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, 70 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 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? Clo. O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath 80 Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? heaven in my young days. Why, I am go- Marc. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace? Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in 100 all my life. Tit. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? Clo. Aye, sir. Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach 110 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. For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant: Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. [Exit. Publius, follow me. [Exeunt. SCENE IV 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 ever seen An emperor in Rome thus overborne, Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent My lords, you know, as know the mightful gods, Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath But even with law against the willful sons His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, 10 And now he writes to heaven for his redress: As who would say, in Rome no justice were. 20 Shall be no shelter to these outrages: But he and his shall know that justice livest Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. 30 Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, And rather comfort his distressed plight For these contempts. [Aside] Why, thus it shall High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: Enter Clown. How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? Clo. Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Clo. 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you godden: I have brought you a letter and 37. "Thy life-blood out"; F. 2, "ont"; F. 3, "on't"; Walker suggested that a previous line had been lost, but the text seems correct, "and drawn thy life-blood out."-I. G. couple of pigeons here. [Saturninus reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. 50 [Exit, guarded. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? I know from whence this same device proceeds; In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. 60 What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm, my lords; Rome never had more cause. The Goths have gather'd head, and with a power They hither march amain, under conduct Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? |