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?
[He kills Saturninus.]
There’s meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
[A great tumult. Lucius, Marcus, and others go aloft to the upper stage.]