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The dismall’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 him in the tomb.

LUCIUS

There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.

They all kneel and say:

ALL

No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
He lives in fame that died in virtue’s cause. [390]

Exit all but Marcus and Titus.

MARCUS

My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

T IT US

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 tum so far?
Yes, and will nobly him remunerate.

Enter the Emperor, Tamora and her two sons, with the Moor at one
door. Enter at the other door Bassianus and Lavinia, with others.

SAT URNINUS

So, Bassianus, you have played your prize.
God give you joy, sir, of your gallant bride. [400]

BASSIANUS

And you of yours, my lord; I say no more,
Nor wish no less, and so I take my leave.

SAT URNINUS

Traitor, if Rome have law, or we have power,