of Titus Andronicus.
194191The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart,
195192L
auinia liue, outliue thy fathers daies,
196193And fames eternall date for vertues prai
se.
197194Marcus. Long liue Lord T
itus my beloued brother,
198195Gratious triumpher in the eies of Rome.
199196Titus. Thanks gentle Tribune, Noble brother
Marcus.
201197Marcus. And welcome Nephews from
succesfull wars
202198You that
suruiue, and you that
sleepe in fame:
203199Faire Lords, your fortunes are alike in all,
204200That in your Countries
seruice drew your
swords,
205201But
safer triumph is this funerall pompe,
206202That hath a
spirde to
Solons happines,
207203And triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed.
208204T
itus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
209205Who
se friend in iu
stice thou ha
st euer beene,
210206Send thee by mee their Tribune and their tru
st,
211207This Palliament of white and
spotles
hue,
212208And name thee in ele
ction for the Empire,
213209With the
se our late decea
sed Emperours
sonnes:
214210Be
Candidatus then and put it on,
215211And helpe to
set a head on headles Roome.
216212Titus. A better head her glorious bodie
fits,
217213Than his that
shakes for age and feeblenes:
218214What
should I don this Roabe and trouble you?
219215Be cho
sen with Proclamations to daie,
220216To morrow yeeld vp rule, re
signe my life,
221217And
set abroad new bu
sines for you all.
222218Roome I haue beene thy
souldier fortie yeares,
223219And led my Countries
strength
succesfullie,
224220And buried one and twentie valiant
sonnes
225221Knighted in Field,
slaine manfullie in Armes,
226222In right and
seruice of their Noble Countrie:
227223Giue me a
sta
ffe of Honour for mine age,
228224But not a
scepter to controwle the world,
229225Vpright he held it Lords that held it la
st.
B2 Marcus.