SATURNINUS.
What, was she ravished? Tell who did the deed.
TITUS.
Will’t please you eat? Will’t please your highness feed?
TAMORA.
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
TITUS.
Not I; ’twas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravished her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, ’twas they, that did her all this wrong.
SATURNINUS.
Go fetch them hither to us presently.
TITUS.
Why, there they are, both baked in that pie,
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
’Tis true, ’tis true; witness my knife’s sharp point.
[He stabs the Empress.]
SATURNINUS.
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
[He kills Titus.]
LUCIUS.
Can the son’s eye behold his father bleed?