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 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. 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? 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. 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: Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :- Publius, follow me. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. 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 of Rome thus overborne, Troubled, confronted thus: and, for the extent Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd, In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep, Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his heart; Aside. And rather comfort his distressed plight, Enter Clown. How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us? Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be im perial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the em peror. Clo. 'Tis he. 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. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd. a fair end. Clo. Hang'd! then I have brought up a neck to I know from whence this same device proceeds; 9 Flatter, That died by law for murder of our brother, Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :- Enter EMILIUS. What news with thee, Æmilius ? Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had more cause! The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. Tam. Why should you fear? is not your city strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; And will revolt from me, to succour him. Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious', like thy name. Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? The eagle suffers little birds to sing, With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus; Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. 2 Stop. [Exeunt. |