If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods, I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, accompany Lords, Your noble emperor and his lovely bride, Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride. Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and Marc. O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son. Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine, 333. Pantheon, the Pantheon; the temple built by Agrippa in the Campus Martius, A.D. 27. 338. bid, invited. 340. challenged, accused. Χ 320 330 340 Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes; Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb: Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors Quin. } And shall, or him we will accompany. Tit. 'And shall!' what villain was it spake that word? Quin. He that would vouch it in any place but here. Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite ? Marc. 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; So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw. Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. [Marcus and the Sons of Titus kneel. Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead, Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak, 368. is not with himself; is beside himself.' Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,-, Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,- Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Tit. [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. [Kneeling.] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps, How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is: That brought her for this high good turn so far? 372. speed, gain their suit. 379. upon advice, after de. liberation. The incident is re presented in Sophocles' Ajax. 381. funerals, obsequies. 396. beholding, indebted. 380 390 Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, SATURNINUS attended, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and AARON; from the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and 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 s; 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 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, With his own hand did slay his youngest son, Tit. Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds: 'Tis thou and those that have dishonour'd me. Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge, How I have loved and honour'd Saturnine ! 399. play'd your prize, won schools. the match, a term of the fencing 416. opinion, reputation. Tam. My worthy lord, if ever Tamora Tam. Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you! at last; Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: You are but newly planted in your throne; Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus; 430. indifferently, impartially. 435. author to dishonour you, author (Lat. auctor) of your dis honour. 430 440 450 436. undertake, become surety. 449. entreats, entreaties. |