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Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:
[Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora in dumb show. Bas. [Seizing Lavinia] Lord Titus, by your leave, this
maid is mine. Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord ? Bas. Ay, noble Titus, and resolved withal
To do myself this reason and this right. Marc. Suum cuique' is our Roman justice :
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised !
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! 290 Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Stabbing Mutius. Mut.
Help, Lucius, help! [Dies. During the fray Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius
Chiron and Aaron go out, and re-enter above.
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
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 promised love. [Exit.
That saidst, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
That, like the stately Phoebe ’mongst her nymphs,
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
I lead espoused my bride along with me.
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, 330
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
Exeunt all but Titus. Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons !
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
This monument five hundred years hath stood,
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;
He must be buried with his brethren. Quin.
Start } And shall, or him we will accompany.
Tit. And shall! what villain was it spake that word:
To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded.
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel.
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
Be barr'd his entrance here.
Rise, Marcus, rise :
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome !
[Mutius is put into the tomb. Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. 390 Marc. 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 ?
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell :
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Demetrius, Chiron, and Aaron ; from the other, Bassianus,
Lavinia, with others.
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! 400 Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,
Nor wish no less ; and so I take my leave.
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
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 may,
and now my