Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.--
Come, come, sweet emperor,--come, Andronicus,--
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.

SATURNINUS.
Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd.

TITUS.
I thank your majesty and her, my lord:
These words, these looks, infuse new life in me.

TAMORA.
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 reconcil'd your friends and you. --
For you, Prince Bassianus, I have pass'd
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.

LUCIUS.
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.