Titus Page #4
I will trust, by leisure,
him that mocks me once.
Thee never!
Nor thy traitorous,
haughty sons,
confederates all,
thus to dishonor me.
But go thy ways. Go!
A valiant son-in-law
shalt thou enjoy,
one fit to bandy
with thy lawless sons!
And therefore, lovely Tamora,
Queen of Goths,
if thou be pleased
with this my sudden choice,
behold.
I choose thee, Tamora,
for my bride...
and will create thee
empress of Rome.
Speak, Queen of Goths.
Dost thou applaud my choice?
If Saturnine advance
the Queen of Goths,
she will a handmaid be
to his desires,
a loving nurse,
a mother to his youth.
Ascend, fair queen,
to the pantheon.
Lords, accompany
your noble emperor...
and his lovely bride.
There shall we consummate
our spousal rites.
Titus, when wen
thou wont to walk alone,
dishonored thus
and challenged of wrongs?
O Titus, see.
Oh, see what thou hast done-
in a bad quarrel
slain a virtuous son.
No, foolish tribune, no.
No son of mine,
nor thou, nor these,
confederates in the deed that
hath dishonored all our family.
But let us give him
burial as becomes.
Give Mutius burial
with our brethren.
Traitors, away.
He rests not in this tomb.
Here none but soldiers and
Rome's servitors repose in fame-
Bury him where you can.
He comes not here.
My lord,
this is impiety in you.
He must be buried
with his brethren.
And shall, or him
we will accompany!
And shall?
What villain was it
spake that word?
in any place but here.
What, would you bury him
in my despite?
No, noble Titus,
but entreat of thee to pardon
Mutius and to bury him.
Marcus, even thou has
struck upon my crest...
and, with these boys,
mine honor thou hast wounded.
My foes I do repute you
every one,
so trouble me no more,
but get you gone.
He is not with himself.
Let us withdraw.
Not I, till Mutius'
bones be buried.
Father, and in that name
doth nature speak,
dear father, soul
and substance of us all.
Renowned Titus,
more than half my soul.
Rise, Marcus, rise.
The dismall'st day is this
that e'er I saw,
to be dishonored
by my sons in Rome.
Well, bury him!
And bury me the next.
I'll have another.
Ah!
So, Bassianus,
you have played your prize.
God give you joy, sir,
of your gallant bride.
And you of yours, my lord.
I say no more nor wish no
less, and so I take my leave.
Traitor!
If Rome have law
or we have power,
thou and thy faction
shall repent this rape.
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 possessed
of that is mine.
'Tis good, sir.
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