Bas. By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt MARCUS and BASSIANUS, with LAVINIA. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. Follow my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. What, villain boy! Tit. Barr'st me my way in Rome? [TITUS kills MUTIUS. Mut. Help, Lucius, help. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. My lord, you are unjust: and, more than so, In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: My sons would never so dishonour me : Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Luc. Dead, if you will but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. [Exit. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: 2 Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of, Sat. But, go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: a A stalking horse. One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle 3 in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon : - Lords, accompany Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, 3 A ruffler was a bully. Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MAR TIUS. Marc. O, Titus, see, O, see, what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, — Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonour'd all our family; Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons! Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our brethren. Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accom pany. Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that word? Quin. He that would vouch't in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite? Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him. Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded: My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. [MARCUS and the Sons of TITUS kneel. Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Tit. [MUTIUS is put into the Tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb! All. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; to step out of these dreary How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate. Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, attended; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and Others. Sat. So Bassianus, you have play'd your prize; Jove give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. Bas. And you of yours, my lord: I say no more, Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave. Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am possess'd of that is mine. Sat. 'Tis good, sir: You are very short with us; But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds ; 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me: Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine! Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora |