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Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius
shot, The bull being gall’d, gave Aries such a knock 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 your lordship
Enter a Clown, with a Basket and Two Pigeons. News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is
Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ?
Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken 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 himn in all
Clo. From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven 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 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?
Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
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 ;-mean while, here's money for thy
charges. Give me a 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 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.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ;
Clo. God be with you, sir ; I will. .
The 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
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
heart; And rather comfort his distressed plight, Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become High-witted Tamora to gloze with all : [Aside. But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?
Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial.
Clo. "Tis he.—God, and saint Stephen, give you good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here. [SATURNINUS reads the Letter:
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently.
Clo. Hang’d! By’r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.
[Exit, guarded. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs ! Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? I know from whence this same device proceeds; May this be borne ?-as if his traitorous sons, That died by law for murder of our brother, Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully. Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege: For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter-man; Sly frantick wretch, that holp’st to make me great, In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.
Enter ÆMILIUS. What news with thee, Æmilius? Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had
more cause ! The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil, They hither march amain, under conduct Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus ; Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do As much as ever Coriolanus did.
Şat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Gotham
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy
Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it?
Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tam. If Tamora' entreat him, then he will :
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