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Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you
Lav. Not I, my lord ; sith true nobility
Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia.-Romans, let us go :
(Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora in dumb show. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
[Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest, then, my lord ?
Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal To do myself this reason and this right.
Marc. Suum cuique is our Roman justice: This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.
Tit. Traitors, avaunt !- Where is the emperor's guard ?Treason, my lord,—Lavinia is surpris'd !
Sat. Surpris'd! by whom?
By him that justly may
[Exeunt Bassianus and Marcus 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. Tit.
What, villain boy! Barr'st me my way in Rome?
[Stabbing Mutius. Mut.
Help, Lucius, help! [Dies.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
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,(13) Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once ; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was none in Rome to make a stale (14) But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine, That saidst, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,
pany Your noble emperor and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
[Exeunt Saturninus attended, Tamora, Demetrius,
Chiron, Aaron, and Goths.
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 :
Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you:
Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany.
Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
[Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel.
Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead, -
Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Rise, Marcus, rise :-
[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. [kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.(16)
Marc. My lord,—to step out of these dreary(17) dumps,-
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,-
Marc. Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.(18)
Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS attended, TAMORA,
DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS,
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:
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-betrothèd 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;
Bas. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds :
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,
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 : Then, at my suit, look graciously on him ; Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.