The most Lamentable Tragedie
158157Then Madam
stand re
solud, but hope withall,
159158The
selfe
same Gods that armde the Queene of Troy
160159With opportunitie of
sharpe reuenge
161160Vpon the hracian yrant in his ent,
162161May fauour
amora the Queene of Gothes,
163162(
When Gothes were Gothes, and
amora was Queene,)
164163o quit the bloodie wrongs vpon her foes.
165164Enter the sonnes of Andronicus againe. 166165Lucius. See Lord and father how we haue performd
167166Our Romane rights,
Alarbus limbs are lopt,
168167And intrals feede the
sacri
fising
fire,
169168Who
se
smoke like incen
se doth perfume the skie,
170169Remaineth nought but to interre our brethren,
171170And with lowd larums welcome them to Rome.
172171Titus. Let it be
so, and let
Andronicus,
173172Make this his late
st farewell to their
soules.
175173Sound Trumpets, and lay the Coffin in the Tombe. 176174In peace and honour re
st you here my
sonnes,
177175Roomes readie
st Champions, repo
se you here in re
st,
178176Secure from worldly chaunces and mi
shaps:
179177Here lurks no trea
son, here no enuie
swels,
180178Here grow no damned drugges, here are no
stormes,
181179No noy
se, but
silence and eternall
sleepe,
182180In peace and honour re
st you here my
sonnes.
184182In peace and honour, liue Lord T
itus long,
185183My Noble Lord and father liue in fame:
186184Lo at this Tombe my tributarie teares,
187185I render for my brethrens ob
sequies:
exequies
188186And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy
189187Shed on this earth, for thy returne to Rome,
190188O ble
sse me here with thy vi
ctorious hand,
191189Who
se fortunes Roomes be
st Citizens applaud.
192190Titus. Kinde Rome that ha
st thus louingly re
serude,
The