And, from the place where you behold us now,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, 132
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak! and if you say we shall,
Lo! hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. 136
Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius, our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so. 140
[Romans.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's royal emperor!
Mar. [To Attendants.] Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, 144
As punishment for his most wicked life.
[Exeunt Attendants.]
[Romans.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's gracious governor!
Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! 148
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task.
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk. 152
O! take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
[Kisses Titus.]
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,
The last true duties of thy noble son!
Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, 156
134 closure: end
149 give me aim; cf. n.
152 obsequious tears: tears befitting a funeral
