Front Page Titles (by Subject) ACT IV. - The Works of Voltaire, Vol. VIII The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Mérope, Olympia, The Orphan of China, Brutus) and Part II (Mahomet, Amelia, Oedipus, Mariamne, Socrates).
ACT IV. - Voltaire, The Works of Voltaire, Vol. VIII The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Mérope, Olympia, The Orphan of China, Brutus) and Part II (Mahomet, Amelia, Oedipus, Mariamne, Socrates). 
The Works of Voltaire. A Contemporary Version. A Critique and Biography by John Morley, notes by Tobias Smollett, trans. William F. Fleming (New York: E.R. DuMont, 1901). In 21 vols. Vol. VIII The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Mérope, Olympia, The Orphan of China, Brutus) and Part II (Mahomet, Amelia, Oedipus, Mariamne, Socrates).
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titus, aruns, messala.
- Urge me no more: I’ve heard too much already:
- Shame and despair surround me, but begone,
- I am resolved: go, leave me to my sorrows,
- And to my virtue: reason pleads in vain,
- But Tullia’s tears are eloquent indeed:
- One look from her will more unman my soul
- Than all your tyrant’s threats: but never more
- Will I behold her; let her go: O heaven!
- I stayed but to oblige you, sir, beyond
- The time which you so earnestly requested,
- And which we scarce could gain.
- You did, my lord, and I in secret hoped
- A fairer fate would crown your loves; but now
- ’Tis past; we must not think on’t.
- Cruel Aruns!
- Thou hast beheld my shame, and my disgrace,
- Thou hast seen Titus for a moment doubtful:
- Thou artful witness of my folly, hence!
- And tell thy royal masters all my weakness;
- Tell the proud tyrants, that their conqueror,
- The son of Brutus, wept before thy face;
- But tell them too, that, spite of all my tears,
- Spite of thy eloquence, and Tullia’s charms,
- I yet am free, a conqueror o’er myself:
- That, still a Roman, I will never yield
- To Tarquin’s blood, but swear eternal war
- Against the race of her whom I adore.
- Titus, I pity and excuse thy grief;
- And, far from wishing to oppress thy heart
- With added sorrows, mix my sighs with thine;
- Only remember, thou hast killed thy Tullia
- Farewell, my lord.
- She must not go:
- On peril of my life I’ll keep her here.
- 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.
- To what desperate means
- Doth passion urge you? What will it avail
- To make this fond avowal of your love?
- 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.
- I see you’re hurt, my lord, and I will serve you.
- I go—
- I’ll see her: speak to her, Messala,
- She passes by this way, and I will take
- My last farewell of her.
- ’Tis she
- Now I am lost indeed.
titus, messala, tullia, algina.
- 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.
- O no!
- Stay, Tullia, deign at least—
- Barbarian, hence!
- Thinkest thou with soothing words—
- 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—
- 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?
- Thy hatred; that
- Alone remains to make me truly wretched.
- 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—
- No, Tullia, hear and then condemn me;
- You shall be satisfied; I fly to please you,
- Yet shudder at it: I am still more wretched,
- Because my guilty soul has no excuse,
- No poor delusion left. I have not even
- The joy of self-deceit to soothe my sorrows:
- No, thou hast conquered, not betrayed me, Tullia;
- I loathe the fatal passion which I feel,
- And rush on vice, yet know and honor virtue.
- Hate me, avoid me, leave a guilty wretch
- Who dies for love, yet hates himself for loving;
- Nor fears to mix his future fate with thine,
- Midst crimes, and horrors, perjury, and death.
- You know too well your influence o’er my heart;
- Mock my fond passion, and insult my love;
- Yes, Titus, ’tis for thee alone I live,
- For thee would die: yet, spite of all my love,
- And all my weakness, death were far more welcome
- Than the reluctant hand of cruel Titus,
- Who is ashamed to serve his royal master,
- And blushes to accept a kingdom from me.
- The dreadful hour of separation comes,
- Think on it, Titus, and remember well
- That Tullia loves, and offers thee a throne.
- The ambassador expects me; fare thee well,
- Deliberate and determine: an hour hence
- Again thou shalt behold me with my father:
- When I return to these detested walls
- Know, Titus, I’ll return a queen, or perish.
