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. 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,— Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interr His noble nephew here in virtue's nest, Tit. [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. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Mar. Mylord,-to step out of these dreary 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? Flourish. 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; 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 seize my own, My true-betrothed love, and now my wife? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while 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. Bus. My lord, what I have done, as best I may, That, in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Sat. What! madam! be dishonour'd openly, And basely put it up without revenge? Tam. Not so, my lord; The gods of Rome forefend, I should be author to dishonour you! But, on mine honour, dare I undertake Whose fury, not dissembled, speaks his griefs: Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, And so supplant us for ingratitude, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Yield at entreats, and then let me alone: Aside. I'll find a day to massacre them all, queen Kneel in the streets, and beg for grace in vain. Come, come, sweet emperor,-come, Andronicus, Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevail'd. Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord: These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, Luc. We do; and vow to heaven, and to his high ness, That, what we did, was mildly, as we might, Tend'ring our sister's honour, and our own. Mar. That on mine honour here I do protest. The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; 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. Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, I found a friend; and sure as death I swore, Tit. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt. |