Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match I hold me highly honour'd of your grace. And here, in sight of Rome, to Saturnine, King and commander of our commonweal, The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate My sword, my chariot, and my prisoners,Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord: Receive them then, the tribute that I owe, Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet. Sat. Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts, Rome shall record; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, Romans, forget your fealty to me. Tit. Now, madam, are you prisoner to an emperor; [TO TAMORA. To him that, for your honour and your state, Sat. A goodly lady, trust me, of the hue Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance: Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer, Thou com'st not to be made a scorn in Rome: Rest on my word, and let not discontent Lav. Not I, my lord, sith true nobility Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go : Ransomless here we set our prisoners free. Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. Bass. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seizing LAVINIA. Tit. How, sir? are you in earnest then, my lord? Bass. 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? Bass. 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 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? Mut. Help, Lucius, help! [TITUS kills him. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and more than so; In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son. Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine: My sons would never so dishonour me. Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor. Luc. Dead, if you will, but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love. Enter aloft the EMPEROR, with TAMORA and her two Sons, and AARON the Moor. Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not, I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once; Was none in Rome to make a stale but Saturnine? 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 flourish'd for her with his sword: A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. 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 SAT. 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? VOL. X. X Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS. Marc. O, 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,- 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, 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, 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. [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! Tit. [They put MUTIUS 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; [Exeunt all but MARCUS and TITUS. Marc. My lord, dumps, How comes it that the subtle queen of Goths Tit. I know not, Marcus: but I know it is; That brought her for this high good turn so far? 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! |