You, cousins, fhall go found the ocean, And caft your nets; haply, you may find her in the. fea; Yet there's as little juftice as at land No, Publius and Sempronius; you must do it, Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Mar. Kinfimen, his forrows are paft remedy.. Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mafters, Pub. No, my good lord, but Pluto fends you word, If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : Marry, for juftice, she is so employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heav'n, or fomewhere else; So that perforce you must needs ftay a time. Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. I'll dive into the burning lake below, M 5. And And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear. Ad Jovem, that's for you- -here, ad Apollinem. Here, boy, to Pallas-here, to Mercury- Mar. Kinfmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court. We will afflict the Emperor in his pride. [They Shoot. Tit. Now, mafters, draw; oh, well faid, Lucius: Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it Pallas. Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what haft thou done? See, fee, thou'ft shot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my lord; when Publius fhot, The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, Tit. Why, there it goes. God give your lordship joy! Enter a Clown with a basket and two pigeons. News, news from heav'n; Marcus, the poft is come. Sirrah, Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? 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, I ask thee? Clown. Alas, Sir, I know not Jupiter, I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, Sir, nothing else. Tit. Why, didft 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 make 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. By me thou fhalt 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 fupplication? Clown. Ay, Sir. Tit. Then, here is a fupplication for you: and when you come to him, at the firft 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. Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? come, let me fee its 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. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, and her two fons; the Enperor brings the arrows in his hand, that Titus fhot. Sat. WHY, lords, what wrongs are these? was ever seen An Emperor of Rome thus over-borne, Troubled, confronted thus, and for th' extent Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past, Shall be no fhelter to thefe outrages: But But he and his fhall know, that Juftice lives. Enter Clown. [Afide. How, now, good fellow, would'ft thou speak with us? Clo. Yea, forfooth, an your Mistership be Emperial. Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperor. Clown. 'Tis he: God and St. Stephen give you good Even: here. I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons [He reads the letter. Sta. Go, take him away, and hang him prefently. Clown. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hang'd. Clown. Hang'd! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monftrous villany? [Exit. I know, from whence this fame device proceeds: For |