Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Rise Titus rise, my Empress hath preauild. I thank your majesty, and her my Lord, These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Titus I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the Emperor for his good, This day all quarrels die Andronicus. And let it be mine honour good my Lord, That I have reconciled your friends and you. For you Prince Bassianus I have past My word and promise to the Emperor, That you will be more mild and tractable. And fear not Lords, and you Lavinia, By my advise all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his Majesty. We do, and vow to Heaven and to his Highness, That what we did, was mild ie as we might, Tendering our sister's honour and our own. That on mine honour here do I protest. Aways, 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, sweet heart look back. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brothers here, And at my lovely Tamoras entreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults, Stand up: Lavinia though you left me like a Churl, I found a friend, and sure as death I swore, I would not part a Bachelor from the Priest. Come if the emperors Court can feast two Brides, You are my guest Lavinia and your friends: This day shall be a lovedaie Tamora. To morrow and it please your Majesty, To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me, With horn and hound, we'll give your grace boniour. Be it so Titus and gramercy too. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus top, Safe out of fortunes shot, and fits aloft, Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash, Advanced above pale envies threatening reach, As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And having gilded the Ocean with his beams, Gallops the Zodiac in his glistering Coach, And overlooks the highest piering hills. So Tamora. Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown, Then Aron arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, To mount aloft with thy Imperial Mistress, And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held, fettered in amorous chains, And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes, Than is Prometheus' tide to Caucasus. Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts, I will be bright and shine in pearl and gold, To wait upon this new made Empress. To wait said I? to wanton with this Queen, This Goddess, this Semerimis, this Nymph, This Siren that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And see his shipwreck, and his Commonweals. Hollo, what storm is this? Chiron thy years wants wit, thy wits wants edge, And manners to intrude where I am graced, And may for aught thou knowest affected be.
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Rise Titus rise, my Empresse hath preuaild I thanke your Maiesti, and her my Lord, These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Titus I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happilie, And must aduise the Emperour for his good, This day all quarrels die Andronicus. And let it be mine honour good my Lord, That I haue reconciled your friends and you. For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour, 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. VVee doo, and vowe to Heauen and to his Highnes, That what wee did, was mid ie as we might, Tendring our sisters honour and our owne. That on mine honour here doo I protest. Away and talke not, trouble vs no more Nay, nay sweet Empeor, we must all be friends, The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace, I will not be denied, sweete hart looke backe. Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brothers here, And at my louelie Tamoras intreats, I doo remit these young mens hainous faults, Stand vp: Lauinia though you left me like a Churle, I found a friend, and sure as death I swore, I would not part a Batchiler from the Priest. Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides, You are my guest Lauinia and your friends: This daie shall be a loue-daie Tamora. To morrow and it please your Maiestie, To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me, VVith horne and hound, weele giue your grace boniour. Be it so Titus and gramercie too. Now climeth Tamora Olympus oppe, Safe out of fortunes shot, and fits aloft, Secure of thunders cracke or lightning flash, Aduaunc'd aboue pale enuies threatning reach, As when the golden suune salutes the morne, And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames, Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach, And ouer-looks the highest piering hills. So Tamora. Vpon her wit doth earthly honour wait, And vertue stoops and trembles at her frowne, Then Aron 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 amourous chaines, And faster bound to Arons charming eies, Than is Prometheus tide to Caucasus. Away with slauish weedes and seruile thoughts, I will be bright and shine in pearle and golde, To wait vpon this new made Emperesse. To wait said I? to wanton wih this Queene, This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this Nymph, This Syren that will charme Romes Saturnine, And see his shipwracke, and his Common-weales. Hollo, what storme is this? Chiron thy yeares wants wit, thy wits wants edge, And manners to intrude where I am grac'd, And may for ought thou knowest affected bee.