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Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, QUINTUS, and MARTIUS.
Mar. 0 Titus, see, 0, 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.
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you.
Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accompany.
Mar. No, noble Titus ; but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
T'it. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
Mart. He is not with himself; ? let us withdraw.
[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.
i This is much the same sort of phrase as he is beside himself.
. 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 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. No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Mar. My lord, -to step out of these dreary
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is ;
1 “This passage alone would sufficiently convince me that the play before us was the work of one who was conversant with the Greek tragedies in their original language. We have here a plain allusion to the Ajax of Sophocles, of which no translation was extant in the time of Shakspeare. In that piece, Agamemnon consents at last to allow Ajax the rites of sepulture, and Ulysses is the pleader whose arguments prevail in favor of his remains."-Steevens.
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Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, attend
ed; TAMORA, Chiron, DEMETRIUS, and AARON: at the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and others.
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have played 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; Meanwhile, I am possessed 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, Answer I must, and shall do with
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds ;
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
1 To play a prize, was a technical term in the ancient fencing-schools. Sat. What! madam! be dishonored openly, And basely put it up without revenge ?
Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forefend, I should be author to dishonor you ! But, on mine honor, 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. My lord, be ruled by me, be won at last, Dissemble all your griefs and discontents. You are but newly planted in your throne ; Lest then the people, and patricians too, 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. I'll find a day to massacre them all,
Aside. And raze their faction, and their family, The cruel father, and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; And make them know, what 'tis to make a
Sat. Rise, Titus, rise; my empress hath prevailed.
Tit. I thank your majesty, and her, my lord ;
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,
will be more mild and tractable.And fear not, lords, and you,
Lavinia ; By my advice, all humbled on your knees, You shall ask pardon of his majesty: Luc. We do; and vow to Heaven, and to his
Mar. That on mine honor here I do protest.
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,
Tit. "To-morrow, an it please your majesty
Sat. Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. [Exeunt.