And with thy shame thy father's sorrow die!
Sat. What hast done, unnatural and unkind? 48
Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
I am as woeful as Virginius was,
And have a thousand times more cause than he
[To do this outrage: and it now is done.] 52
Sat. What! was she ravish'd? tell who did the deed.
Tit. Will 't please you eat? will 't please your highness feed?
Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius: 56
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue:
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Sat. Go fetch them hither to us presently.
Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; 60
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
'Tis true, tis true; witness my knife's sharp point.
Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! 64
Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!
[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The people in confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius, and their partisans go up into the balcony.]
Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproars sever'd, like a flight of fowl 68
Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O! let me teach you how to knit again
66 meed for meed: measure for measure
