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 Luc. QUINT. and MART. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome? [TITUS kills MUT. Mut. Help, Lucius, help! Re-enter Lucius. Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so; Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, [Exit. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not; Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock. Was there none else in Rome to make a stale of Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, Tit. O, monstrous! what reproachful words are these? Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourished for her with his sword: A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Speak, queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, 'till, from forth this place, I lead, espous'd, my bride along with me. Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth. Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon:-Lords, accompany Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered: There shall we consummate our spousal rites. [Exeunt SATURNINUS, and his Followers; TAMORA, and her Sons; AARON, and Goths. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride:Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,— Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you: Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany. 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. Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Mar. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,-` Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, That died in honour and Lavinia's cause. Thou art a Roman, be not barbarous. The Greeks, upon advice, did bury Ajax That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son Did graciously plead for his funerals. Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Be barr'd his entrance here. Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise : The dismallest day is this, that e'er I saw, [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; He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome? Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is; That brought her for this high good turn so far? 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: God 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 possessed 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. |