Lucius. Away inhumane dogge vnhallowed slaue.

25112375Sirs help our vnckle to conuay him in,

25122376The trumpets shewe the Emperour is at hand.

25152379King. What hath the firmament mo sunnes than one?

25162380Lucius, What boots it thee to call thyselfe a sunne?

25172381Mar. Romes Emperour and Nephew break the Parle,

25182382These quarrels must be quietly debated,

25192383The feast is ready which the carefull Titus,

25202384Hath ordainde to an honorable end,

25212385For peace, for loue, for league and good to Rome,

25222386Please you therefore, draw nie and take your places.

25232387King. Marcus we will.

25272390Titus. Welcome my Lord, welcome dread Queene,

K2 welcome