compound of all excellence, and pray he mighty gods to put thee to no trial eyond a mortal bearing.

Bru. No, they will not

ay, be secure, they cannot.

Pr'ythee, friend,
book out, and if the worst that can befall me
Se verified, turn back, and give some sign
Vhat thou hast seen-
Being thyself a father.

Ha!-enough:

-Thou can'st excuse this weakness, [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.

advances, Tarquinia remains in the back-ground.

Titus

Tit. My father!-Give me present death, ye powers! Cent. What have I done!-Art thou the son of Brutus ? Tit. 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.

Bru. Come hither, Collatinus.

The deep wound

You suffered in the loss of your Lucretia,
Demanded more than fortitude to bear;

I saw your agony-I felt your woe

し

Col. You more than felt it-you revenged it, too. Bru. But, ah! my brother consul, your Lucretia Fell nobly, as a Roman spirit should

She fell, a model of transcendent virtue.

Col. My mind misgives. What dost thou aim at, Bru-
tus?

Bru. [Almost overpowered.] That youth-ny Titus
was my age's hopo--

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 saved— Bru. [Firmly.] Consul,-for Rome I live-not for myself:

I dare not trust my firmness in this crisis,

Warring 'gainst everything my soul holds dear!
Therefore return without me to the Senate-
Haply my presence might restrain their justice.
Look that these traitors meet their trial straight,--
And then despatch a messenger to tell me
How the wise fathers have disposed of-Go!

[Collatinus goes out, R., attended, and as Brutus is de-
parting, 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 preserved his life!

Who shall condemn him for protecting mine?

Bru. We try the crime; the motive, Heaven will judge. My honour he hath stabbed-I pardon that.

He hath done more—he hath betrayed his country.
That is a crime which every honest heart

That beats for freedom, every Roman feels,
And the full stream of justice must have way.

Tar. Because thy soul was never swayed by love,

Canst thou not credit what his bosom felt?

Bru. I can believe that beauty such as thine
May urge a thousand fascinating snares
To lure the wavering and confound the weak;
But what is honour, which a sigh can shake?
What is his virtue, whom a tear can melt?
Truth-valour-justice-constancy of soul-
These are the attributes of manly natures :-
Be women e'er so beauteous, man was made
For nobler uses than to be her slave.

Tar. Hard, unrelenting man! Are these the fruits
Of filial piety,--and hath thy son

Wearied the gods with pray'rs, till they restored
A mind, and gave thee reason? Would to Heaven
They'd given thee mercy, too! 'twould more become thee

han these new ensigns, Brutus; more than all
hy lictors, haughty consul,-or thy robes
Dipped in the blood,-oh, horror!-of a son !---
Bru. No more-By all the gods, I'll hear no more!
Tit. A word, for pity's sake. Before thy feet,

[To Brutus.
Humbled in soul, thy son and prisoner kneels-
Love is my plea: a father is my judge;
Nature my advocate !—I can no more:

If these will not appease a parent's heart,
Strike through them all, and lodge thy vengeance here!
Bru. Break off! I will not, cannot hear thee further!
The affliction nature hath imposed on Brutus,

Brutus will suffer as he may.-Enough

That we enlarge Tarquinia. Go, be free!

Centurion, give her conduct out of Rome!

Lictors, secure your prisoner. Point your axes.

To the Senate-On! [Exeunt Brutus and Guards, L. Cent. Come, lady, you must part.

Tar. Part! Must we part?

You must not tear him from me; I will die
Embracing the sad ruin I have made.

Cent. You've heard the consul.

Tar. Thou hast heard the king,

Fought for him while he led you on to conquest.
Thou art a soldier, and should'st spurn an office
Which malefactors, though condemned for murder,
Would rather die by torture than perform.

Tit. If thou dost wish

That I should 'scape the peril of my fate,

I conjure thee to accord

To Brutus, and accept his promised 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

In everlasting night, I am content!

Lo! I obey! This is the test of love:
This is the sacrifice :-I part to save thee!

[Officers advance. Tit. See, I am warned. Farewell, my life's last joy! When my eyes lose thy image, they may look

On death without dismay. To those blessed powers Who gave thee every virtue, every grace That can ensure perfection, I commit thee. [They embrace, and are torn asunder. Titus is car ried off by the Lictors, L., and Tarquinia faints and is borne off by the Centurion and Guards, r.

SCENE II.-Rome.-An Apartment in the House of Brutus Enter BRUTUS, R.

Bru. [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!-
!-
Oh, Rome, thou little know'st-No more-It comes.
Enter VALERIUS, L.

Val. My friend, the Senate have to thee transferred The right of judgment on thy son's offence.

Bru. To me !

Val. To thee alone.

Bru. What of the rest?

Val. Their sentence is already passed.

E'en now, perhaps, the lictor's dreaded hand

Cuts off their forfeit lives.

Bru. Say'st thou, that the Senate have to me referred The fate of Titus?

Val. Such is their sovereign will.

They think you merit this distinguished honour.

A father's grief deserves to be revered :

Rome will approve whatever you decree.

Bru. And is his guilt established beyond doubt ?
Val. Too clearly.

Bru. [With a burst of tears.] Oh, ye gods! ye gods! [Collecting himself.] Valerius!

Val. What would'st thou, noble Roman?

Bru. 'Tis said thou hast pulled down thine house, Va lerius,

The stately pile that with such cost was reared.

Val. I have; but what doth Brutus then infer?
Bru. It was a goodly structure: I remember
How fondly you surveyed its rising grandeur.-
With what a-fatherly-delight you summoned
Each grace and ornament, that might enrich
The—child—of your creation,-till it swelled
To an imperial size, and overpeered
The petty citizens, that humbly dwelt
Under its lofty walls, in huts and hovels,
Like emmets at the foot of tow'ring Ætna:
Then, noble Roman, then with patriot zeal,
Dear as it was, and valued, you condemned
And levelled the proud pile; and, in return,
Were by your grateful countrymen sirnamed,
And shall to all posterity descend,-
Poplicola.

Val. Yes, Brutus, I conceive

The awful aim and drift of thy discourse-
But I conjure thee, pause! Thou art a father.
Bru. I am a Roman consul!-What, my friend,
Shall no one but Valerius love his country
Dearer than house, or property, or children?
Now, follow me;—and, in the face of Heaven,
I'll mount the judgment-seat: there, see if Brutus
Feel not for Rome as warmly as Poplicola. [Exeunt, в

SCENE III.-Exterior of the Temple of Mars.-Senators,
Citizens, COLLATINUS, and LUCRETIUS, discovered. At
L. of Stage, a Tribunal, with a Consular Chair upon
it.

BRUTUS enters, R., followed by VALERIUS-he bows as he
passes, and ascends the Tribunal.

Bru. 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 villairs,
Yet they are manly villains-But to stab
The cradled innocent, as these have done,—
To strike their country in the mother-pangs
Of struggling child-birth, and direct the dagger
To freedom's infant throat,—is a deed so black,