Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · 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 · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 prevailed. 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 advice 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 mildly, as we might, Tendering our sister's honour and our own. That on mine honour here I do protest. 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, sweet hart look back. Marcus, For thy sake and thy brothers here, And at my lovely Tamora's 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 Emperor's Court can feast two Brides, You are my guest Lavinia, and your friends: This day shall be a Love-day 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 Bon iour. Be it so Titus, and Gramercy to. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus top, Safe out of Fortune's shot, and sits aloft, Secure of Thunder's crack or lightning flash, Advanced about 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 overlookes the highest piering hills: So Tamora. Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait, And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown. Then Aaron arm thy hart, 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, Then is Prometheus tied to Caucasus. Away with slavish weeds, and idle 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 Semorimis, this Queen, This Siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, And see his shipwreck, and his Common weals. Hollo, what storm is this? Chiron thy years wants wit, thy wit wants edge And manners to intruded where I am graced, And may for aught thou knowst affected be.
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Riſe Titus, riſe, My Empreſſe hath preuail'd. I thanke your Maieſtie, And her my Lord. Theſe words, theſe lookes, Infuſe new life in me. Titus, I am incorparate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily. 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 reconcil'd 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. We doe, And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes, That what we did, was mildly, as we might, Tendring our ſiſters honour and our owne. That on mine honour heere I do proteſt. Away and talke not, trouble vs no more. Nay, nay, Sweet Emperour, we muſt all be friends, The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace, I will not be denied, ſweet hart looke back. Marcus, For thy ſake and thy brothers heere, And at my louely Tamora's intreats, I doe remit theſe young mens haynous faults. Stand vp: Lauinia, though you left me like a churle, I found a friend, and ſure as death I ſware, I would not part a Batchellour from the Prieſt. Come, if the Emperours Court can feaſt two Brides, You are my gueſt Lauinia, and your friends: This day ſhall be a Loue-day Tamora. To morrow and it pleaſe your Maieſtie, To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me, With horne and Hound, Weele giue your Grace Bon iour. Be it ſo Titus, and Gramercy to. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe, Safe out of Fortunes ſhot, and ſits aloft, Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flaſh, Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach: As when the golden Sunne ſalutes the morne, And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames, Gallops the Zodiacke in his gliſtering Coach, And ouer-lookes the higheſt piering hills: So Tamora. Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite, And vertue ſtoopes and trembles at her frowne. Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit thy thoughts, To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Miſtris, And mount her pitch, whom thou in ttiumph long Haſt priſoner held, fettred in amorous chaines, And faſter bound to Aarons charming eyes, Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucaſus. Away with ſlauiſh weedes, and idle thoughts, I will be bright and ſhine in Pearle and Gold, To waite vpon this new made Empreſſe. To waite ſaid I? To wanton with this Queene, This Goddeſſe, this Semorimis, this Queene, This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine, And ſee his ſhipwracke, and his Common weales. Hollo, what ſtorme is this? Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd, And may for ought thou know'ſt affected be.