Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.85 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Not I my Lord, sith true Nobility, Warrants these words in Princely courtesy. Thanks sweet Lavinia, Romans let us go, Raunsomles here we set our prisoners free, Proclaim our Honour's Lords with Trump and Drum. Lord Titus by your leave, this maid is mine. How sir, are you in earnest than my Lord? I Noble Titus and resolved withal, To do myself this reason and this right. Suum cuiqum is our Roman iustce, This Prince in justice seizeth but his own. And that he will, and shall if Lucius live. Traitors avaunt, where is the emperors guard? Treason my Lord, Lavinia is surprised. Surprised, by whom? By him that justly may, Bear his betrothde from all the world away. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. Fellow my Lord, and I'll soon bring her back. My Lord you pass not here. What villain boy, barst me my way in Rome? Help Lucius, help. 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 dishonour me, Traitor restore Lavinia to the Emperor. Dead if you will, but not to be his wives That is another's lawful promised love. No Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: I'll trust by leisure, him that mocks me once, thou never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was none in Rome to make a stolen But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree these deeds, with that proud brag of thine, That saidst I begged the Empire at thy hands. O monstrous, what reproachful words are these? But go thy ways, go give that changing piece, To him that flourished for her with his sword: A valiant son in law thou shalt enjoy, One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the Commonwealth of Rome. These words are razors to my wounded heart. And therefore lovely Tamora Queen of Goths, That like the stately Thebes 'mongst her Nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st Dames of Rome, If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride, And will create thee Empress of Rome. Speak Queen of Goths dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman Gods, Sith Priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus stand, I will not resalute the streets of Rome, Or climb my Palace, till from forth this place, I lead espoused my Bride along with me. And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving Nurse, a Mother to his youth.
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Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilitie, VVarrants these words in Princely curtesie. Thanks sweete Lauinia, Romans let vs goe, Raunsomles here we set our prisoners free, Proclaime our Honours Lords with Trumpe and Drum. Lord Titus by your leaue, this maid is mine. How sir, are you in earnest then my Lord? I Noble Titus and resolude withall, To doo my selfe this reason and this right. Suum cuiqum is our Romane iustce, This Prince in iustice ceazeth but his owne. And that he will, and shall if Lucius liue. Traitors auaunt, where is the Emperours gard? Treason my Lord, Lauinia is surprizde. Surprizde, by whom? By him that iustly may, Beare his betrothde from all the world away. Brothers, helpe to conuay her hence away, And with my sword Ile keepe this doore safe. Follow my Lord, and Ile soone bring her backe. My Lord you passe not here. What villaine boy, barst me my way in Rome? Helpe Lucius, helpe. My Lord you are vniust, and more than so, In wrongfull quarrell you haue slaine your sonne. Nor thou, nor he, are any sonnes of mine My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me, Traitor restore Lauinia to the Emperour. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife That is anothers lawfull promist loue. No Titus, no, the Emperour needes her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stocke: Ile trust by leysure, him that mocks me once, Thee neuer, nor thy traiterous hawtie sonnes, Confederates all thus to dishonour mee. VVas none in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree these deeds, with that prowd bragge of thine, That saidst I begd the Empire at thy hands. O monstrous, what reprochfull words are these? But goe thy waies, goe giue that changing piece, To him that florisht for her with his sword: A valiant sonne in law thou shalt inioy, One fit to bandie with thy lawlesse sonnes, To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome. These words are rasors to my wounded hart. And therfore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes, That like the statelie Thebe mongst her Nymphs, Dost ouershine the gallanst Dames of Rome, If thou be pleasde with this my sodaine choise, Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride, And will create thee Emperesse of Rome. Speake Queene of Gothes dost thou applaud my choise? And here I sweare by all the Romane Gods, Sith Priest and holy water are so neere, And tapers burne so bright, and euery thing In readines for Hymeneus stand, I will not resalute the streets of Rome, Or clime my Pallace, till from forth this place, I lead espowsde my Bride along with mee. And here in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare, If Saturnine aduaunce the Queene of Gothes, Shee will a handmaide be to his desires, A louing Nurse, a Mother to his youth.