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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 passed
My word and promise to the emperor,
That you will be more mild and tractable. [470]
And fear not, lords, and you, Lavinia;
By my advice, all humbled on your knees,
You shall ask pardon of his majesty.

SONS

We do, and vow to heaven, and to his highness,
That what we did was mildly as we might,
Tend’ring our sister’s honour and our own.

MARCUS

That on mine honour here do I protest.

SAT URNINUS

Away, and talk not, trouble us no more.

T AMORA

Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends;
The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; [480]
I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back.

SAT URNINUS

Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother’s 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. [490]
This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.

T IT US