书城公版Titus Andronicus
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第4章 Before the Capitol(4)

Re-enter aloft the EMPEROR with TAMORA and her two Sons, and AARON the MoorTraitor, restore Lavinia to the Emperor.LUCIUS.Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promis'd love.Exit SATURNINUS.No, Titus, no; the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock.I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once; Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me.Was there none else in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine That saidst I begg'd the empire at thy hands.TITUS.O monstrous! What reproachful words are these? SATURNINUS.But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece To him that flourish'd for her with his sword.A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy; One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.TITUS.These words are razors to my wounded heart.SATURNINUS.And therefore, lovely Tamora, Queen of Goths, That, like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs, Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome, If thou be pleas'd with this my sudden choice, Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride And will create thee Emperess of Rome.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 everything In readiness for Hymenaeus stand- I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me.TAMORA.And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a handmaid be to his desires, A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.SATURNINUS.Ascend, fair Queen,Pantheon.Lords, accompany Your noble Emperor and his lovely bride, Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered; There shall we consummate our spousal rites.Exeunt all but TITUS TITUS.I am not bid to wait upon this bride.TITUS, when wert thou wont to walk alone, Dishonoured thus, and challenged of wrongs?

Re-enter MARCUS, and TITUS' SONS, LUCIUS, QUINTUS, and MARTIUSMARCUS.O Titus, see, O, see what thou hast done! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son.TITUS.No, foolish Tribune, no; no son of mine- Nor thou, nor these, confederates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our family; Unworthy brother and unworthy sons! LUCIUS.But let us give him burial, as becomes; Give Mutius burial with our bretheren.TITUS.Traitors, away! He rests not in this tomb.This monument five hundred years hath stood, 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.MARCUS.My lord, this is impiety in you.My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him; He must be buried with his bretheren.QUINTUS & MARTIUS.And shall, or him we will accompany.TITUS.'And shall!' What villain was it spake that word? QUINTUS.He that would vouch it in any place but here.TITUS.What, would you bury him in my despite? MARCUS.No, noble Titus, but entreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him.TITUS.Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest, And with these boys mine honour thou hast wounded.My foes I do repute you every one; So trouble me no more, but get you gone.MARTIUS.He is not with himself; let us withdraw.QUINTUS.Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried.[The BROTHER and the SONS kneel] MARCUS.Brother, for in that name doth nature plead- QUINTUS.Father, and in that name doth nature speak- TITUS.Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed.MARCUS.Renowned Titus, more than half my soul- LUCIUS.Dear father, soul and substance of us all- MARCUS.Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter 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, That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son Did graciously plead for his funerals.Letnot young Mutius, then, that was thy joy, Be barr'd his entrance here.TITUS.Rise, Marcus, rise; The dismal'st day is this that e'er I saw, To be dishonoured by my sons in Rome! Well, bury him, and bury me the next.[They put MUTIUS in the tomb] LUCIUS.There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends, Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.ALL.[Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.MARCUS.My lord- to step out of these dreary dumps- How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths Is of a sudden thus advanc'd in Rome? TITUS.I know not, Marcus, but I know it is- Whether by device or no, the heavens can tell.Is she not, then, beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turn so far? MARCUS.Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.