[Flourish. SATURNINUS courts TAMORA in dumb show.]

BASSIANUS.
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

[Seizing LAVINIA.]

TITUS.
How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?

BASSIANUS.
Ay, noble Titus; and resolv'd withal
To do myself this reason and this right.

MARCUS.
Suum cuique is our Roman justice:
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.

LUCIUS.
And that he will and shall, if Lucius live.

TITUS.
Traitors, avaunt!--Where is the emperor's guard?--
Treason, my lord,--Lavinia is surpris'd!

SATURNINUS.
Surpris'd! by whom?

BASSIANUS.