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A Street near the Palace. Enter Titus, old MARCUS, young Lucius, and other Gentleman with Bows; and Titus bears the Arrows with Letters on the Ends of them.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is the
way: Sir boy, now let me see your archery ; Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Terras Astrea reliquit:-be you remember'd Marcus.She's gone, she's fled.--Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean,
321 And cast your nets; haply,, you may find her in the
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence,
Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my masters,
350 Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays.
To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs:
[He gives them the Arrows.
court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw [ They shoot. ] O, well said,
Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon;
380 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 emperess' 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 ?
391 Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter ?
Clown. Hol the gibbet-maker? he says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd till the next week.
Tit. Tut, what says 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. 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 pi. geons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve for your oration ; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor
410 Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace ?
Clown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. Tit. Sirrah, come hitlier; make no more a lo,
But give your pigeons to the emperor :
421 Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And swhen 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, şir; see you do it bravely.
Clown. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.
Clown. God be with you, sir; I will.
The Palace. Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two
Sons; the Emperor brings the Arrows in his Hand, that
An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,