Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my emprefs hath prevail'd.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:
These words, these looks, infufe new life in me.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily,

your

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 friends and you.-
For you, prince Baffianus, I have pass'd
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 fhall 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 fifter's honour, and our own.

Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft. Sat. Away, and talk not; trouble us no more.Tam. Nay, nay, fweet 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 fake, 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 fure as death I fwore,

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.

'Tis thou, and thofe, that have dishonour'd me:
Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge,
How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine!
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in thofe princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak indifferently for all;
And at my fuit, fweet, pardon what is past.
Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly,
And bafely put it up without revenge?

Tam. Not fo, 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,

Whofe fury, not diffembled, speaks his griefs :
Then, at my fuit, look graciously on him;
Lose not fo noble a friend on vain fuppofe,
Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.—
My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last,
Diffemble all your griefs and discontents:
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Left then the people, and patricians too,
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
And fo fupplant us for ingratitude,
(Which Rome reputes to be a heinous fin,)
Yield at entreats, and then let me alone :
I'll find a day to maffacre them all,
And raze their faction, and their family,
The cruel father, and his traitorous fons,
To whom I fued for my dear fon's life;

And make them know, what 'tis to let a queen

Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain.- [Afide.
Come, come, fweet emperor,-come, Andronicus,

Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempeft of thy angry frown.

Sat.

Sat. Rife, Titus, rife; my emprefs hath prevail'd.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:
These words, these looks, infufe 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 Baffianus, I have pafs'd
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 fifter's honour, and our own.
Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft.
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 fake, 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 fure 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 fhall 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 fo, Titus, and gramercy too.

Aar. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's fhot; and fits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash;
Advanc'd above pale envy's threat'ning reach.
As when the golden fun falutes 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 earthly honour wait,
And virtue ftoops 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
Haft prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains;
And fafter bound to Aaron's charming eyes,
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucafus.
Away with flavish weeds, and idle thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made emperess.
To wait, faid I? to wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis ;-this queen,
This fyren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And fee his fhipwreck, and his commonweal's.
Holla! what storm is this?