And send the midwife presently to me. Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. 170 [Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse's body. Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, To be a warrior and command a camp. Scene III. The same. A public place. 180 [Exit. Enter Titus, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him, Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen (Publius, Sempronius, and Caius), with bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is the way. Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight. Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Happily you may catch her in the sea; : Yet there's as little justice as at land: To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, ΙΟ 20 30 So that perforce you must needs stay a time. I'll dive into the burning lake below, 41 Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear: 50 To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs. Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus; [He gives them the arrows. 'Ad Jovem,' that's for you: here, Ad Apollinem': 'Ad Martem,' that's for myself: Here, boy, to Pallas: here, to Mercury: To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine; You were as good to shoot against the wind. Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: 60 Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius ! Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. Marc. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon ; Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha, ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Marc. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot, 71 The Bull, being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock Tit. Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy! Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it. Clo. O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken 80 Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clo. From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there: Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace? Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. 100 4 Tit. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? Clo. Ay, sir. Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach you must Clo. I warrant you, sir, let me alone. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it. For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. [Exit. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. Scene IV. The same. Before the palace. I 20 [Exeunt. Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, Lords, and others; Saturninus with the Arrows in his hand that Titus shot. Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent |