Marc. Now is my turn to speak. Behold the child:
[Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant.[4854]
Of this was Tamora delivered; 120
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes:
The villain is alive in Titus' house,
And as he is, to witness this is true.[4855]
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge[4856] 125
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss, show us wherein,[4857]
And, from the place where you behold us now, 130
The poor remainder of Andronici[4858]
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down[4859]
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains[4860]
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak, and if you say we shall, 135
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,[4861]
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so.[4862] 140
All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor![4863]
Marc. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, [To Attendants.[4864]
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,[4865]
As punishment for his most wicked life. [Exeunt Attendants. 145
Lucius, Marcus, and the others descend.[4866]
All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor![4867]
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
To heal Rome's harms and wipe away her woe![4868]
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,[4869]
For nature puts me to a heavy task;[4870] 150
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.[4871]
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, [Kissing Titus.[4872]
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,[4873]
The last true duties of thy noble son! 155
Marc. Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss[4874]
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips:
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!