Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Titus thou shalt obtain & ask the Empery. Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell. Patience Prince Saturninus. Romans' do me right. Patricians draw your swords and sheathe them not, Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor: Andronicus would thou were shipped to hell, Rather than rob me of the people's hearts. Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good, That noble minded Titus means to thee. Content thee Prince, I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves. Andronicus I do not flatter thee, But honour thee and will do till I die: My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends I will most thankful be, and thanks to men Of Noble minds, is honourable meed. People of Rome, and people's Tribunes here, I ask your voices and your suffrages, Will ye bestow them friendly on Andronicus. To gratify the good Andronicus, And gratulate his safe return to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits. Tribunes I thank you, and this suit I make, That you create our emperors eldest son, Lord Saturnine: whose virtues will I hope, Reflect on Rome as Tytus Rays on earth, And ripen justice in this Common weal: Then if you will elect by my advise, Crown him and say, Long live our Emperor. With voices and applause of every sort Patricians and Plebeians, we create d Saturninus Romes great Emperour, d say Long liue our Emperour Saturnine. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done, To us in our election this day, 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 honourable family, Lavinia will I make my Empress, Rome's Royal mistress, Mistress of my heart, And in the sacred Pathan her espouse: Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please thee. It doth my worthy Lord, and in this match, I hold me highly Honoured of your Grace, And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine, King and Commander of our common weal, The wide world's Emperor, do I consecrate My sword, my Chariot, and my Prisoners, Presents well worthy Rome's imperious Lord: Receive them then, the tribute that I own, Mine honour's Ensigns humbled at thy feet. 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 your Fealty to me. Now Madam are you prisoner to an Emperor. To him that for your honour and your state, Will use you Nobly, and your followers. A goodly Lady trust me of the hue, That I would choose were I to choose a new: Clear up fair Queen that cloudy countenance, Though change 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 comforts you, Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths, Lavinia you are not displeased with this.
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Titus thou shalt obtaine & aske the Emperie. Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell. Patience Prince Saturninus. Romaines doe me right. Patricians draw your swords and sheath them not, Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour: Andronicus would thou were shipt to hell, Rather than robbe me of the peoples harts. Prowd Saturnine, interrupter of the good, That noble minded Titus meanes to thee. Content thee Prince, I will restore to thee The peoples harts, and weane them from themselues. Andronicus I doo not flatter thee, But honour thee and will doo till I die: My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends I will most thankefull be, and thanks to men Of Noble minds, is honourable meede. People of Rome, and peoples Tribunes here, I aske your voyces and your suffrages, Will yee bestow them friendly on Andronicus. To gratifie the good Andronicus, And gratulate his afe returne to Rome, The people will accept whom he admits. Tribunes I thanke you, and this sute I make, That you create our Emperours eldest sonne, Lord Saurnine: whose vertues will I hope, Reflect on Rome as Tytus Raies on earth, And ripen iustice in this Common weale: Then if you will elect by my aduise, Crowne him and say, Long liue our Emperour. VVith voyces and applause of euery sor ricians and Plebeans, we create d Saturninus Romes great Emperour, d say Long liue our Emperour Saturnine. Titus Andronicus, for thy fauours done, To vs in our election this day, I giue thee thankes in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentlenes: And for an onset Titus to aduance, Thy name and honourable familie, Lauinia will I make my Empresse, Romes Royall Mistis, Mistris of my hart, And in the sacred Pathan her espouse: Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please the. It doth my worthie Lord, and in this match, I hold me highly Honoured of your Grace, And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine, King and Commander of our common weale, The wide worlds Emperour, doe I consecrate My sword, my Chariot, and my Prisoners, Presents well worthy Romes imperious Lord: Receiue them then, the tribute that I owe, Mine honours Ensignes humbled at thy feete. Thankes Noble Titus Father of my life, How proude I am of thee and of thy gifts Rome shall record, and when I doe forget The least of these vnspeakeable deserts, Romans forget your Fealtie to me. Now Madam are you prisoner to an Emperour. To him that for your honour and your state, VVill vse you Nobly, and your followers. A goodly Lady trust me of the hue, That I would choos were I to choose a new: Cleare vp faire Queene that cloudy countenance, Though change of warhath wrought this change of chea Thou comst not to be made a scorne in Rome Princely shall be thy vsage euerie waie Rest on my word, and let not discontent, Daunt all your hopes, Madam he comforts you, Can make you greater than the Queene of Gothes, Lauinia you are not displeasde with this.