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Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between As begging hermits in their holy prayers : thy teeth.

Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold 'thy stumps to As for thee, boy, go, get thee from my sight;

heaven, Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay: Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sigo, Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there: But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet, (ing. And, if you love me, as I think you do, And, by still* practice, learn to know thy meanLet's kiss and part, for we have much to do. Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitier deep [Exeunt Titus, Marcus, and LAVINIA.

laments : Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble fa- Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. ther;

Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov'd, The woeful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome! Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.

tears, Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;

And tears will quickly melt thy life away.0,'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been! [Marcus strikes the Dish with a knife. But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives, Wbat dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.

knife? Jf Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs; Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly. And make proud Saturninus and his empress Tit. Ont on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.

heart; Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,

Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny: To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. (Exit. A deed of death, done on the innocent,

Becomes not Titus' brother: Get thee gone; SCENE II.-A Room in Titus' House,

I see, thou art not for my company.
A Banquet set out.

Mar. Alas, iny lord, I have but kill'd a fiz. Enter Titus, Marcus, LAVINIA, and young Tit. But how, if that fly bad a father and Lucius, u boy.


How would he hang his slender gilded wings, Tit. So, so; now sit: and look, you eat no And buz lamenting doings in the air?

Poor harmless fly!
Than will preserve just so much strength in us That with his pretty buzzing melody,
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.

Came here to make us merry; and thou hast Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot;

kill'd him. Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our

Mar. Pardon me, Sir; 'twas a black ill-fahands,

vour'd fly,

shim, And cannot passionate oar tenfold grief

Like to the empress' Moor ; therefore I kill'd With folded arms. This poor right hand of

Tit. 0, 0, 0,
Is left to tyrannise upon my breast; [mine Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
And when my heart, all mad with misery,
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,

For thou hast done a charitable deed.

Give me thy knife, I will insult on him;
Then thus I thump it down.-
Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs! Come bither purposely to poison me.-

Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor,

[TO LAVINIA. There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora.When thy poor heart beats with outrageous Ah, sirrah! beating,

Yet I do think we are not brought so low,
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans; That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.

But that, between us, we can kill a fly,
Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole;

Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall,

on him,

He takes false shadows for true substances. May run into that sink, and soaking in, Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. Mar. Fie, brother, fie! teach her not thus to Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.

I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee Such violent hands upon her tender life. [lay Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote And thou shalt read, when 'mine begins to already?


[Ereint. Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. What violent hands can she lay on her life!

ACT IV. Ah, wherefore dost thou urge the naine of hands ;

SCENE 1.-The same. Before Titus’ House. To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er,

Enter Titus and MARCUS. Then enter young How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable? Lucius, LAVINIA running after him. O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands; Lést we remember still, that we have none.- Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia Fie, fie, how frantickly I square my talk ! Follows me every where, I know not why:As if we should forget we had no hands,

Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes! If Marcus did not name the word of hands!- Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this :- Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she

aunt. says;

Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee I can interpret all her martyr'd signs;

harm, She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her

did. cheeks:

Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought;

signs ? In thy dumb action will I be as perfect,

* Constant or continual practice. * An allusion to brewing.

+ This was formerly not a disrespectful expression


Tit. Fear her pot, Lucius : -Somewhat doth | My lord, look here;-Look here, Lavinia : she mean :

[thee: This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst, See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of This after me, when I have writ my name Somewhither wouid she have thee go with her. Without the help of any hand at all. Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care

[He writes his Name with his Stuff, and Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee,

guides it with his feet and Mouth. Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator.* [thus? Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee


[last, Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I Write thou, good niece; and here display, at guess,

What God will have discover'd for revenge:. Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her: Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,

plain, Extremity of griefs would make men mad; That we may know the traitors, and the truth! And I have read that Hecuba of Troy (fear;

[She takes the Staff in her Mouth, and Ran mad through sorrow : That made me to

guides it with her Stumps, and writes. Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt Tit. 0, do you read, my lord, what she hath Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did, Stuprum Chiron-Demetrius.

(writ? And would not, but in fury, fright my youth: Mar. What, what!—the lustful sons of TaWhich inade me down to throw my books, and


[aunt: Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ? Causeless, perhaps: But pardon me, sweet Tit. Magne Dominator poli, And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,

Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides?
I will most willingly attend your ladyship. Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although,
Mar. Lucius, I will.

