Mar.
Roman, stay! I recognise it,
Who can repudiate it if not I?
[Titus seats himself again. Alexandra rises.
Mar. (approaching her, and in a subdued voice).
You’ve wrought on me much harm and never has
Your meed of happiness by mine been measured.
If I’m to pardon that, be silent now.
You alter naught; my will is firm and fixed.
[Alexandra seats herself again.