349To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome.

350Tit. These words are Razors to my wounded hart.

351Sat. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes,

352That like the stately Thebe mong'st her Nimphs

353Dost ouer-shine the Gallant'st Dames of Rome,

354If thou be pleas'd with this my sodaine choyse,

355Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride,

356And will Create thee Empresse of Rome.

357Speake Queene of Goths dost thou applau'd my choyse?

358And heere I sweare by all the Romaine Gods,

359Sith Priest and Holy-water are so neere,

360And Tapers burne so bright, and euery thing

361In readines for Hymeneus stand,

362I will not resalute the streets of Rome,

363Or clime my Pallace, till from forth this place,

364I leade espous'd my Bride along with me,

365Tamo. And heere in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare,

366If Saturnine aduance the Queen of Gothes,

367Shee will a Hand-maid be to his desires,

368A louing Nurse, a Mother to his youth.

369Satur. Ascend Faire Qeene,

370Panthean Lords, accompany

371Your Noble Emperour and his louely Bride,

372Sent by the heauens for Prince Saturnine,

373Whose wisedome hath her Fortune Conquered,

374There shall we Consummate our Spousall rites.

376Tit. I am not bid to waite vpon this Bride:

377Titus when wer't thou wont to walke alone,

378Dishonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs?

380Mar O Titus see! O see what thou hast done!

381In a bad quarrell, slaine a Vertuous sonne.

382Tit. No foolish Tribune, no: No sonne of mine,

383Nor thou, nor these Confedrates in the deed,

384That hath dishonoured all our Family,

385Vnworthy brother, and vnworthy Sonnes.

386Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes:

387Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren.

388Tit. Traytors away, he rest's not in this Tombe:

389This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood,

390Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified:

391Heere none but Souldiers, and Romes Seruitors,

392Repose in Fame: None basely slaine in braules,

393Bury him where you can, he comes not heere.

394Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you,

395My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him,

396He must be buried with his bretheren.

398And shall, or him we will accompany.

399Ti. And shall! What villaine was it spake that word?

401He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere.

402Tit. What would you bury him in my despight?

403Mar. No Noble Titus, but intreat of thee,

404To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.

405Tit. Marcus, Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest,

406And with these Boyes mine Honour thou hast wounded,

407My foes I doe repute you euery one.

408So trouble me no more, but get you gone.

4091.Sonne. He is not himselfe, let vs withdraw.

4102.Sonne. Not I tell Mutius bones be buried.

412Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature plea'd.

4132.Sonne. Father, and in that name doth nature speake.

414Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede.

415Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule.

416Luc. Deare Father, soule and substance of vs all.

417Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre

418His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest,

419That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause.

420Thou art a Romaine, be not barbarous:

421The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax

422That slew himselfe: And Laertes sonne,

423Did graciously plead for his Funerals:

424Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy,

425Be bar'd his entrance heere.

426Tit. Rise Marcus, rise,

427The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw,

428To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome:

429Well, bury him, and bury me the next.

431Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy (friends

432Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe.

434No man shed teares for Noble Mutius,

435He liues in Fame, that di'd in vertues cause. Exit.

436Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps,

437How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes,

438Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome?

439Ti. I know not Marcus: but I know it is,

440(Whether by deuise or no) the heauens can tell,

441Is she not then beholding to the man,

442That brought her for this high good turne so farre?

443Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.

448Sat. So Bassianus, you haue plaid your prize,

449God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride.

450Bass. And you of yours my Lord: I say no more,

451Nor wish no lesse, and so I take my leaue.

452Sat. Traytor, if Rome haue law, or we haue power,

453Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape.

454Bass. Rape call you it my Lord, to cease my owne,

455My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife?

456But let the lawes of Rome determine all,

457Meanewhile I am possest of that is mine.

458Sat. 'Tis good sir: you are very short with vs,

459But if we liue, weele be as sharpe with you.

460Bass. My Lord, what I haue done as best I may,

461Answere I must, and shall do with my life,

462Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know,

463By all the duties that I owe to Rome,

464This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere,

465Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd,

466That in the rescue of Lauinia,

467With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son,

468In zeale to you, and highly mou'd to wrath.

469To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue:

470Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine,

471That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds,

472A Father and a friend to thee, and Rome.

473Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds,

474'Tis thou, and those, that haue dishonoured me,

475Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge,

476How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine.

477Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora,