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Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and Martius.
Marc. 0, 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 :
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:
Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you:
Quint., Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany, Tit. And shall! What villain was it spake that
word? Quint. He that would vouch it 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,
Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
[The Brother and the Sons kneel. Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead. Quint. Father, and in that name doth nature speak. Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul!
Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all!
Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Rise, Marcus, rise!
[They put Murius in the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
friends, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
[They all kneel and say, No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
[Exeunt all but Marcus and Tirus. Marc. My lord, — to step out of these dreary
dumps,How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome?
Tit. I know not, Marcus : but I know it is; Whether by device, or no, the heavens can tell; Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes; and will nobly him remunerate. Enter the Emperor, TAMora and her two Sons, with
the Moor, at one side ; enter at the other side, BasSIANUS and LAVINIA, with others.
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize ! God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride!
Bass. 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 bave power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Bass. 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; Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.
Sat. T is good, sir; you are very short with us; But, if we live, we 'll be as sharp with you.
Bass. My lord, what I have done, as best I may Answer I must, and shall do with my life. Only thus much I give your grace to know : By all the duties that I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here, Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd, That, in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath, To be controll'd in that he frankly gave. Receive him, then, to favour, Saturnine, That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
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 Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak, indifferently for all : And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly And basely put it up without revenge ?
Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you. But on mine honour, dare I undertake For good lord Titus' innocence in all :
Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs :
[The preceding fourteen lines are spoken aside.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord.
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his high
Marc. That on mine honour here I do protest.
Sat. 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 sware, 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 : This day shall be a love-day, Tamora.
Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, With horn and hound, wé 'll give your grace bon-jour.
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. (Exeunt.