[Marcus and the sons of Titus kneel.[4047]
Marc. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,— 370
Quin. Father, and in that name doth nature speak,—[4046]
Tit. Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.[4048]
Marc. Renowned Titus, more than half my soul,—[4049]
Luc. Dear father, soul and substance of us all,—
Marc. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter 375
His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:
The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax[4050]
That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son[4051] 380
Did graciously plead for his funerals:
Let not young Mutius then, that was thy joy,
Be barr'd his entrance here.
Tit. Rise, Marcus, rise:
The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw,
To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome![4039] 385
Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
[Mutius is put into the tomb.[4052]
Luc. There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.