'We thank the gods our Rome hath such a soldier!'
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully din'd before.
Enter Titus, with his power, from the pursuit.
Titus Lartius. O general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison: 12
Hadst thou beheld—
Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
As you have done; that's what I can: induc'd 16
As you have been; that's for my country:
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta'en mine act.
Com. You shall not be
The grave of your deserving; Rome must know 20
The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, 24
Would seem but modest. Therefore, I beseech you,—
In sign of what you are, not to reward
What you have done,—before our army hear me. 27
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
To hear themselves remember'd.
Com. Should they not,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
12 caparison: the mere accoutrements
14 charter: privilege
her blood: him whose blood she shares
18 effected: exhibited in action
20 The grave of: that which buries or conceals
23 silence: ignore with silence
24 to . . . vouch'd: testified to with utmost praise
29 Should they not: i.e. hear themselves remembered
31 tent: cleanse, cure; cf. n.
