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      titus, messala.

      titus.

       She must not go:

       On peril of my life I’ll keep her here.

      messala.

       You would not—

      titus.

       No: I’ll not betray my country:

       Rome may divide her from me, but she never

       Can disunite our fate; I live, and breathe

       For Tullia only, and for her will die.

       Messala, haste, have pity on my woes,

       Gather our troops, assemble all our friends.

       Spite of the senate I will stop her; say

       She must remain a hostage here at Rome;

       I’ll do it, Messala.

      messala.

       To what desperate means

       Doth passion urge you? What will it avail

       To make this fond avowal of your love?

      titus.

       Go to the senate, and appeal to them,

       Try if thou canst not soften the proud hearts

       Of these imperious kings. Messala, tell them

       The interest of Brutus, of the state—

       Alas! I rave, ’tis idle, and all in vain.

      messala.

       I see you’re hurt, my lord, and I will serve you.

       I go—

      titus.

       I’ll see her: speak to her, Messala,

       She passes by this way, and I will take

       My last farewell of her.

      messala.

       You shall.

      titus.

       ’Tis she

       Now I am lost indeed.

      SCENE III.

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      titus, messala, tullia, algina.

      algina.

       Madam, they wait.

      tullia.

       Pity my hard, my cruel fate, Algina;

       This base ungrateful man still wounds my heart;

       And Brutus, like a vengeful god, appears

       To torture us: love, fear and grief, at once

       Distract my soul: let us begone.

      titus.

       O no!

       Stay, Tullia, deign at least—

      tullia.

       Barbarian, hence!

       Thinkest thou with soothing words—

      titus.

       Alas! my Tullia,

       I only know in this disastrous hour

       What duty bids me do, not what I would:

       Reason no longer holds her empire here,

       For thou hast torn her from me, and usurpest

       The power supreme o’er this distracted mind:

       Reign, tyrant, stretch thy cruel power; command

       Thy vassal; bid thy Titus rush on guilt;

       Dictate his crimes, and make him wretched; No;

       Sooner than Titus shall betray his country,

       Give up his friends, his fellow citizens,

       Those whom his valor saved to fire and slaughter,

       Sooner than leave his father to the sword

       Of Tarquin, know, proud woman—

      tullia.

       Shield me, heaven!

       Thou pleadest the cause of nature, and her voice

       Is dear to me as to thyself: thou, Titus,

       Taughtest me long since to tremble for a father;

       Brutus is mine; our blood united flows:

       Canst thou require a fairer pledge than love

       And truth have given thee: if I stay with thee,

       I am his daughter, and his hostage here.

       Canst thou yet doubt? thinkest thou in secret Brutus

       Would not rejoice to see thee on a throne?

       He hath not placed indeed a diadem

       On his own brows, but is he not a king

       Beneath another name? and one year’s reign

       Perhaps may bring—but these are fruitless reasons.

       If thou no longer lovest me—one word more,

       Farewell: I leave, and I adore thee, Titus:

       Thou weepest, thou tremblest; yet a little time

       Is left for thee. Speak, tell me, cruel man,

       What more canst thou desire?

      titus.

       Thy hatred; that

       Alone remains to make me truly wretched.

      tullia.

       It is too much to bear thy causeless plaints;

       To hear thee talk of fancied injuries,

       With idle dreams of visionary ties:

       Take back thy love, take back thy faithless vows,

       Worse than thy base refusal: I despise them.

       Think not I mean to search in Italy

       The fatal grandeur which I sacrificed

       To Titus’ love, and in another’s arms

       Lament the weakness which I felt for thee;

       My fate’s determined: learn, proud Roman, thou

       Whose savage virtue rises but to oppress

       A helpless woman, coward, when I ask

       Thy aid, and only valiant to destroy me,

       Fickle and wavering in thy faith, of me

       Learn to fulfill thy vows; thou shalt behold

       A Woman, in thy eyes however contemned,

       However despised, unshaken in her purpose,

       And by her firmness see how much she loved thee.

       Titus, beneath these walls, the reverend seat

       Of my great ancestors, which thou defendest

       Against their rightful lord; this fatal spot

       Where thou hast dared to insult and to betray me;

       Where first thy faithless vows deceived me; there,

       Even there, by all the gods who store up vengeance

       For perjured men, I swear to thee, O Titus,

       This arm, more just than thine, and more resolved,

       Shall punish soon my fond credulity,

       And wash out all my injuries in my blood:

       I go—

      titus.

       No, Tullia, hear and then condemn me;