Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! 130
Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous?
Tam. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.[3969]
Alarbus goes to rest, and we survive[3970]
To tremble under Titus' threatening look.[3971]
Then, madam, stand resolved; but hope withal, 135
The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,[3972]
May favour Tamora, the queen of Goths,
When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen, 140
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.[3973]
Re-enter the sons of Andronicus, with their swords bloody.[3974]
Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,[3975]
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,[3976]
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky. 145
Remaineth nought but to inter our brethren
And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Let it be so; and let Andronicus
Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
[Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb.[3977]
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;[3978] 150
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,[3979]
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned drugs; here are no storms,[3980]
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: 155
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
Enter Lavinia.[3981]