- Thou shalt not die: I go—
- Stop, Titus, stop;
- If thou shouldst follow me, thy life’s in danger,
- Thou’lt be suspected; therefore stay: farewell;
- Resolve to be my murderer, or my husband.
- O Tullia, thou hast conquered, Rome’s enslaved:
- Return to rule o’er her, and o’er my life,
- Devoted to thee: haste, I fly to crown thee,
- Or perish in the attempt: the worst of crimes
- Were to abandon thee. Now, where’s Messala?
- My headstrong passion hath at length worn out
- His patient friendship; mistress, Romans, friends,
- All in one fatal day, hath Titus lost.
- O my Messala, help me in my love,
- And my revenge: away; haste, follow me.
- Command, and I obey: my troops are ready
- At the Quirinal mount to give us up
- The gates, and all my gallant friends have sworn
- To acknowledge Titus as the rightful heir
- Of Tarquin: lose no time; propitious night
- Already offers her kind shade to veil
- Our great design.
- The hour approaches: Tullia
- Will count each minute: Tarquin, after all,
- Had my first oaths: away, the die is cast.
- [The lower part of the stage opens and discovers Brutus.
- What do I see; my father!
brutus, titus, messala, lictors.
- Titus, haste,
- Rome is in danger; thou art all our hope:
- Secret instructions have been given the senate
- That Rome will be attacked at dead of night,
- And I have gained for my beloved Titus
- The first command, in this extremity
- Of public danger. Arm thyself, my son,
- And fly, a second time, to save thy country;
- Hazard thy life once more in the great cause
- Of liberty; or victory or death
- Must crown thy days, and I shall envy thee.
- To other hands commit
- The senate’s favors, and the fate of Rome.
- What strange disorder has possessed his soul!
- Dost thou refuse the proffered glory?
- Ha! doth thy heart still burn
- With proud resentment of thy fancied wrongs?
- Is this a time, my son, for fond caprice?
- Can he who saved his country be unhappy?
- Immortal honor! will not that suffice
- Without the consulship? The laws, thou knowest,
- Refused it, Titus, to thy youth alone,
- Not to thy merit: think no more of that:
- Go; I have placed thee in the post of honor;
- Let tyrants only feel thy indignation;
- Give Rome thy life; ask nothing in return,
- But be a hero; be yet more, my son,
- A Roman: I am hastening to the end
- Of my short journey; thy victorious hands
- Must close my eyes; supported by thy virtues,
- My name shall never die; I shall revive
- And live once more in Titus: but perhaps
- It is decreed that I must follow thee;
- Old age is weak; but I will see thee conquer,
- Or perish with thee, Rome’s avenger still,
- Free, and without a master.
brutus, valerius, titus, messala.
- [To Titus.
- Run, fly, my son—
- There’s treason;
- We’re sold, my lord, the author’s yet unknown;
- But Tarquin’s name is echoed through our streets,
- And worthless Romans talk of yielding to him.
- Ha! would the citizens of Rome be slaves!
- Yes: the perfidious traitors fled from me;
- I’ve sent in quest of them: much I suspect
- Menas and Lælius, the base partisans
- Of tyranny and kings, the secret foes
- Of Rome, and ever glad to disunite
- The senate and the people: if I err not,
- Protected by Messala, who himself,
- But for his friendship with the noble Titus,
- I almost think, has joined them.
- We’ll observe
- Their steps with caution; more cannot be done:
- The liberty and laws which we defend
- Forbid that rigor which I fear is needful;
- But to detain a Roman on suspicions
- Were to resemble those usurping tyrants
- Whom we would punish: let us to the people,
- Awake the fearful, give the virtuous praise,
- Astonish the perfidious: let the fathers
- Of Rome and liberty revive the warmth
- Of Roman courage: who will not be bold
- When we appear? O rather give us death,
- Ye gods! than slavery: let the senate follow.
brutus, valerius, proculus.
- A slave, my lord, desires a private audience.
- At this late hour of night!
- He brings you news,
- He says, of highest import.
- Ha! perhaps
- Rome’s safety may depend on it: away.
- [To Proculus.
- A moment’s loss might hazard all—go thou
- And seek my son: let the Quirinal gate
- Be his first care: and may the world confess,
- When they behold his glorious deeds, the race
- Of Brutus was decreed to conquer kings.
End of the Fourth Act.