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One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
MORA, and her Sons; AARON and Goths.
3 A ruffler was a bully.
Re-enter MARCUS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MAR
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,
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb. This monument five hundred years hath stood, Which I have sumptuously re-edified: Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls: Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you: My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; He must be buried with his brethren. Quin. Mart. And shall, or him we will accom
pany. Tit. And shall? What villain was it spoke that
word ? Quin. He that would vouch't 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.
Marc. '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. Marc. My lord, - to step out of these dreary
dumps, – How comes it, that the subtle queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome ?
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but, I know, it is ; Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell: Is she not then beholden to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.
Flourish. Re-enter, at one side, SATURNINUS, at
tended ; TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, and AARON: At the other, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, and Others,
Sat. So Bassianus, you have play'd your prize;
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? But let the laws of Rome determine all; Mean while 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, Answer I must, and shall do with
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 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, And basely put it up without revenge?
Tam. Not so, my lord: The gods of Rome fore
I should be author to dishonour you!
Tam. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome,