Tit. These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Sat. And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths, 315
That, like the stately Phœbe 'mongst her nymphs,[4032]
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee empress of Rome.[4033] 320
Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Sith priest and holy water are so near
And tapers burn so bright and every thing
In readiness for Hymenæus stand,[4034] 325
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
I lead espoused my bride along with me.
Tam. And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, 330
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
Sat. Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany[4035]
Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, 335
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
[Exeunt all but Titus.[4036]
Tit. I am not bid to wait upon this bride.[4037]
Titus, when wert thou wont to walk alone,
Dishonour'd thus and challenged of wrongs? 340
Re-enter Marcus, Lucius, Quintus, and Martius.[4038]
Marc. O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done!
In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.
Tit. No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed
That hath dishonour'd all our family;[4039] 345
Unworthy brother, and unworthy sons!
Luc. But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.