MARTIUS.
And shall, or him we will accompany.
TITUS.
“And shall”? What villain was it spake that word?
QUINTUS.
He that would vouch it in any place but here.
TITUS.
What, would you bury him in my despite?
MARCUS.
No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee
To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
TITUS.
Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded.
My foes I do repute you every one;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
QUINTUS.
He is not with himself; let us withdraw.
MARTIUS.
Not I, till Mutius’ bones be buried.
[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel.]
MARCUS.
Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,—