158157Then Madam stand resolud, 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.

166165Lucius. See Lord and father how we haue performd

167166Our Romane rights, Alarbus limbs are lopt,

168167And intrals feede the sacrifising fire,

169168Whose smoke like incense 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 latest farewell to their soules.

176174In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes,

177175Roomes readiest Champions, repose you here in rest,

178176Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps:

179177Here lurks no treason, here no enuie swels,

180178Here grow no damned drugges, here are no stormes,

181179No noyse, but silence and eternall sleepe,

182180In peace and honour rest you here my sonnes.

184182In peace and honour, liue Lord Titus long,

185183My Noble Lord and father liue in fame:

186184Lo at this Tombe my tributarie teares,

187185I render for my brethrens obsequies:

exequies

188186And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy

189187Shed on this earth, for thy returne to Rome,

190188O blesse me here with thy victorious hand,

191189Whose fortunes Roomes best Citizens applaud.

192190Titus. Kinde Rome that hast thus louingly reserude,