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Reference: cc6r - Tragedies, p. 35

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The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
[440]
Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine, Then heare me speake indifferently for all: And at my sute (sweet) pardon what is past.
Satu. What Madam, be dishonoured openly, And basely put it vp without reuenge? Tam.
[445]
Not so my Lord, The Gods of Rome fore‑fend, I should be Authour to dishonour you. But on mine honour dare, I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all:
[450]
Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes: Then at my sute looke graciously on him, Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose, Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart. My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at last,
[455]
Dissemble all your griefes and discontents, You are but newly planted in your Throne, Least then the people, and Patricians too, Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part, And so supplant vs for ingratitude,
[460]
Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne. Yeeld at intreats, and then let me alone: Ile finde a day to massacre them all, And race their faction, and their familie, The cruell Father, and his trayt'rous sonnes,
[465]
To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life. And make them know what 'tis to let a Queene. Kneele in the streetes, and beg for grace in vaine. Come, come, sweet Emperour, (come Andronicus) Take vp this good old man, and cheere the heart,
[470]
That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne.
King. Rise Titus, rise, My Empresse hath preuail'd. Titus. I thanke your Maiestie, And her my Lord.
[475]
These words, these lookes, Infuse new life in me.
Tamo. Titus, I am incorparate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily. And must aduise the Emperour for his good,
[480]
This day all quarrels die Andronicus. And let it be mine honour good my Lord, That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you. For you Prince Bassianus, I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour,
[485]
That you will be more milde and tractable. And feare not Lords: And you Lauinia, By my aduise all humbled on your knees, You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie.
Son.
[490]
We doe, And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes, That what we did, was mildly, as we might, Tendring our sisters honour and our owne.
Mar.

That on mine honour heere I do protest.

King.
[495]

Away and talke not, trouble vs no more.

Tamora. Nay, nay, Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends, The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace, I will not be denied, sweet hart looke back. King.
[500]
Marcus, For thy sake and thy brothers heere, And at my louely Tamora's intreats, I doe remit these young mens haynous faults. Stand vp: Lauinia, though you left me like a churle,
[505]
I found a friend, and sure as death I sware,

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I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest. Come, if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides, You are my guest Lauinia, and your friends: This day shall be a Loue‑day Tamora. Tit.
[510]
To morrow and it please your Maiestie, To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me, With horne and Hound, Weele giue your Grace Bon iour.
Satur.

Be it so Titus, and Gramercy to.

Exeunt.
Actus Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter Aaron alone. Aron.
[515]
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe, Safe out of Fortunes shot, and sits aloft, Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash, Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach: As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne,
[520]
And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames, Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach, And ouer‑lookes the highest piering hills: So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,
[525]
And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne. Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit thy thoughts, To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris, And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,
[530]
And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes, Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus. Away with slauish weedes, and idle thoughts, I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold, To waite vpon this new made Empresse.
[535]
To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene, This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this Queene, This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine, And see his shipwracke, and his Common weales. Hollo, what storme is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing. Dem.
[540]
Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd, And may for ought thou know'st affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou doo'st ouer‑weene in all, And so in this, to beare me downe with braues,
[545]
'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me lesse gracious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able, and as fit, as thou, To serue, and to deserue my Mistris grace, And that my sword vpon thee shall approue,
[550]
And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue.
Aron.

Clubs, clubs, these louers will not keep the peace.

Dem. Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduised) Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends?
[555]
Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Meane while sir, with the little skill I haue, Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare. Deme.

I Boy, grow ye so braue?

They drawe.
Aron.
[560]
Why how now Lords? So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw, And

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Actus Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter Aaron alone. Aron.
[515]
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe, Safe out of Fortunes shot, and sits aloft, Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash, Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach: As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne,
[520]
And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames, Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach, And ouer‑lookes the highest piering hills: So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,
[525]
And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne. Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit thy thoughts, To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris, And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,
[530]
And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes, Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus. Away with slauish weedes, and idle thoughts, I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold, To waite vpon this new made Empresse.
[535]
To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene, This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this Queene, This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine, And see his shipwracke, and his Common weales. Hollo, what storme is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing. Dem.
[540]
Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd, And may for ought thou know'st affected be.
Chi. Demetrius, thou doo'st ouer‑weene in all, And so in this, to beare me downe with braues,
[545]
'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me lesse gracious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able, and as fit, as thou, To serue, and to deserue my Mistris grace, And that my sword vpon thee shall approue,
[550]
And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue.
Aron.

Clubs, clubs, these louers will not keep the peace.

Dem. Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduised) Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends?
[555]
Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Meane while sir, with the little skill I haue, Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare. Deme.

I Boy, grow ye so braue?

They drawe.
Aron.
[560]
Why how now Lords? So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw, And maintaine such a quarrell openly? Full well I wote, the ground of all this grudge. I would not for a million of Gold,
[565]
The cause were knowne to them it most concernes. Nor would your noble mother for much more Be so dishonored in the Court of Rome: For shame put vp.
Deme. Not I, till I haue sheath'd
[570]
My rapier in his bosome, and withall Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat, That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere.
Chi. For that I am prepar'd, and full resolu'd, Foule spoken Coward,
[575]
That thundrest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe.
Aron. A way I say. Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore, This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all:
[580]
Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous It is to set vpon a Princes right? What is Lauinia then become so loose, Or Bassianus so degenerate, That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht,
[585]
Without controulement, Iustice, or reuenge? Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know, This discord ground, the musicke would not please.
Chi. I care not I, knew she and all the world, I loue Lauinia more then all the world. Demet.
[590]
Youngling, Learne thou to make some meaner choise, Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.
Aron. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome, How furious and impatient they be,
[595]
And cannot brooke Competitors in loue? I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths, By this deuise.
Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose, To atchieue her whom I do loue. Aron.
[600]

To atcheiue her, how?

Deme. Why, mak'st thou it so strange? Shee is a woman, therefore may be woo'd, Shee is a woman, therfore may be wonne, Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd.
[605]
What man, more water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller of, and easie it is Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know: Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother, Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge.
Aron.
[610]

I, and as good as Saturnius may.

Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it With words, faire lookes, and liberality: What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe, And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose? Aron.
[615]
Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so Would serue your turnes.
Chi.

I so the turne were serued.

Deme.

Aaron thou hast hit it.

Aron. Would you had hit it too,
[620]
Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo: Why harke yee, harke yee, a nd are you such fooles, To square for this? Would it offend you then?
Chi.

Faith not me.

Deme.

Nor me, so I were one.

Aron.
[625]
For shame be friends, & ioyne for that you iar: 'Tis pollicie, and stratageme must doe That you affect, and so must you resolue, That what you cannot as you would atcheiue, You must perforce accomplish as you may:
[630]
Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chast Then this Lauinia, Bassianus loue, A speedier course this lingring languishment Must we pursue, and I haue found the path: My Lords, a solemne hunting is in hand.
[635]
There will the louely Roman Ladies troope: The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious, And many vnfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie: Single you thither then this dainty Doe,
[640]
And strike her home by force, if not by words: This way or not at all, stand you in hope. Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit To villainie and vengance consecrate, Will we acquaint with all that we intend,
[645]
And she shall file our engines with aduise, That will not suffer you to square your selues, But to your wishes height aduance you both. The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame, The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares:
[650]
The Woods are ruthlesse, dreadfull, deafe, and dull: There speake, and strike braue Boyes, & take your turnes. There serue your lusts, shadow'd from heauens eye, And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie.
Chi.

Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.

Deme.
[655]
Sit fas aut nefas, till I finde the streames, To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits, Per Stigia per manes Vehor.
Exeunt.
 

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      <p n="624">Nor me, so I were one.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Aron.</speaker>
      <l n="625">For shame be friends, &amp; ioyne for that you iar:</l>
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      <l n="628">That what you cannot as you would atcheiue,</l>
      <l n="629">You must perforce accomplish as you may:</l>
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      <l n="632">A speedier course this lingring languishment</l>
      <l n="633">Must we pursue, and I haue found the path:</l>
      <l n="634">My Lords, a solemne hunting is in hand.</l>
      <l n="635">There will the louely Roman Ladies troope:</l>
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      <l n="640">And strike her home by force, if not by words:</l>
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      <l n="642">Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit</l>
      <l n="643">To villainie and vengance consecrate,</l>
      <l n="644">Will we acquaint with all that we intend,</l>
      <l n="645">And she shall file our engines with aduise,</l>
      <l n="646">That will not suffer you to square your selues,</l>
      <l n="647">But to your wishes height aduance you both.</l>
      <l n="648">The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame,</l>
      <l n="649">The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of eares:</l>
      <l n="650">The Woods are ruthlesse, dreadfull, deafe, and dull:</l>
      <l n="651">There speake, and strike braue Boyes, &amp; take your turnes.</l>
      <l n="652">There serue your lusts, shadow'd from heauens eye,</l>
      <l n="653">And reuell in<hi rend="italic">Lauinia's</hi>Treasurie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-chi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Chi.</speaker>
      <p n="654">Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tit-dem">
      <speaker rend="italic">Deme.</speaker>
      <l n="655">
         <hi rend="italic">Sit fas aut nefas</hi>, till I finde the streames,</l>
      <l n="656">To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,</l>
      <l n="657">
         <hi rend="italic">Per Stigia per manes Vehor</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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