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That ever death should let life bear his name, Thou map of wo, that thus dost talk in signs ! Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!
[To Lavinia. (Lavinia kisses him. When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless, Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. As frozen water to a starved snake.
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans ; Tit. When will this fearful slumber have an end? Or get some little knife between thy teeth, Mar. Now, farewell flattery: Die, Andronicus; And just against thy heart make thou a hole; Thou dost not slumber: see, thy two sons' heads;' That all the tears that thy poor eves let fall,' Thy warlike hand; thy mangled daughter here; May run into that sink, and soaking in, Thy other banish'd son, with this dear sight Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears. Struck pale and bloodless ; and thy brother, I, Mar. Fie, brother, fiel teach her not thus to lay Even like a stony image, cold and dumb.
Such violent hands upon her tender life. Ah! now no more will I control thy griess:
Tit. How now! has sorrow made thee dote Rent off thy silver bair, thy other hand
already? Gnawing with thy teeth ; and be this dismal sight (Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. The closing up of our most wretched eyes! What violent hands can she lay on her life? Now is a time to storm; why art thou still ? Ah, wberefore dost thou urge the name of hands; Til. Ha, ha, ha!
To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er, Mar. Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable ? hour.
0, handle not the theme, to talk of hands; Tit. Why, I have not another tear to shed : Lest we remember still, that we have none.. Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
Fie, fie, how franticly I square my talk! And would usurp upon my watry eyes,
As if we should forget we had no hands, And make them blind with tributary tears ;.
us did not name the word of hands! Then which way shall I find revenge's cave ? Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this :For these two heads do seem to speak to me; Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says; And threat me, I shall never come to bliss,
I can interpret all her martyr'd signs ; Till all these mischiefs be return'd again,
She says, she drinks no other drink but tears, Even in their throats that have comunitted them. Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her Come, let me see what task I have to do.
cheeks :'You heavy people, circle me about;
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thoughts That I may turn me to each one of you,
In thy dumb action will I be as perfect, And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. las begging hermits in their holy prayers : The vow is made.- Come, brother, take a head; Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, And in this hand the other will I bear:
Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign, Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things; But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet, Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy And, by still practice, learn to know thy meaning. teeth.
Boy. Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep lão As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight;
ments: Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay : Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in passion mov’d, And, if you love me, as I think you do,
Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness. Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
Tit. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of (Exeunt Titus, Marcus, and Lavinia.
tears, Luc. Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father; And tears will quickly melt thy life away. The woful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome!
(Marcus strikes the dish with a knife. Farewell, proud Rome! till Lucius come again, What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knile? He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.
Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly. Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;
Tit. Out on thee, murderer I thou kill'st my 0, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been!
heart; But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives,
Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:
A deed of death, done on the innocent,
Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
Tit. But bow, if that fly had a father and mother ! To be reveng'd on Rome and Saturnine. (Exit. How would he hang his slender gilded wings, SCENE II. A room in Titus's house.
And buzz lamenting doings in the air
"Poor harmless fly!
Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd Tit. So, so; now sit : and look, you eat no more
Then pardon me for reprehending thee,
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him ;
Flattering in yself, as if it were the Moor, Beats in this hollow prison of my fleshi,
Come hither purposely to poison me.Then thus I thump it down.
There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. (1) An allusion to brewing.
(2) Constant or continual practice. VOL. 11.
Ah, sirrah !!
My mother gave't me. Yet I do think we are not brought so low, | Mar.
For love of her that's gone, But that, between us, we can kill a lly,
Perhaps she cull'd it from among the rest. That cornes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. Til. Soft! see, how busily she turns the leaves ! Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on Help her :him,
What would she find ?-Lavinia, shall I read ? He takes false shadows for true substances. This is the tragic tale of Philomel,
Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: And treals of Tereus' treason, and his rape; I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
| And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.
Mar. See, brother, see; note, how she quotes Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young,
the leaves. And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. 1. Tit. Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet girl,
(Exeunt. Ravish'd and wrong'd, as Philomela was,
Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods ?-
Ay, such a place there is, where we did hund,
(0, had we never, never, hunted there!) SCENE I.--The same.
Pattern'd by that the poet here describes,
Before Titus's house. By nature made for murders, and for rapes. Enler Titus and Marcus. Then enter young Mar. 0, why should nature build so foul a den, Lucius, Lavinia running after him.
Unless the gods delight in tragedies ! Boy. Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia | Tit. Give signs, sweet girl,- for here are none Follows me every where, I know not why :-
but friends, Good uncle Marcus, see how swift she comes ! What Roman lord it was durst do the deed : Alas, sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. Or slunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst, Mar. Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine That left the camp to sin in Lucrece' bed ? aunt.
