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, ac- Your noble emperor, and his lovely bride, [Exeunt Saturninus and his followers, Tamora Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine ;- Lucius. But let us give him burial, as becomes : Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. This monument five hundred years hath stood, 1 Invited. Which I have sumptuously re-edified. Quin. Mar. And shall, or him we will accompany. 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 ? Mar. 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 honor thou hast wounded: My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone. Mar. 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, Lucius. Dear father, soul and substance of us all, Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy, Tit. [Mutius is put into the tomb. Lucius. 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. Mar. My lord,-to step out of these dreary dumps, How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanced 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 beholden to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Florish. 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! 1 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 seise 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. '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 With his own hand did slay his youngest son, may, A technical term in the ancient fencing-school. To be control'd in that he frankly gave. Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: "Tis thou, and those, that have dishonor'd me. Rome and the righteous Heavens be my judge, How I have loved and honor'd Saturnine! Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora And basely put it up without revenge? Tam. Not so, my lord: the gods of Rome forefend,1 I should be author to dishonor you! But, on mine honor, dare I undertake Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs. 1 Forbid. |