I know,
(Lavinia turns over the Books which There is enough written upon this earth,
Lucius has let full.

To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Tit. How now, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what And arm the minds of infants to exclaims. means this?

My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Some book there is that she desires to see':- And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's Which is it, girl, of these?-Open them, hot and swear with me,—as with the woful feere,* But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd; Come, and take choice of all my library, And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Lord Junius Brutus sware for Lucrece' rape, Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.- That we will prosecute, by good advice, Why lifts she up her arms in sequencet thus? Mortal revenge upon these traitorous Goths, Mur. I think, she means, that there was more And see their blood, or die with this reproach. than one

(was :- Tit. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how, Confederate in the fact :-Ay, more there But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beOr else to heaven she heaves them for revenge.

(once, Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth The dam will wake; and, if she wind you so?

She's with the lion deeply still in league, Boy. Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back, My mother gave't me.

And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Mar. For love of her that's gone,

You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest.

Tit. Soft! see, how busily she turns the And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass, Help her:

[leaves! And with a gadt of steel will write these words, What would she find ?- Lavinia, shall I read? And lay it by: the angry northern wind This is the tragic tale of Philomel,

Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape;

abroad, And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy.

And where's your lesson then ?-Boy, what Mar. See, brother, see; note, how she

say you? quotest the leaves.

Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe girl,

Fore these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was, Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath Forc'd in the ruthless,vast, and gloomy

full oft See, see!

[woods? For this ungrateful country done the like. Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live. (0, had we never, never, hunted there!) Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury; Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy By nature made for murders, and for rapes. Shall carry from me to the empress’ sons. Mar. 0, why should nature build so foul | Presents, that I intend to send them both: a den,

Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou Unless the gods delight in tragedies !

not? Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,-for here are Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, none but friends,

grandsire. What Roman lord it was durst do the deed : Tit. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst, That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed? Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; Mar. Şit down, sweet niece ;-brother, sit Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court; down by me.

Ay, marry, will we, Sir: and we'll be 'waited Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,

on. (Exeunt Titus, LAVINIA, and Boy. Inspire me, that I may this treason find! Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man

groan, * Tully's Treatise on Eloquence, entitled Orator. # To quote is to observe. Pitiless.


+ The point of a spear.





† Succession.

ven's eye,

the news,

And not relent, or not compassion him? Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish Marcus, attend him in his ecstacy;

tbus? That hath more scars of sorrow in bts heart, Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield: Dem. Soft; who comes here? But yet so just, that he will not revenge :Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! Enter a Nurse, with a Black-u-moor Child in


her Arms. SCENE II.-The same.- A Room in the Palace. Nur. Good morrow, lords: Enter AARON, CHIRON, and DEMETRIUS, at one

0, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor. Door; at another Door, young Lucius, and an

Aur. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at Attendant, with a Bundle of Weapons, and Here Aaron is: and what with Aaron now?

all, Verses writ upon them.

Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! He hath some message to deliver to us. Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thon Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad


[arms? grandfather.

What dost thou wrap and fumble in thide Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I Nur. O, that which I would hide from hea. may,

(grace ;I greet your honours from Andronicus ;- Our empress’ shame, and stately Rome's disAnd pray the Roman gods, confound you both. She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver's.

[ Aside. Aar. To whom? Dem. Gramercy,* lovely Lucius: What's the Nur. I mean, she's brought to bed. news?

Aar. Well, God Boy. That you are both decipher'd, that's Give her good rest! What hath he sent her?

Nur. A devil. For villains mark'd with rape. [Aside.] May Aar. Why then she's the devil's dam; a jogit please you,

ful issue. My grandsire, well-advis’d, bath sent by me Nur. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful The goodliest weapops of his armoury,

issue: To gratify your honourable youth,

Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad The hope of Rome; for so he hade me say; Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. And so I do, and with his gifts present The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, Your lordships, that whenever you have need, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's You may be armed and appointed well:

point. And so I leave you both, (Aside.] like bloody Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base villains. (Exeunt Boy and Attendunt.

a hue?

(sure Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, round about?

Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?

Aar. Done! that which thou Integer vita, scelerisque purus,

Canst not undo. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.

Chi. Thou hast undone our mother. Chi. 0, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. I read it in the grammar long ago. [well : Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thon hast Aar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace:-right,


(choice! you have it.

Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! [Aside. Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found Chi. It shall not live. their guilt;

[lines, Aar. It shall not die. And sends the weapons wrapp'd about with Nur. Aaron it must: the mother wills it so. That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. war. What, must it, nurse? then let no man But were our witty empress well-a-foot, Do execution on my flesh and blood. (but I, She would applaud Andronicus' conceit. Dem. I'll broach" the tadpole on my rapier's But let her rest in her unrest awhile.


(patch it. And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon des Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, Aur. Sooner this sword shall plough thy Captives, to be advanced to this height ? It did me good, before the Palace gate

(Takes the Child from the Nurse and draws. To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your Dem. But me more good, to see so great a

brother? Basely insinuate, and send us gifts. [lord Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,

Aur. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? That shone so brighủy when this boy was got, Did you not use his daughter very friendly? He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point, Dem. I would we had a thousand Roman | That touches this my first-born son and heir ! dames

I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. With 'all' his threat'ning band of Typbon's Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love.

brood, Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say Nor great Alcides,t nor the god of war,

Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Chi. And that would she for twenty thou- What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted sand more.


[signs! Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted For our beloved mother in her pains. [gods Coal black is better than another bue, Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods bave given in that it scorns to bear another hue: us o'er. [Aside. Flourish.

* Spit. + A giant, the son of Tilan and Terre. I. e. Grand merci ; great thanks.

1 Hercules.

Let's see;

bowels up;


For all the water in the ocean

And be received for the emperor's heir, Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, And substituted in the place of mine, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Tell the empress from me, I am of age

And let the emperor dandle him for his own. To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. Hark ye, lords, ye see, that I have given her Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress physic, (Pointing to the NURSE. thus?

And you must needs bestow her funeral; Aar, My mistress is my mistress; this, my. The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: self;

This done, see that you take no longer days, The vigour, and the picture of my youth:

But send the midwite presently to me. This, before all the world, do I prefer;

The midwife, and the nurse, well made away, This maugre* all the world, will I keep safe, Then let the ladies tattle what they please. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. With secrets. Chi. Rome will despise her for this foul Dem. For this care of Tamora, escape.

Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee. Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom [Exeunt DEM, and Chi. bearing off the her death.

Nurse. Chi, I blush to think upon this ignomy.t

Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty

flies; bears :

There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, Fie, treacherous hue! that will betray with And secretly to greet the empress’ friends.blushing

Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you The close enacts and counsels of the heart!

hence; Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer: For it is you that puts us to our shifts: Look, how the black slave smiles upon the I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, father;

And feed on curds and whey, and suck the As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.

goat, He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed

And cabin in a cave; and bring you up Of that self-blood that first gave life to you;, To be a warrior, and command a camp. (Exit. And, from that womb, where you imprison'd He is enfranchised and come to light : [were, SCENE INI.-The same.-A Public Place. Nay, he's your brother by the surer side, Although my seal be stamped in his face. Enter Titus, bearing Arrows, with Letters at Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the em

the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young press ?

Lucius, and other Gentlemen, with Bows. Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be Tit. Come, Marcus, coine ;-Kinsmen, this done,

is the way: And we will all subscribe to thy advice; Sir boy, now let me see your archery; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all con- Terras Astræa reliquit:

(straight : sult.

Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's My son and I will have the wind of you:


[shall Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins,

safety. [They sit on the Ground. Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets; Dem. How many women saw this child of Happily you may find her in the sea; his?

Yet there's as little justice as at land: Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; join in league,

'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,

spade, The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, And pierce the inmost centre of the earth: The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms. Then, when you come to Pluto's region, But, say again, how many saw the child? I pray you, deliver him this petition :

Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid: And no one else, but the deliver'd empress. And that it comes from old Andronicus, Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and your- Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.self:

Ah, Rome!-Well, well; I made thee miserTwo may keep counsel, when the third's away:

able, Go to the empress; tell her, this I said:- What time I threw the people's suffrages

(Stabbing her. On him that thus doth tyrannise o'er me.Weke, weke!--so cries a pig prepar’d to the Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, spit.

