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Manet TITUS ANDRONICUS.
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride ;-
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,-
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb.
Mar. My lord, this is impiety in you :
[Titus' Sons speak.
[Titus' 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 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;
370 So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
Luc. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
[The Brother and the Sons 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
380 Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise :The dismallest day is this, that e'er I saw, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!-- 390 Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
[They put him in the Tomb, Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy
friends. 'Till we with trophies do adora thy tomb !
[They all kneel and say ; No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame, that dy'd in virtue's cause. Mar. My lord, to step out of these dreary
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is;
Flourish. Re-enter the Emperor, TAMORA, CHIRON,
DEMETRIUS, with AARON the Moor, at one Door : At the other Door, BASSIANUS and LAVINIA, with 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
rape. Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, My true betrothed love, and now my wife ?
411 But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while I am possest 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 my life. Only thus much I give your grace to know, By all the duties which I owe to Rome, This noble gentleman, lord Titus here,
420 Is in opinion, and in honour, wrongd ; That, in the rescue of Lavinia, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, In zeal to you, and highly mov'd to wrath To be control'd in that he frankly gave : Receive him then to favour, Saturnine; That hath express'd himself, in all his deeds, A father, and a friend, to thee, and Rome.
Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds; 'Tis thou, and those, that have dishonour'd me : 430 Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine !
Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine, Then hear me speak, indifferently for all ; And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.
Sat. What, madam! be dishonour'd openly,
up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. 463