Tit. What, villain boy![4026] 290
Barr'st me my way in Rome? [Stabbing Mutius.[4026]
Mut. Help, Lucius, help! [Dies.
[During the fray, Saturninus, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron and Aaron go out, and re-enter above.
Re-enter Lucius.[4027]
Luc. My lord, you are unjust; and, more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
My sons would never so dishonour me: 295
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.
Luc. Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
That is another's lawful promised love. [Exit.[4028]
Sat. No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:[4029] 300
I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was none in Rome to make a stale[4030][4031]
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,[4031] 305
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That saidst, I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
Tit. O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?
Sat. But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword: 310
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.