Mar. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, wit down Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. by me. Boy. Ay, when my father was in Rome, she did. Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury, Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these Inspire me, that I may this treason find !signs?
My lord, look here ;-Look here, Lavinia : Tu. Fear her not, Lucius: -Somewhat doth she This sandy plot is plain ; guide, if thou canst, mean:
This after me, when I have writ my name See, Lucius, see, how much she makes of thee : Without the help of any hand at all. Somewhither would she have thee go with her.
[He writes his name with his staff, and guides Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care
it with his feet and mouth. Read to her sons, than she hath read to thee, Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this shift!Sweet poetry, and Tully's Orator.?
Write thou, good niece; and here display, at last, Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus ? What God will have discover'd for revenge :
Boy. My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:
That we may know the traitors, and the truth' For I have heard my grandsire say full oft,
(She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides Extremity of griefs would make men mad;
it with her stuips, and writes. And I have read that Hecuba of Troy
Tit. 0, do you read, my lord, what she hath writ? Ran mad through sorrow: That made me to fear; Stuprum--Chiron-Demetrius. Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt
Mar. What, what!-The lustful sons of Tamora Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,
Performers of this heinous, bloody deed ? And would not, but in fury, fright my youth:
Tit. Magne Dominator poli, Which made me down to throw my books, and fly; Tam lentus audis scelera ? lam lentus vides ? Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt: Mar. 0, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I know, And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,
There is enough written upon this earth, I will most willingly attend your ladyship.
To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Mar. Lucius, I will.
And arm the minds of infants to exclaims, (Lavinia turns over the books which Lucius My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; has let fall.
And kneel, swcet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; Til. How now, Lavinia ?-Marcus, what means And swear with me, -as with the woful feere, this?
And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach.
Til. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how. Reveal the damn'd contriver of this deed.
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware : Why lifts she up her arms in sequence thus ? The dam will wake; and, if she wind you once, Mar. I think, she means, that there was more She's with the lion deeply still in league, than one ,
And lulls him while she playeth on her back, Confederate in the fact :-Ay, more there was: And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Or else to heaven shu heaves them for revenge. You're a young huntsman, Marcus ; let it alone;
Tit. Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,
And lay it by: the angry northern wind
Will blow these sands, like sybil's leaves, abroad, And sends the weapons wrapp'd about
Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the
Aside. For these bad-bondmen to the yoke of Rome. But were our witty empress well a-foot,
Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full of she would applaud Andronicus' conceit. For this ungrateful country done the like,
But let her rest in her unrest a while.Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.
And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Tit. Come, go with me into mine armoury ; (Led us to Rome, strangers, and, more than so, Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy
Captives, to be advanced to this height? Shall carry from me to the empress' sons
It did me good, before the palace gate Presents, that I intend to send them both:
To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Come, come; thou'it do thy message, wilt thou not?! Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grand- Basely insinuate, and send us gifts. sire.
Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? T'it. No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another Did you not use his daughter very friendly ? course.
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house; At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love. Ay, marry, will we, sir : and we'll be waited on. Aar. Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
(Ereunt Titus, Lavinia, and Boy. Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods And not relent, or not compassion him ?
For our beloved mother in her pains. Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy;
Aar. Pray to the devils; the gods have given us That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,
(Aside. Flourish. Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield: Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish But yet so just, that he will not revenge :
thus? Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus !
Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son.
[Exil. Dem. Soll; who comes here? SCENE II.-The same. A room in the palace. Enler « Nurse, with a black-a-moor child in her
arms. Enter Aaron, Chiron, and Demetrius, at one door ; at another door, young Lucius,' and an. Nur.
Good-morrow, lords : Attendant, with a bundle of weapons, and verses O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? wril upon them.
Aar. Well, more, or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? Chi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; . Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone ! He hath some message to deliver us.
Now help, or wo belide thee evermore! Aar. Ay, some mad message from his mad Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep 1 grandfather.
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms ? Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Nur. O, that which I would hide from Heaven's I greet your honours from Andronicus;
eye, And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace;
(Aside, She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd. Dem. Gramercy,' lovely Lucius: What's the Aar. To whom? news?
I mean, she's brought to bed. Boy. That you are both decipherd, that's the Aar.
Well, God news,
Give her good rest! What hath he sent her?.. For villains mark'd with rape. (Aside.) May it
A devil. please you,
Aar. Why, then she's the devil's dam ; a joyful My grandsire, well-advis'd, hath sent by me
issue. The goodliest weapons of his armoury,
Nur. A joyless, diomal, black, and sorrowful To gratify your honourable youth,
issue : The hope of Rome ; for so he bade me say; Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad And so I do, and with his gifts present
| Amongst the fairest breeders of our cliine. Your lordships, that whenever you have need, The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, You may be aried and appointed well :
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. And so I leave you both, (Aside.) like bloody vil- Aar. Out, out, you whore! is black so base a lains. (Ereunt Boy and Attendant.
hue? ' Dem. What's here ? A scroll; and written round Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. about?
