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Ad Jorem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :-
Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court :
said, Lucius ! Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
Niar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done! See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. 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 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 ?
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,s 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
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
Tit. Sirrah, come hither : make no more ado,
Clo. Ay, sir.
Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach, you
5 The Clown means to say plebeian tribune, i. e. tribune of
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.
Clo. God be with you, sir ; I will.
The same. Before the Palace.
Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEME
TRIUS, Lords and Others: SATURNINUS with the
An emperor of Rome thus overborne,
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits,
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
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 imperial, 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. (SATURNISUS 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.
[Erit, 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. ,
What news with thee, Æmilius ?
cause! The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,