Titus, whose boast it is that he does not go back upon his word, has decreed that she shall be sold and her price divided between the sick soldiers and the poor.

Therefore she is no longer his to give away, even to his brother.

With Titus I say--if you desire the girl, Domitian, bid your agent buy her in the market." "Aye, I will buy her," snarled Domitian, "but this I swear, that soon or late Titus shall pay the price and one that he will be loth to give." Then followed by his secretary and an officer, he turned and left the audience hall.
"What does he mean ?" asked Vespasian, looking after him with anxious eyes.
"He means that----" and Titus checked himself.

"Well, time and my destiny will show the world what he means.

So be it.