Enter Lucius, Marcus and the Goths, with Aaron, prisoner.
LUCIUS.
Uncle Marcus, since ’tis my father’s mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
FIRST GOTH.
And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.
LUCIUS.
Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sust’nance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empress’ face
For testimony of her foul proceedings.
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us.
AARON.
Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
LUCIUS.
Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Sound trumpets.]
The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
[Exeunt Goths with Aaron.]
Enter Emperor Saturninus and Empress Tamora with Aemilius, Tribunes and others.