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to the daughter of a king.

      tullia.

       And wouldst thou wish me to betray—

      titus.

       My soul,

       Urged to despair, hath lost itself: O no!

       Treason is horrible in every shape,

       And most unworthy of thee: well I know

       A father’s rights; his power is absolute,

       And must not be disputed: well I know

       That Titus loves thee, that he is distracted.

      tullia.

       Thou knowest what duty is, hear then the voice

       Of Tullia’s father.

      titus.

       And forget my own!

       Forget my country!

      tullia.

       Canst thou call it thine

       Without thy Tullia?

      titus.

       We are foes by nature;

       The laws have laid a cruel duty on us.

      tullia.

       Titus and Tullia foes! how could that word

       E’er pass thy lips!

      titus.

       Thou knowest my heart belies them.

      tullia.

       Dare then to serve, and if thou lovest, revenge me.

      SCENE VI.

       Table of Contents

      brutus, aruns, titus, tullia, messala, albinus, proculus, lictors.

      brutus.

       [Addressing himself to Tullia.

       Madam, the time is come for your departure;

       Whilst public tumults shook the commonweal,

       And the wild tempest howled around us, Rome

       Could not restore you to your household gods:

       Tarquin himself, in that disastrous hour,

       Too busy in the ruin of his people

       To think on Tullia, ne’er demanded thee.

       Forgive me if I call thus to remembrance

       Thy sorrows past: I robbed thee of a father,

       And meet it is I prove a father to thee:

       Go, princess, and may justice ever guard

       The throne which heaven hath called thee to possess!

       If thou dost hope obedience from thy subjects,

       Obey the laws, and tremble for thyself,

       When thou considerest all a sovereign’s duty:

       And if the fatal powers of flattery e’er

       Should from thy heart unloose the sacred bonds

       Of justice, think on Rome; remember Tarquin:

       Let his example be the instructive lesson

       To future kings, and make the world more happy.

       Aruns, the senate gives her to thy care;

       A father and a husband at your hands

       Expect her. Proculus attends you hence,

       Far as the sacred gate.

      titus.

       [Apart.

       Despair, and horror!

       I will not suffer it—permit me, sir,

       [Advancing towards Aruns.

       [Brutus and Tullia with their Attendants go out, leaving Aruns and Messala.

       Gods! I shall die of grief and shame: but soft,

       Aruns, I’d speak with you.

      aruns.

       My lord, the time

       Is short; I follow Brutus, and the princess;

       Remember, I can put off her departure

       But for an hour, and after that, my lord,

       ’Twill be too late to talk with me; within

       We may confer on Tullia’s fate, perhaps

       On yours.

       [Exit.

      SCENE VII.

       Table of Contents

      titus, messala.

       O cruel destiny! to join

       And then divide us! Were we made, alas!

       But to be foes! My friend, I beg thee stop

       The tide of grief and rage.

      messala.

       I weep to see

       So many virtues and so many charms

       Rewarded thus: a heart like hers deserved

       To have been thine, and thine alone.

      titus.

       O no!

       Titus and Tullia ne’er shall be united.

      messala.

       Wherefore, my lord? what idle scruples rise

       To thwart your wishes?

      titus.

       The ungenerous laws

       She has imposed upon me: cruel maid!

       Must I then serve the tyrants I have conquered,

       Must I betray the people I had saved?

       Shall love, whose power I had so long defied,

       At last subdue me thus? Shall I expose

       My father to these proud despotic lords!

       And such a father, such a fair example

       To all mankind, the guardian of his country,

       Whom long I followed in the paths of honor,

       And might perhaps even one day have excelled;

       Shall Titus fall from such exalted virtue

       To infamy and vice? detested thought!

      messala.

       Thou art a Roman, rise to nobler views,

       And be a king; heaven offers thee a throne:

       Empire and love, and glory, and revenge

       Await thee: this proud consul, this support

       Of falling Rome, this idol of the people,

       If fortune had not crowned him with success,

       If Titus had not conquered for his father,

       Had been a rebel: thou hast gained the name

       Of conqueror, now assume a nobler title;

       Now be thy country’s friend, and give her peace.

       Restore the happy days, when, blessed with freedom,

       Not unrestrained by power, our ancestors

       Weighed in the even scale, and balanced well

       The prince’s honors and the people’s right:

       Rome’s hate of kings is not immortal; soon

       Would it be changed to love if Titus reigned: