Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak, indifferently for all; And, at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,

And basely put it up without revenge ?

Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome forefend, I should be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour, dare I undertake For good lord Titus' innocence in all, Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: You are but newly planted in your throne; Lest then the people, and patricians too, Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, And so supplant us for ingratitude, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Yield at intreats, and then let me alone: I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and the traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

Aside.

Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the emperor for his good. This day all quarrels die, Andronicus ;And let it be mine honour, good my lord, That I have reconcil'd your friends and you.For you, prince Bassianus, I have past My word and promise to the emperor, That you will be more mild and tractable.And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia ;By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness,
That what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own.

Mar. That, on mine honour, here I do protest.
Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.-
Tam. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends:

The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace;
I will not be denied. Sweet heart, look back.

Sat. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, And at my lovely Tamora's entreats,

I do remit these young men's heinous faults.-
Stand up.

Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,

I found a friend; and sure as death I swore,
I would not part a bachelor from the priest.
Come, if the emperor's court can feast two brides,

You are my guest, Lavinia, and your friends :-
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

Tit. To-morrow, an' it please your majesty,

To hunt the panther and the hart with me,
With horn and hound we'll give your grace Bon jour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.

[Exeunt. ACT II.

SCENE I.-The Same. Before the Palace.

Enter AARON.

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning's flash;
Advanc'd above pale envy's threatening reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiack in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest peering hills;
So Tamora.-

Upon her wit doth early honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains;
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes,
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made emperess.
To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen,

This syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck, and his commonweal's.-
Holla! what storm is this?

Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving.

Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,. And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

Chi. Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;
And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
'Tis not the difference of a year, or two,
Makes me less gracious, thee more fortunate:
I am as able, and as fit, as thou,

To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love.

Aar. Clubs, clubs!-These lovers will not keep the

peace.

[Aside.

Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd,
Gave you a dancing rapier by your side,

Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath,
'Till you know better how to handle it.

Chi. Mean while, sir, with the little skill I have,

Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare.
Dem. Ay, boy! grow ye so brave?

Aar. Why, how now, lords?

So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,
And maintain such a quarrel openly?

[They draw.

Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge;

I would not for a million of gold,

The cause were known to them it most concerns: