Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Sat. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go: Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum. [Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamora in dumb show. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seizing Lavinia. Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord? Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right. Marc. 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice: This prince in justice seizeth but his own. Luc. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. Tit. Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard? Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised! Sat. Surprised! by whom? Bas. By him that justly may Bear his betroth'd from all the world away. [Exeunt Bassianus and Marcus with Lavinia. Mut. Brothers, help to convey her hence away, And with my sword I'll keep this door safe. [Exeunt Lucius, Quintus, and Martius. Tit. Follow, my lord, and I 'll soon bring her back. Mut. My lord, you pass not here. Tit. 270 280 What, villain boy! 290 Barr'st me my way in Rome ? [Stabbing Mutius. Mut. Help, Lucius, help! [Dies. [During the fray, Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron and Aaron go out and re-enter, above. 288. door (disyllabic). Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so, Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, Was there none else in Rome to make a stale, Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome. Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart. Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs 298. That, i.e. Lavinia. 304. stale, laughing-stock, dupe. 300 310 309. piece, creature.' 313. ruffle, riot, be turbulent. 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. X 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. Mart. } 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 ? 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 368, is not with himself; is 'beside himself.' 350 360 370 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 He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary 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 deliberation. The incident is re presented in Sophocles' Ajax. 381. funerals, obsequies. 396. beholding, indebted. 380 390 |