To whom I sued for my dear son's life; Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain. . Aside. Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, 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. Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his highness, 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, Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. Before the palace. Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. Away with slavish weeds, and idle thoughts! And Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; Aar. Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace. 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? [They draw Aar. Why, how now, lords? So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, And maintain such a quarrel openly? 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: For shame, put up. Dem. Not I; till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,- tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. Aar. Away, I say. Now by the gods, that warlike Goths adore, This petty brabble will undo us all. Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous What, is Lavinia then become so loose, Or Bassianus so degenerate, That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, Young lords, beware!-an should the empress know I love Lavinia more than all the world Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. Aar. Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths By this device. Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths Would I propose, to achieve her whom I love. Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; [Aside. Dem. Then why should he despair, that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality? What, hast thou not full often struck a doe, And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? Aar. Why then, it seems, some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns. Chi. Ay, so the turn were serv'd. 'Would you had hit it too; Dem. Aaron, thou hast hit it. Then should not we be tir'd with this ado. Why, hark ye, hark ye,-And are you such fools, |