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That I repair to Rome, I am content.

GOT H

And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.

LUCIUS

Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursèd devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empress’ face,
For testimony of her foul proceedings;
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us. [10]

AARON

Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!

LUCIUS

Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.

[Flourish.]

The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
Exeunt Goths with Aaron.

Sound trumpets. Enter Emperor and Empress with Tribunes and others.

SAT URNINUS

What, hath the firmament mo suns than one?

LUCIUS

What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?

MARCUS

Rome’s emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
These quarrels must be quietly debated. [20]
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end,