The most Lamentable Tragedie
373366Who
se wi
sdome hath her Fortune conquered,
374367There
shall wee con
summate our
spou
sall rites.
376369Titus. I am not bid to wait vpon this bride,
377370Titus when wert thou wont to walke alone,
378371Di
shonoured thus and challenged of wrongs.
379372Enter Marcus and Titus sonnes. 380373Marcus. O
Titus see: O
see what thou ha
st done
381374In a bad quarrell
slaine a vertuous
sonne.
382375Titus. No fooli
sh Tribune, no: No
sonne of mine,
383376Nor thou, nor the
se, confederates in the deede,
384377That hath di
shonoured all our Familie,
385378Vnworthy brother, and vnworthy
sonnes.
386379Lucius. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes,
387380Giue
Mucius buriall with our bretheren.
388381Titus. Traitors away, he re
sts not in this toombe:
389382This monument
fiue hundreth yeares hath
stood,
390383Which I haue
sumptuou
slie reedi
fied:
391384Here none but
souldiers and Romes
seruitors
392385Repo
se in fame: None ba
sely
slaine in braules.
393386Burie him where you can he comes not here.
394387Marcus. My Lord this is impietie in you,
395388My Nephew
Mutius deedes doo plead for him,
396389He mu
st be buried with his brethren.
397390Titus two sonnes speakes. 398391And
shall or him wee will accompanie.
399392Titus. And
shall. what villaine was it
spake that word?
401394He that would vouch it in any place but here.
402395Titus. What would you burie him in my de
spight?
403396Marcus. No Noble T
itus, but intreat of thee.
404397To pardon
Mutius and to bury him.
405398Titus. Marcus: Euen thou ha
st stroke vpon my Cre
st.
406399And with the
se boyes mine honour thou ha
st wounded,
407400My foes I doe repute you euerie one,
So