373366Whose wisdome hath her Fortune conquered,

374367There shall wee consummate our spousall rites.

376369Titus. I am not bid to wait vpon this bride,

377370Titus when wert thou wont to walke alone,

378371Dishonoured thus and challenged of wrongs.

380373Marcus. O Titus see: O see what thou hast done

381374In a bad quarrell slaine a vertuous sonne.

382375Titus. No foolish Tribune, no: No sonne of mine,

383376Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deede,

384377That hath dishonoured 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 rests not in this toombe:

389382This monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood,

390383Which I haue sumptuouslie reedified:

391384Here none but souldiers and Romes seruitors

392385Repose in fame: None basely 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 must be buried with his brethren.

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 despight?

403396Marcus. No Noble Titus, but intreat of thee.

404397To pardon Mutius and to bury him.

405398Titus. Marcus: Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest.

406399And with these boyes mine honour thou hast wounded,

407400My foes I doe repute you euerie one,