This day all quarrels die, Andronicus, Luc. We do, and vow to Heaven and to his Highnefs, That what we did was mildly, as we might, Mar. That on mine honour here I do proteft. The Tribune and his Nephews kneel for grace, I do remit these young men's heinous faults, I found a friend, and fure, as death, I fwore, Tit. To-morrow, an it please your Majefty, With horn and hound, we'll give your Grace Bon-jour. Sat. Be it fo, Titus, and grammercy too. [Exeunt, ACT II. 7 SCENE I. Before the PALACE. Enter Aaron alone. AARON. OW climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, Na Safe out of fortune's fhot; and fits aloft, Upon her wit doth early honour wait, And virtue ftoops and trembles at her frown. And mount her pitch; whom thou in triumph long Away with flavifh weeds and idle thoughts, This Syren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine, SCENE II. Enter Chiron and Demetrius, braving. Dem. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge Makes me lefs gracious, or thee more fortunate; To ferve, and to deferve my miftrefs' grace; Aar. Clubs, clubs !—These lovers will not keep the peace. Dem. Why, boy, although our mother, unadvis'd, Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide, Are you fo defp'rate grown to threat your friends? Go to have your lath glu'd within your sheath, 'Till you know better how to handle it. Chi. Mean while, Sir, with the little skill I have, Full well fhalt thou perceive how much I dare. Dem. Ay, boy, grow ye to brave? Aar. Why, how now, Lords? [They draw, So near the Emperor's Palace dare you draw, The cause were known to them it moft concerns. Chi. Not I, 'till I have fheath'd My rapier in his bofom, and withal Thrust these reproachful fpeeches down his throat, Dem. For that I am prepar'd and full refolv'd,- Now by the Gods, that warlike Goths adore, Why, Lords, and think you not how dangerous What is Lavinia then become fo loofe, Or Baffianus fo degenerate, That for her love fuch quarrels may be broacht, Young Lords, beware-and should the Empress know I love Lavinia more than all the world. Dem. Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice, Lavinia is thy elder brother's hope. Aar. Why, are ye mad! or know ye not, in Rome How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, Lords, you do but plot your deaths Chi. Aaron, a thoufand deaths would I propofe, Aar. To atchieve her-how? Dem. Why mak'ft thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; 9 Not I, till I bave fheath'd, &c.] This fpeech, which has been all along given to Demetrius, as the next to Chiron, were er. both given to the wrong fpeakFor it was Demetrius that had thrown out the reproachful speeches on the other. WARB. She She is a woman, therefore may be won; [Afide. Dem. Then why should he defpair, that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality? What, haft thou not full often ftruck a doe, And born her cleanly by the keeper's nofe? Aar. Why then, it feems, fome certain fnatch or fo Would ferve your turns. Chi. Ay, fo the turn were served. Aar. 'Would you had hit it too, Then fhould not we be tir'd with this ado: Chi. 'Faith, not me. Dem. Nor me, fo I were one. Aar. For fhame, be friends; and join for that you jar. Tis policy and ftratagem muft do That you affect; and fo muft you refolve, That what you cannot, as you would, atchieve, |