Page 2122 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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LUCIUS
My lord, you are unjust, and more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.
T IT US
Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
My sons would never so dishonour me.
Traitor, restore Lavinia to the emperor.
LUCIUS
Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,
That is another’s lawful promised love.
Exit.
Enter aloft the Emperor with Tamora and her two sons, and Aaron the
Moor.
SAT URNINUS
No, Titus, no, the emperor needs her not,
Not her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock. [300]
I’ll trust by leisure him that mocks me once,
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was none in Rome to make a stale
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That saidst I begged the empire at thy hands.
T IT US
O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?
SAT URNINUS
But go thy ways, go, give that changing piece
To him that flourished for her with his sword. [310]
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy,
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
T IT US
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
