Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my emperess 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. 470 Luc. We do ; and vow to heaven, and to his high ness, 480 That what we did, was mildly, as we might, 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. Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, 490 found I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace bon-jour. Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt. A& II. SCENE 1. Before the Palace. Enter AARON alone. Aaron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, Upon her wit doth earthly 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, Cij 10 And And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains; Enter CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, braving. 20 Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge, And manners, to intrude where I am grac'd; To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; 30 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, 89 Are Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends? Go to ; have your lath glu'd 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? [They draw. So near the emperor's palace dare you draw, Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge; I would not for a million of gold, 50 The cause were known to them it most concerns: Nor would your noble mother, for much more, For shame, put up. Chi. Not I; 'till I have sheath'd My rapier in his bosom, and, withal, Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour here. Dem. For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd,— Foul-spoken coward! that thunder'st with thy 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 It is to jut upon a prince's right? What, is Lavinia then become so loose, Or Bassianus so degenerate, That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd, 61 30 Without controlment, justice, or revenge? 70 Young lords, beware!-an should the emperess know This discord's ground, the musick would not please. Chi. I care not, I, knew she and all the world; 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 Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose, Aar. To achieve her!-How? Dem. Why mak'st thou it so strange? 80 90 Aar. Ay, and as good as Saturninus, may. [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 |