SCENE III.-ROME-A STATE APARTMENT IN THE PALACE OF TULLIA Enter TULLIA, preceded by Guards, Banner Bearers, Ladies, and fellowed by VALERIUS. She appears perturbed, and speaks apart. Tul. [Apart.] Why should the steady mind to shadows yield? 'T was but the cause the cause - For this base clay, Hark thee, Valerius - Know'st thou that same fool Val. I know him well. A man Who, when he had a name, was Lucius Junius: And wise and learned withal: now changed, alas! A spectacle which humbles me to look on! Tul. But is he harmless in his moody humours? Val. Tame as my horse, which, though devoid of reason, Shall turn, shall stop, and, at my angry bidding, Shall kneel till I am thronéd on his back! And this shall Junius: the like instinct stirs Junius and him, Tul. [Apart.] Hence, idle fears! — Yet, when he went to Delphi, 't is given out And each night since, my dreams have been disturbed Leading our soldiers forth with sword and flame, Enter HORATIUS. Hor. Your orders are obeyed: Lucius awaits. 7ul. Set him before us. [To VALERIUS.] Tell me, will he answer If we do question him? Val. I think he will: [Exit HORATIUS. Yet sometimes, when the moody fit doth take him, He'll prattle shrewdly, with such witty folly HORATIUS returns with LUCIUS JUNIUS. Tul. Hark thee, fellow, How art thou called? Luc. A fool. Tul. Fool, for thy nature: Thou answerest well, — but I demand thy name. Luc. Nothing but fool. Tul. His faculties are brutish: Brutus shall be thy name. Bru. Thanks to your grace! Hor. Dost like thy new name, gentle brute? Bru. So well, Who will may take the fool. Your highness, an' it like you. Hor. I the fool! I care not who Sirrah, good words, or I will have thee beaten. Bru. A fool thou wilt not beat a brute thou dar'st not, For the dull ass will kick against his striker, If struck too harshly. Tul. Let me hear no more; There's mischief in his folly. Send him hence. [BRUTUS going. But stay I'll search him farther. Hark thee, Brutus : Thou wast at Delphi, with our sons the princes Tell me what questions put they to Apollo? Bru. Your sons did ask who should be chief in Rome. Bru. With pains and strugglings, the prophetic dame This destiny reported from her god "Great and most glorious shalt that Roman be, Who first shall greet his mother with a kiss." Tul. That is fulfilled by Sextus. Hor. Ay, he straight Hastened from thence, and kissed the queen, his mother. Bru. Woe for me, I have no mother! And yet I kissed her first. Tul. Thou kissed her? Thou? Bru. Yea, madam; for just then my foot did slip In the fresh blood of a new-slaughtered victim, And, falling, I did kiss my mother earth. Tul. Oh, that the earth had swallowed thee outright, My very blood chills at my heart. - Away! [Exit TULLIA, Guards and Ladies, rapidly. Hor. Hark thee, thou Brutus:- I in part suspect [Crosses, and strikes BRUTUS, who seizes him. Val. Shame, my lord! forbear! Threat'ning a fool, you do but wrong yourself. Hor. But that the princes love his son, brave Titus, My dagger should have pierced his throat ere now, He shall be watched. - Come, come with me, Valerius. [Exit. Val. The gods restore thee to thyself, [Exit. And us to thee! Bru. [Alone.] A little longer, A little longer yet support me, patience! Enter TITUS. Tit. Welcome to Rome! - Would I might welcome thee to reason, too! Tit. What would'st thou ? Speak to thy son. Bru. I had a thing to say, But I have lost it. Let it pass- no matter. Tit. Look not upon me with those eyes, but speak. What is it that annoys thee? tell thy friend How can I serve thee? What dost lack? Bru. Preferment. Thou canst do much at court. Tit. Ah, this is nothing! Bru. So much the fitter for a fool's petition, And a court promise. Tit. Oh, this trifling racks me. Bru. Lend me thine ear: I'll tell a secret to thee Worth a whole city's ransom. This it is: Nay, ponder it, and lock it in thy heart There are more fools, my son, in this wise world, Tit. Say'st thou, my father? Expound this riddle. If thy mind doth harbour Or, knowing, to achieve, declare it. Bru. Now, my son, Should the great gods, who made me what thou see'st, Repent, and in their vengeance cast upon me The burden of my senses back again What wouldst thou say? Tit. Oh, my lamented father, Would the kind gods restore thee to thy reason Bru. Then, Titus, then I should be mad with reason. Had I the sense to know myself a Roman, This hand should tear this heart from out my ribs, Ere it should own allegiance to a tyrant. If, therefore, thou dost love me, pray the gods To keep me what I am. Where all are slaves, Tit. We are Romans Not slaves Bru. Not slaves? Why, what art thou? Dost thou not know me? Bru. You abuse my folly. I know thee not. Wert thou my son, ye gods, Tit. [Starts.] Defend me, gods! Saidst thou for liberty? It cannot be. Bru. Indeed! - 't is well Tit. What would my father? no more. Bru. Begone! you trouble me. Tit. Nay, do not scorn me. Bru. Said I for liberty? I said it not: Said I you were my son?-'T is false: I'm foolish; Tit. Ah, do not leave me; not in anger leave me. And beauty to serve in the rich repast. Hark! here is music for thee, food for love, Tarquinia comes. Go, worship the bright sun, [Music heard. Tit. Oh, truly said! bright as the golden sun [Exit. [Soft music. TARQUINIA enters, preceded by Damsels, bearing a crown of gold, some with censers, etc., proper for the ceremonials of a dedication to Fortune. What dedication, or what holy service, Tar. I go to Fortune's temple, to suspend Tit. Though the goddess, In her blind bounty, should unthrone the world, Tar. Thy gentle manners, Titus, have endeared thee, Although a subject Roman, to Tarquinia. My brother Sextus wears thee next his heart; The queen herself, of all our courtly youth, |