The cradled innocent, as these have done,—
To strike their country in the mother-pangs
Of struggling childbirth, and direct the dagger
To freedom's infant throat,—is a deed so black
That my foiled tongue refuses it a name."
Here he pauses, falters a little, then slowly adds,—
"There is one criminal still left for judgment:
Let him approach."
Titus is led in by the lictors, with the edges of their axes turned towards him. He kneels.
"Oh, Brutus! Brutus! must I call you father,