Sat. What, hath the firmament moe suns than one?[4814]
Luc. What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?[4815]
Marc. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;[4816]
These quarrels must be quietly debated. 20
The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,[4817]
For peace, for love, for league and good to Rome:
Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.
Sat. Marcus, we will. 25
[Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table.
Enter Titus, like a Cook, placing the meat on the table, and Lavinia with a veil over her face, young Lucius, and others.[4818]
Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen;[4819]
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;[4820]
And welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,
'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Sat. Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?[4821] 30
Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
To entertain your highness and your empress.
Tam. We are beholding to you, good Andronicus.[4822]