MUTIUS.
Help, Lucius, help!
[Dies.]
Re-enter Lucius.
LUCIUS.
My lord, you are unjust, and more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
TITUS.
Nor thou nor he are any sons of mine;
My sons would never so dishonour me.
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.
LUCIUS.
Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
That is another’s lawful promised love.
[Exit.]
Enter aloft the Emperor Saturninus with Tamora and her two sons and Aaron the Moor.
SATURNINUS.
No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock.
I’ll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was none in Rome to make a stale
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine
That said’st I begged the empire at thy hands.
TITUS.
O monstrous! What reproachful words are these?