Tit. Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:
This monument five hundred years hath stood,[4040] 350
Which I have sumptuously re-edified:
Here none but soldiers and Rome's servitors
Repose in fame; none basely slain in brawls:
Bury him where you can, he comes not here.
Marc. My lord, this is impiety in you: 355
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him;[4041]
He must be buried with his brethren.
Quin.} And shall, or him we will accompany.[4042]
Mart.}
Tit. And shall! what villain was it spake that word?
Quin. He that would vouch it in any place but here.[4043] 360
Tit. What, would you bury him in my despite?
Marc. No, noble Titus; but entreat of thee
To pardon Mutius and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest[4044]
And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded: 365
My foes I do repute you every one;
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
Mart. He is not with himself; let us withdraw.[4045]
Quin. Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.[4046]