All. [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius;[4053][4054]
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.[4054][4055] 390
Marc. My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,[4056]
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?
Tit. I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,
Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell:[4057] 395
Is she not then beholding to the man[4058]
That brought her for this high good turn so far?
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.[4059]
Flourish. Re-enter, from one side, Saturninus attended, Tamora, Demetrius, Chiron, and Aaron; from the other, Bassianus, Lavinia, with others.[4060]
Sat. So, Bassianus, you have play'd your prize:[4061]
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride! 400
Bas. And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,
Nor wish no less; and so I take my leave.
Sat. Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power,
Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Bas. Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own, 405
My true-betrothed love, and now my wife?[4062]
But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.
Sat. 'Tis good, sir: you are very short with us;
But, if we live, we'll be as sharp with you. 410