And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd ; Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Where. This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her fore didst thou this?

hence, Aar. O, lord, Sir, 'tis a deed of policy: And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?

Mar. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case, A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? no, lords, no. To see thy noble uncle thus distract? And now be it known to you my full intent. Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us conNot far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman,

cerns, His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; By day and night to attend him carefully; His child is like to her, fair as you are:

And feed his humour kindly as we may, Go packý, with him, and give the mother gold, Till time beget some careful remedy. And tell them both the circumstance of all;

Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. And how by this their child shall be advanc'd Join with the Goths; and with revengeful * In spite of. + 1. e. Ignominy. * Complexion.

Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude, Contrive, bargain with.

And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.


Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mas. Mar. Why, Sir, that is as fit as can be, to ters? What,

serve for your oration; and let him deliver tbe Have you met with her?

pigeons to the emperor from you. Pub. No, my good lord; but Plutus sends Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to you word,

the emperor with a grace?
If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: Clo. Nay, truly, Sir, I could never say grace
Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd, (else, in all my life.
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere Tit. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,
So that perforce you must needs stay a time. But give your pigeons to the emperor:

Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with de-By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
I'll dive into the burning lake below, [lays. Hold, hold ;-mean while, here's money for
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.

thy charges. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we; Give me a pen and ink.

[tion? No big-bon’d men, fram'd of the Cyclop's size: Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplicaBut metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Clo. Ay, Sir. Yet wrung* with wrongs, more than our backs Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And can bear:

when you come to him, at the first approach, And sitht there is no justice in earth nor hell, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliWe will solicit heaven; and move the gods, ver up your pigeons; and then look for your reTo send down justice for to wreakt our wrongs: ward, I'll be at hand, Sir: see you do it braveCome, to this gear. You are a good archer, ly,

Marcus. (He gives them the Arrows. Clo. I warrant you, Sir; let me alone. Ad Jovem, that's for you:-Here, ad Apolli- Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me Ad Martem, that's for myself;- [nem:

see it. Here, boy, to Pallas: -Here, to Mercury : Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,

For thou hast made it like an humble sup. You were as good to shoot against the wind.

pliant: To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid: And when thou hast given it to the emperor, O my word, I have written to effect;

Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. There's not a god left unsolicited.

Clo. God be with you, Sir; I will. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, fol. court:

low me.

[Exeunt. We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] 0,

SCENE IV.— The same.Before the Palace. well said, Lucius!

Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMEGood boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. TRIUS, LORDs, and others: SATURNINUS uitk

Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; the Arrows in his hand, that Titus shot. Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou

Was ever seen done! See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' | Troubled, confronted thus: and, for the extent

fhorns; An emperor of Rome thus overborne, Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Of egal* justice, us'd in such contempt?

Publius shot,
The bull being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock However these disturbers of our peace,

My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, That down fell both the ram's horns in the Buz in the people's ears, there 'nought bath court;

(villain? And who should find them but the empress' But even with law, against the wilful sons

pass'd, She laugh’d, and told the Moor, he should not of old Andronicus. And what an if choose

His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, But give them to his master for a present. Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lord-His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? ship joy.

And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Enter u Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons. This to Apollo; this to the god of war:

See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury; News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!

What's this, but libelling against the senate, Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? And blazoning our injustice every where? Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter? A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?

Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker: he says, that he As who would say, in Rome no justice were. hath taken them down again, for the man must But, if I live, his feigned ecstacies not be hanged till the next week.

Shall be no shelter to these outrages: Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? But he and his shall know, that justice lives Clo. Alas, Sir, I know not Jupiter; I never

In Saturninus' health ; whom, it she sleep, drank with him in all my life.

He'll so awake, as she in fury shall Tit. Why, villain, art not thon the carrier ? Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, Sir; nothing else. Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturpine, Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,

Clo, From heaven? alas, Sir, I never came Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, to heaven in my young days. Why, I am go- Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scared ing with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs,ll to

his heart; take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle And rather comfort his distressed plight, and one of the emperial's men.

Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,

For these contempts. Why, thus it shall beStrained. + Since. Revenge. Dress, furniture.

The Clown means to say plebeian tribune, i. e. tribune of the people.




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