Tit. The axe! -Oh, heaven! Then must I fall so basely? What, shall I perish like a common felon ? Bru. How else do traitors suffer?- Nay, Titus, more All, if the gods can hold me to my purpose, Tit. Die like a felon? - Ha! a common felon ! Oh, Brutus, Brutus! Must I call you father, Bru. Think that I love thee by my present passion, I now submit with calmness to my fate. Come, take my life, and give it to my country! Bru. Embrace thy wretched father. May the gods A crime thy father's bleeding heart forgives. Tit. Oh, Brutus! Oh, my father! Bru. What wouldst thou say, my son? Tit. Wilt thou forgive me? When I shall be no more, forget not my Tarquinia. Bru. Leave her to my care. Tit. Farewell, forever! Bru. Forever! [Kneels. [Rises. [Re-ascends the Tribunal. Lictors, attend!-conduct your pris'ner forth! Val. Whither? Bru. To death! When you do reach the spot, My hand shall wave your signal for the act, Then let the trumpet's sound proclaim it done! [TITUS is conducted out by the Lictors. BRUTUS remains seated in a melancholy posture on the tribunal.] Poor youth! Thy pilgrimage is at an end! And I am childless. One effort, and 't is past! [He rises and waves his hand, then drops into his seat, and shrouds his face with his toga. Three sounds of the trumpet are heard instantly.— BRUTUS starts up wildly, and looks out on the side by which TITUS departed, for an instant.] Justice is satisfied, and Rome is free! [Falls. NOTE The following scene in the Third Act was omitted after the first representation in compliance with the wishes of the many who thought it injurious to the general effect of the play. As there was some difference of opinion upon this point, the scene is here inserted as it originally stood. LUCRETIA is supposed to be surrounded by her relations- - COLLATINUS and LUCRETIUS by her side - her hair dishevelled, wild in her attire, and all the other characters in attitudes of deep grief. Luc. Bear witness, then, Lucretia's mind is guiltless Yet never can Lucretia smile again! Lost to herself, her husband, and her child, Lost to the world, her country, and her friends, And the sweet smile of her dear innocent babe The spectre of the past forever rising To fright her into madness? Think not, countrymen, [Stabs herself. [Falls. By her own hand a Roman wife can fall. Luc. A deed of glory. Now, my husband, now — A mother's noblest gift—a spotless name! [Dies. Luc. Staff of my age! Gone, gone, forever gone! A wretched father's last and only joy! Come, death, strike here! Your shaft were welcome now! Col. My wife! my wife! Dear, dear, wronged, murdered wife! Let me be rooted here in endless sorrow Who, who shall dare to mourn her loss like me? Enter BRUTUS. Bru. I dare, - and so dare every honest Roman. The scene then proceeds as printed in the preceding pages. |