Luc. Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, 180
Let me redeem my brothers both from death.
Mar. And for our father's sake, and mother's care,
Now let me show a brother's love to thee.
Tit. Agree between you; I will spare my hand. 184
Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.
Mar. But I will use the axe.
Exeunt [Lucius and Marcus].
Tit. Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:
Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine.
Aar. [Aside.] If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest, 188
And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:
But I'll deceive you in another sort,
And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass.
He cuts off Titus's hand.
Enter Lucius and Marcus again.
Tit. Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd. 192
Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:
Tell him it was a hand that warded him
From thousand dangers; bid him bury it:
More hath it merited; that let it have. 196
As for my sons, say I account of them
As jewels purchas'd at an easy price;
And yet dear too, because I bought mine own.
Aar. I go, Andronicus; and for thy hand, 200
Look by and by to have thy sons with thee.
[Aside.] Their heads, I mean. O how this villainy
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it!
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, 204
Aaron will have his soul black like his face. Exit.
190 sort: fashion
