To it, boy.-Marcus, loose when I bid.- Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] O, well said, Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. Marc. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; 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, 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? Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? 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 him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? 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. 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. But give your pigeons to the emperor : By me thou shalt have justice at his hands. Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.— 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.→ For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:- Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go.-Publius, follow me. SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace. [Exeunt. Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, 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 Of egal justice, us'd in such contempt? . My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,(74) However these disturbers of our peace Buzz in the people's ears, there naught hath pass'd, But even with law, against the wilful sons Of old Andronicus. And what an if His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,— And now he writes to heaven for his redress: Shall be no shelter to these outrages: Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scarr'd his heart; Than prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts.-Why, thus it shall become [Aside. But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Enter Clown. How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. 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. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged. Clo. Hanged! 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 villany? I know from whence this same device proceeds: Enter EMILIUS. What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm, my lord,(78)-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 condúct Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus; Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do As much as ever Coriolanus did. Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? These tidings nip me; and I hang the head As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms: 'Tis he the common people love so much ; And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor. 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, And is not careful what they mean thereby, He can at pleasure stint their melody: With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. For I can smooth, and fill his aged ear [To Emilius. Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.- Sat. Æmilius, do this message honourably: And if he stand on (2) hostage for his safety, Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus, And temper him with all the art I have, To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again, And bury all thy fear in my devices. [Exit. Sat. Then go successantly, (83) and plead to him. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Plains near Rome. Enter LUCIUS and Goths, with drum and colours. Luc. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Rome, |