Val. Oh, my brave friend, horror invades my heart. Br. Silence. Be calm. Val. I know thy soul A compound of all excellence, and pray The mighty gods to put thee to no trial Br. No, they will not Nay, be secure,-they cannot. Pr'ythee, friend, Look out, and if the worst that can befall me Be verified, turn back, and give some sign What thou hast seen-Thou can'st excuse this weakness Being thyself a father. Ha!-Enough: [VALERIUS gives the sign. I understand thee:-Since it must be so, Do your great pleasure, gods! Now, now it comes ! TITUS and TARQUINIA are brought in, R. guarded. TITUS advances. TARQUINIA remains in the back-ground. Ti. My father!-Give me present death, ye powers! Cent. What have I done!-Art thou the son of Brutus? Ti. No-Brutus scorns to father such a son! Oh, venerable judge, wilt thou not speak? Turn not away; hither direct thine eyes, And look upon this sorrow-stricken form, Then to thine own great heart remit my plea, And doom as nature dictates. Val. Peace,-you'll anger him Be silent, and await! Oh, suffering mercy, Plead in a father's heart, and speak for nature! [BRUTUS turns away from his son, waves his hand to the CENTURION to remove him to a farther distance, and then walks forward, and calls COLLATINUS down to him, L. Br. Come hither, Collatinus. The deep wound You suffer'd in the loss of your Lucretia Demanded more than fortitude to bear; I saw your agony-I felt your woe Col. You more than felt it-you revenged it too. Fell nobly, as a Roman spirit should She fell, a model of transcendent virtue. Col. My mind misgives. What dost thou aim at Brutus ? Br. [Almost overpowered.] That youth-my Titus was my age's hope I loved him more than language can express I thought him born to dignify the world Col. My heart bleeds for you-He may yet be savedBr. [Firmly.] Consul,-for Rome I live-not for myself: I dare not trust my firmness in this crisis, How the wise fathers have disposed of-Go! [COLLATINUS goes out, R. attended; and as BRUTUS is departing, L. TARQUINIA rushes forward, R. Tar. Stop,-turn and hear the daughter of your king! I speak for justice-mercy, thou hast none, For him, your son : By gratitude and love I drew him off I preserv'd his life! Who shall condemn him for protecting mine? Br. We try the crime; the motive, Heaven will judge. My honour he hath stabb'd-I pardon that. He hath done more-he hath betray'd his country. Br. I can believe that beauty such as thine Tar. Hard, unrelenting man! Are these the fruits Of filial piety,—and hath thy son Wearied the gods with pray'rs, till they restor'd A mind, and gave thee reason? Would to Heaven They'd given thee mercy too! 'twould more become thee Dipt in the blood,-oh, horror!-of a son ! Br. No more-By all the gods, I'll hear no more. Ti. A word, for pity's sake. Before thy feet, [TO BRUTUS. Humbled in soul, thy son and prisoner kneels Strike through them all, and lodge thy vengeance here! Brutus will suffer as he may.-Enough [Exeunt BRUTUS and GUARDS, L. Cent. Come, lady, you must part. Tar. Part! Must we part? You shall not tear him from me; I will die Cent You've heard the consul. Tar. Thou hast heard the king, Fought for him while he led you on to conquest. Ti. If thou dost wish That I should 'scape the peril of my fate, I conjure thee to accord To Brutus, and accept his promis'd safeguard. Your words, your looks, your beauty, feed his wrath. In that fair face he reads my guilty love, And pity flies his heart; let passion pause; Leave me to solitude, to silence leave me ; Then nature's gentlest whispers may be heard. Tar. Say'st thou? Conduct me to the dreariest waste That ever melancholy madness trod, And let my swelling heart in silence burst; Plunge me in darkness, shroud this fatal form Lo! I obey! This is the test of love: This is the sacrifice: - I part to save thee! [OFFICERS advance. Ti. See, I am warn'd. Farewell, my life's last joy! When my eyes lose thy image, they may look On death without dismay. To those blest powers, Who gave thee every virtue, every grace [They embrace, and are torn asunder. TITUS is SCENE II.-Rome.-An Apartment in the House of BRUTUS. Enter BRUTUs, r. Br. [Alone.] Like a lost, guilty wretch, I look around, And start at every footstep, lest it bring The fatal news of my poor son's conviction !- Val. My friend, the senate have to thee transferr'd The right of judgment on thy son's offence. Br. To me! Val. To thee alone. Br. What of the rest? Val. Their sentence is already pass'd. E'en now, perhaps, the lictors' dreaded hand Cuts off their forfeit lives. Br. Say'st thou that the senate have to me referr'd The fate of Titus? Val. Such is their sovereign will. They think you merit this distinguish'd honour, Rome will approve whatever you decree. Br. And is his guilt establish'd beyond doubt? Br. (with a burst of tears) Oh, ye gods! ye gods! (collecting himself) Valerius ! Val. What would'st thou, noble Roman? Br. 'Tis said thou hast pull'd down thine house, Valerius, The stately pile that with such cost was rear'd. B Each grace and ornament, that might enrich Val. Yes, Brutus, I conceive The awful aim and drift of thy discourse- [Exeunt BRUTUS and VALERIUS, R. SCENE III.-Exterior of the temple of MARS-senators, citizens, COLLATINUS, LUCRETIUS, discovered. At the left of the stage a tribunal, with a consular chair upon it. BRUTUS enters, R. fol lowed by VALERIUS ;-he bows as he passes, and ascends the tribunal. Br. Romans, the blood which hath been shed this day Hath been shed wisely. Traitors who conspire Against mature societies, may urge Their acts as bold and daring; and though villains, [A pause. [TITUS is brought in by the LICTORS, R., with their axes turneds edgeways toward him. Pris-on-er [The voice of BRUTUS falters, and is choked, and he exclaims, with violent emotion. |