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And send the midwife presently to me.
The midwife and the nurse well made away,

Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
Chi. Aaron, I see thou wilt not trust the air

170 With secrets. Dem.

For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.

[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse's body. Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;

There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,
And secretly to greet the empress' friends.
Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;
For it is


puts us to our shifts :
I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
And cabin in a cave, and bring you up

180 To be a warrior and command a camp.


Scene III.

The same. A public place. 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.

Sir boy, let me see your archery ;
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight.
Terras Astræa reliquit:
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fed.
Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets ;
Happily you may catch her in the sea ;

Yet there's as little justice as at land:
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it ; Ιο
'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth :
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition ;
Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,
And then it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Rome! Well, well; I made thee miserable
What time I threw the people's suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o’er me.

Go get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd:
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence ;

And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
Marc. O Publius, is not this a heavy case,

To see thy noble uncle thus distract?
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns

By day and night to attend him carefully,
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Till time beget some careful remedy.

30 Marc. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.

Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,

And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Tit. Publius, how now! how now, my masters !

What, have you met with her ?
Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word,

If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall :
Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,

So that perforce you must needs stay a time. 41 Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.

I'll dive into the burning lake below,
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops' size;
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back, ,


more than our backs can bear:
And sith there's no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven, and move the gods 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.
To it, boy! Marcus, loose when I bid.
Of my word, I have written to effect;
There's not a god left unsolicited.

60 Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court:

We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said,

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,

The Bull, being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock 71
That down fell both the Ram's horns in the court;
And who should find them but the empress' villain ?
She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not choose

But give them to his master for a present.
Tit. Why, there it goes : God give his lordship joy!

Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it.
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ?

Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter ?
Clo. O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken 80

them down again, for the man must not be

hanged till the next week.
Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter ; I never drank

with him in all my life.
Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ?
Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
Clo. From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there :

God forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven 90
in my young days. Why, I am going with my
pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter
of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the

emperial's men.
Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for

your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to

the emperor from you. Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the

emperor with a grace ? Cl. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. 100

Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado,

But give your pigeons to the emperor :
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold, hold ; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.
Give me pen and ink.

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 kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your 110 pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll

be at hand, sir, see you do it bravely.
Clo. I warrant you, sir, let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? come, let me see it.

Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant :
And when thou hast given it to the emperor,

Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.

[Exit. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.

I 20 [Exeunt.

Scene IV.

Tlse same. Before the palace. 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

An emperor in Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent
Of egal justice used in such contempt?

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