Titus Page #5

You are very short with us.

But if we live,

we'll be as sharp with you.

My lord, what I have done,

as best I may,

answer I must

and shall do with my life.

This noble gentleman-

Lord Titus here-

is in opinion

and in honor wronged.

That in the rescue of Lavinia,

with his own hand,

did slay his youngest son

in zeal to you.

Hmm.

Receive him then to favor,

Saturnine.

Prince Bassianus,

leave to plead my deeds.

'Tis thou and those

that have dishonored me.

Rome and the righteous heavens

be my judge...

how I have loved

and honored Saturnine.

I can do no more.

Patience, Bassianus.

My worthy lord, if ever

Tamora were gracious...

in those princely eyes

of thine,

then hear me speak indifferently for all.

And at my suit, sweet,

pardon what is past.

Oh, madam?

Be dishonored openly...

and basely put it up

without revenge?

Not so, my lord.

The gods of Rome forfend

I should be author to dishonor you.

But on mine honor

dare I undertake...

for good Lord Titus'

innocence in all,

whose fury, not dissembled,

speaks his griefs.

Then at my suit

look graciously on him.

Lose not so noble a friend

on vain suppose.

My lord, be ruled by me.

Be won at last.

Dissemble all your griefs

and discontents.

You are but newly planted

in your throne.

Lest then the people

and patricians, too,

upon a just survey,

take Titus' part...

and so supplant you

for ingratitude.

Yield at entreats,

and then let me alone.

I'll find a day

to massacre them all...

and raze their faction

and their family-

the cruel father

and his traitorous sons...

to whom I sued

for my dear son's life,

and make them know what 'tis

to let a queen kneel in the streets...

and beg for grace in vain.

Come, come, sweet emperor.

Come, Andronicus.

Take up this good old man,

and cheer the heart...

that dies in tempest

of thy angry frown.

Rise, Titus, rise.

My empress hath prevailed.

I thank your majesty

and her, my lord.

And let it be mine honor,

good my lord,

that I have reconciled

your friends and you.

For you, Prince Bassianus,

I have passed 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.

We do, and vow to heaven

and to your highness...

that what we did

was mildly as we might,

tendering our sister's honor

and our own.

That, on mine honor,

here I do attest.

Away, and talk not.

Trouble us no more.

Nay, nay, sweet emperor.

We must all be friends.

The tribune and his nephews

kneel for grace.

I will not be denied.

Sweetheart, look back.

Marcus, for thy sake

and thy brother's here,

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