![]() ![]() ![]() Not so, my lord the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you! But on mine honour 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, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart. ![]() And in the Capitol and senate's right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you and abate your strength Dismiss your followers and, as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. Let us entreat, by honour of his name, Whom worthily you would have now succeed. Ten years are spent since first he undertook This cause of Rome and chastised with arms Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons In coffins from the field And now at last, laden with horror's spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. Princes, that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery, Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have, by common voice, In election for the Roman empery, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome: A nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city walls: He by the senate is accit'd home From weary wars against the barbarous Goths That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Hath yoked a nation strong, train'd up in arms. ![]()
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