SATURNINUS.
Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go.
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
[Flourish. Saturninus and his Guards exit, with Drums and Trumpets. Tribunes and Senators exit aloft.]
BASSIANUS.
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
TITUS.
How, sir? Are you in earnest then, my lord?
BASSIANUS.
Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal
To do myself this reason and this right.
MARCUS.
Suum cuique is our Roman justice.
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
LUCIUS.
And that he will and shall, if Lucius live.
TITUS.
Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor’s guard?
Enter Saturninus and his Guards.
Treason, my lord, Lavinia is surprised.