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Mut. ROTHERS, help to convey her hence
away, And with my sword I'll keep this door secure.
Tit. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here.
Tit. What! villain-boy, Barr'ít me my way in Rome ?
(He kills him. Mut. Help, Lucius, help!
Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so; In wrongful quarrel you have Nain your son.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine:
Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife,
Sat. No, Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not; Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy flock; I'll trust by leisure him, that mocks me once: Thee never, nor thy traiterous haughty fons, Confederates all, thus to dishonour me. Was there none else in Rome to make a Stale of, But Saturnine? full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud Brag of thine, That said'ft, I begg'd the Empire at thy hands. Tit. O monstrous ! what reproachful words are
Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths, That, like the stately Phæbe 'mong her Nymphs,
Doft over-shine the gallant'st Dames of Rome,
Tam. And here in sight of heav'n to Rome I swear,
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.
S CE NE V.
Manet Titus Andronicus.
am not bid to wait upon this bride.
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonour'd thus, and challenged of wrongs? Enter Marcus Andronicus, Lucius, Quintus, and
Marcus. Marc. Oh, Titus, fee, oh, fee, what thou haft done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous fon.
Tit. No, foolish Tribune, no: no son of mine, Nor thou, nor these confederates in the deed, That hath dishonoured all our family; Unworthy brother, and unworthy fons.
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes ;
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb ;
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you;.
[Titus's sons Speak Sons. And fall, or him we will accompany. Tit. And Iball? what villain was it spake that word?
(Titus's son speaks. Quin. He, that would vouch't in any place but
here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despight?
Mar. No, noble Titus; but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, ev'n thou haft struck upon my Crest,
Luc. He is not himself, let us withdraw.
[The brother and the fons 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, foul and substance of us all,
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Did graciously plead for his funerals.
Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise-
[They put him in the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
(They all kneel and say;
Mar. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
Tit. I know not Marcus; but, I know, it is :
Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, Tamora, Chiron, and
Demetrius, with Aaron the Moor, at one door. At the other door, Ballianus and Lavinia with others.
Baffianus, 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
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;
Sat. 'Tis good, Sir; you are very short with us,
Baf. My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Tit. Prince Basianus, leave to plead my deeds.
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Sat. What, Madam! be dishonour'd openly,