For the dull ass will kick against his striker, Tul. Let me hear no more; There's mischief in his folly. Send him hence. [BRUTUS going L. But stay-I'll search him farther.-Hark thee, Brutus, Thou wast at Delphi, with our sons the princesTell me what questions put they to Apollo? Br. Your sons did ask who should be chief in Rome. Tul. Hah! What replied the oracle to that? Br. With pains and strugglings the prophetic dame This destiny reported from her god "Great and most glorious shall that Roman be, "Who first shall greet his mother with a kiss." Tul. That is fulfill'd by Sextus. Hor. Ay, he straight Hasten'd from thence and kissed the queen his mother. Br. Woe for me, I have no mother! And yet I kiss'd her first. Tul. Thou kiss'd her? Thou? Br. Yea, madam; for just then my foot did slip In the fresh blood of a new-slaughter'd victim, And, falling, I did kiss my mother-earth. Tul. Oh, that the earth had swallow'd thee outright Till thou hadst kiss'd the centre! I perceive, The gods are leagued with folly to destroy us. My very blood chills at my heart.-Away. [Exit TULLIA, with Guards und LADIES, rapidly, Hor. Hark thee, thou Brutus; I in part suspect [Crosses to R. and strikes BRUTUS, who seizes kim. Val. Shame, my lord! forbear! Threat'ning a fool, you do but wrong yourself. Hor. But that the princes love his son, brave Titus, My dagger should have pierced his throat ere now And sent him to his mother earth for ever! He shall be watch'd.-Come, come with me, Valerius. [Exit HORATIUS. L. U. E. Val. The gods restore thee, Brutus, to thyself, And us to thee! Br. (alone) A little longer, [Exit VALERIUS, L. U. E. A little longer yet support me, patience! Enter TITUS, R. Tit. Welcome to Rome ! Would I might welcome thee to reason, too! Speak to thy son. Br. I had a thing to say, But I have lost it. Let it pass-no matter Tit. Look not upon me with those eyes, but speak; What is it that annoys thee? tell thy friend How can I serve thee? What dost lack? Br. Preferment. Thou canst do much at court. Tit. Ah, this is nothing! Br. So much the fitter for a fool's petition, And a court promise. Tit. Oh, this trifling racks me. Br. Lend me thine year: I'll tell a secret to thee Worth a whole city's ransom. This it is; Nay, ponder it, and lock it in thy heart There are more fools, my son, in this wise world Than the gods ever made. Tit. Say'st thou, my father? Expound this riddle. If thy mind doth harbour Or, knowing, to achieve, declare it. Br. Now, my son, Should the great gods, who made me what thou see'st, Repent, and in their vengeance cast upon me The burden of my senses back again What wouldst thou say? Ti. Oh, my lamented father, Would the kind gods restore thee to thy reason Br. Then, Titus, then I should be mad with reason. Had I the sense to know myself a Roman, This hand should tear this heart from out my ribs, If, therefore, thou dost love me, pray the gods Ti. We are Romans Not slaves Br. Not slaves? Why, what art thou? Dost thou not know me? Br. You abuse my folly. I know thee not.-Wert thou my son, ye gods Ti. [Starts.] Defend me, gods! Saidst thou for liberty ?-It cannot be. Ti. What would my father? Br. Said I for liberty? I said it not : [Crosses to R. The awful word breathed in a coward's ear, Were sacrilege to utter. Hence, begone! Said I, you were my son ?-'Tis false: I'm foolish; [Music heard Hark! here is music for thee,-food for love, And beauty to serve in the rich repast. Tarquinia comes. Go, worship the bright sun, [Soft music. TARQUINIA enters, R. U. E. preceded What dedication, or what holy service Ti. Though the goddess, In her blind bounty should unthrone the world, Tar. Thy gentle manners, Titus, have endear'd thee, Ti. Oh! neither name, nor nature, nor the voice Tar. Approve that firmness in the shock of trials, END OF ACT I. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Tent of SEXTUS in the CAMP before ARDEA.-A magnificent banquet.—SEXTUS, R. ČOLLATINUS, R. C. CLAUDIUS, L. c. and ARUNS, L. discovered drinking. Sex. Come, then, here's to the fairest nymph in Italy, And she's in Rome. Ar. Here's to the fairest nympa in Italy; And she is not in Rome. Sex. Where is she then? Ar. Ask Collatine; he'll swear she's at Collatia. Ar. Even so. C. Is it so, Collatine? [Rise and come down. Well, 'tis praiseworthy in this vicious age Col. Laugh on! though I'm the subject! If to love My wife's ridiculous, I'll join the laugh; Though I'll not say if I laugh at or with you! Ar. (ironically) The conscious wood was witness to his sighs, The conscious Dryads wiped their watery eyes, Here now he is, however, thanks to me; That is, his semblance, for his soul dwells hence. How was it when you parted? [mimicking] She—“my love, "Fear not, good sooth, I'll very constant prove." Did the god Hymen come to thee! How dress'd, Col. And doth Sextus Judge by his own experience, then, of others? Sex. I like thee now; thou'rt gay, and I'll be grave. |