Then let the ladies tattle what they please. With fecrets. Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself and her's are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt. Aar. Now to the Goths, as fwift as fwallow flies, hence, There to difpofe this treasure in my arms, SCENE IV. Aftreet near the palace. [Exit. Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the end of them. Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen this is the way. Sir boy, now let me fee your archery. Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Terras Aftrea reliquit She's gone, fhe's fled You, coufins, fhall go be you remember'd, Marcus-Sirs, take you to found the ocean, your tools; And caft your nets; haply you may find her in the sea ; Yet there's as little juftice as at land No, Publius and Sempronius; you must do it, 'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade, Ah, Rome!Well, well, I made thee miferable, This wicked Emperor may have fhipp'd her hence, Pub. Therefore, my Lord, it highly us concerns, Mar. Kinfman, his, forrows are past remedy. Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters; Pub. No, my good Lord; but Pluto fends you word, If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall. Marry, for Juftice, fhe is now employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heav'n, or fomewhere else; Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. No big-bon❜d men, fram'd of the Cyclops' fize; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear. [He gives them the arrows.. Ad Jovem, that's for you-here, ad Appollinem--Ad Martem, that's for myfelf; Here, boy, to Pallas-here, to Mercury To Saturn and to Cœlus not to Saturnine- There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinfmen, fhoot all your flhafts into the court; We will afflict the Emperor in his pride. [They boot. Tit. Now, mafters, draw; oh, well faid, Lucius. Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it Pallas. Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what haft thou done? See, fee, thou'ft fhot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the fport, my Lord; when Publius The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, [fhot, That down fell both the ram's horns in the court. And who fhould find them but the Emprefs' villain. She laugh'd and told the Moor, he should not chuse But give them to his mafter for a prefent. Tit. Why there it goes. God give your Lordship joy! News, news from heav'n; Marcus, the poft is come. Clown. Who? the gibbet-maker? he fays, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd till the next week. Tit. Tut, what fays Jupiter, 1 afk thee?` I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, Sir; nothing elfe. Tit. Why, didit thou not come from heav'n? Clown. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid I should be fo bold to prefs into heav'n 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. Mar. Why, Sir, that is as fit as can be to ferve 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? Clown. Nay, truly, Sir, I could never fay grace in all my life. Tit. Sirrah, come hither, make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the Emperor. He means to fay, Tribunus Plebis. By By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Hold, hold-mean while, here's money for thy charges. Sirrah, can you with grace a deliver a fupplication? Tit. Then, here is a fupplication for you: and when you come to him, at the first approach you must kneel, then kifs his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, Sir; fee you do it bravely. Clown. I warrant you, Sir, let me alone. Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? Come, let me fee it. Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration, For thou haft made it like an humble fuppliant; Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The palace. Enter Emperor, and Emprefs, and her two fons; the Em peror brings the arrows in his hand that Titus fhot. Sat. Why, Lords, what wrongs are these? was ever An Emperor of Rome thus overborne, Troubled, confronted thus, and for th' extent My Lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, (However the disturbers of our peace [feen Buzz in the people's ears), there nought hath pafs'd, Sweet fcrowls, to fly about the streets of Rome! A A goodly humour, is it not, my Lords? Shall be no fhelter to these outrages: Cut off the proud'ft confpirator that lives. Tam. My gracious Lord, moft lovely Saturnine, Whofe lofs hath pierc'd him deep, and fcarr'd his heart; For these contempts-Why, thus it fhall become But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Enter Clown. [Afide How now, good fellow, would't thou fpeak with us? Clo. Yea, forfooth, an' your Milterfhip be Emperial. Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperor. Clo. 'Tis he: God and St. Stephen give you good e'en : I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. [He reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Clo. How much money muft I have? Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hang'd. Clo. Hang'd! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs! I know from whence this fame device proceeds: [Exit. Nor |