Titus Page #3

I give thee thanks

in part of thy deserts...

and will with deeds

requite thy gentleness.

And, for an onset, Titus,

to advance thy name

and honorable family,

Lavinia will I make my empress,

Rome's royal mistress,

mistress of my heart-

And in the sacred pantheon

her espouse.

Tell me, Andronicus,

doth this motion please thee?

Hmm?

It doth, my worthy lord,

and in this match I hold me

highly honored of your grace.

And here, in sight of Rome,

to Saturnine, king and

commander of our commonweal,

the wide world's emperor,

do I consecrate my sword,

my chariot, and my prisoners:

Presents well worthy

Rome's imperial lord.

Thanks, noble Titus,

father of my life.

How proud I am of thee

and of thy gifts...

Rome shall record.

And when I do forget the least

of these unspeakable deserts,

Romans,

forget thy fealty to me.

Now, madam, are you

prisoner to an emperor-

to him that, for your honor

and your state,

will use you nobly

and your followers.

Mmm.

A goodly lady.

Trust me, of the hue

that I would choose,

were I to choose anew.

Clear up, fair queen,

that cloudy countenance.

Though chance of war

hath wrought this change of cheer,

thou comest not to be made

a scorn in Rome.

Princely shall be thy usage...

every Way-

Rest on my word,

and let not discontent

daunt all your hopes.

Madam, he that comforts you...

can make you greater

than Queen of Goths.

Lavinia, you are not

displeased with this?

Not I, my Lord,

sith true nobility

warrants these words...

in princely courtesy.

Thanks, sweet Lavinia.

Romans, let us go!

Ransomless here

we set our prisoners free.

Proclaim our honors, lords,

with trump and drum.

Lord Titus, by your leave,

this maid is mine.

How, sir! Are you

in earnest, then, my lord?

Ay, noble Titus,

and resolved withal.

This prince in justice

seizeth but his own.

And that he will and shall,

if Lucius live.

Traitors, avaunt!

Where is the emperor's guard?

Treason, my lord,

Lavinia is surprised!

Surprised? By whom?

By him that justly may bear his

betrothed from all the world away.

Fear not, my lord,

I'll soon bring her back.

Brothers, help to convey

her hence away!

And with my sword

I'll keep this way safe.

My lord, you pass not here.

What, villain boy?

Barr'st me my way in Rome, huh?

Help! Lucius!

My lord! You are unjust!

And more than so,

in wrongful quarrel,

you have slain your son.

Nor thou nor he

are any sons of mine.

My sons would never

so dishonor me.

Traitor!

Restore Lavinia to the emperor.

Dead, if you will,

but not to be his wife...

that is another's lawful

promised love.

No, Titus, no!

The emperor needs her not!

Nor her, nor thee,

nor any of thy stock!

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