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done ? Let's see;
Done! that which thou Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Canst not undo. Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.
Thou hast undone our mother. Chi, o, tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother. I read it in the grammar long ago.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. Mar. Ay, just!-a verse in Horace :-right, you Wo to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! have it.
Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend! Now, what a thing it is to be an ass ! )
Chi. It shall not live. Here's no sound jest! the old man hath
It shall not die. found their guilt;
Nur. Aaron, it must: the mother wills it so.
Aar. What, must it, nurse ? then let no man but I, (1) i. e. Grand merci ; great thanks. Do execution on my flesh and blood.
Dem. P'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's Aar. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy: point;
Sball she live to betray this guilt of ours ? Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. A long-tongu'd babbling gossip ? no, lords, no. Aar. Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels And now be it known to you my full intent:
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, [Takes the child from the Nurse, and draws. His wife but yesternight was brought to bed; Stav, murderous villains? will you kill your brother ?IH
ins? will you kill your brother ? His child is like to her, fair as yo Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,
Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, That'shone so brightly when this boy was got, And tell them both the circumstance of all; He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point,
And how by this their child shall be advanc'd, That touches this my first-born son and heir ! 1 And be received for the emperor's heir, I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
And substituted in the place of mine, With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, , And let the emperor dandle him for his own. Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. Hark ye, lords; ye sec, that I have given her What, what; ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!
(Pointing to the Nurse. Ye white-lim'd walls ! ye alehouse painted signs! And you must needs bestow her funeral; Coal black is better than another hue,
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: In that it scorns to bear another hue :
This done, see that you take no longer days, For all the water in the ocean
But send the midwise presently to me. Can never turn a swan's black legs to white, The midwise, and the nurse, well made away, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Then let the ladies tattle what they please. Tell the emperess from me, I am of age
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air To keep mine own; excuse it how she can. With secrets. . Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus ? Dem.
For this care of Tamora, - Aar. My mistress is my mistress: this, myself; Hersell, and hers, are highly bound to thee. The vigour, and the picture of my youth :
(Exeunt Dem. and Chi, bearing off the Nurse. This, before all the world, do I prefer ;
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence,
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy.* And cabin in a cave; and bring you up
Aar. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears: To be a warrior, and command a camp. (Eril. Fic, treacherous hue! that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
SCENE III.—The same. A public place. Enter Here's a young lad fram'd of another leer ::
Titus, bearing arrows, with lelters at the ends of Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father ;
them; with him Marcus, young Lucius, and other As who should say, Old lad, I am thine own.
Gentlemen, with bows. He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed
Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is the or that self-blood that first gave life to you:
way :And, from that womb, where you imprison'd were, Sir boy, now let me see your archery; He is enfranchised and come to light:
Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight : Nay, he's your brother by the surer side,
Terras Astroa reliquit : Although my seal be stamped in his face.
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the emperess ? Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets ; And we will all subscribe to thy advice;
Happily you may find her in the sea; Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. . Yet there's as little justice as at land: Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
consult. No; Publius a
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; My son and I will have the wind of you:
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade, Keep there: Now talk at pleasure of your safety. And pierce the inmost centre of the earth:
[They sit on the ground. Then, when you come to Pluto's region, Derr. How many women saw this child of his? I pray you, deliver him this petition : Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all join Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid; in league,
And that it comes from old Andronicus, I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.-The chased boar, the mountain lioness,
Ah, Rome!-Well, well; I made thee miserable, The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
What time I threw the people's suffrages But, say again, how many saw the child ?
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself, Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all, And no one else, but the deliver'd empress.
And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd ; Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself: This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence Two may keep counsel, when the third's away: And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice. To the empress; tell her, this I said :
| Mar, 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
(Stabbing her. To see thy noble uncle thus distract? Weke, weke !--so críes a pig, prepard to the spit. Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron ? Wherefore By day and night to attend him carefully; didst thou this?
And feed his humour kindly as we may, (1) A giant, the son of Titan and Terra | (4) i. e. Ignomiuy.
le con (2) Hereules (3) In spite of
16) Contrive, bargain with
Till time beget some careful remedy.
in my young days. Why, I am going with my Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war of brawl, betwixt my uncle and one of the empeTake wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,
rial's men. And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters ? | for your oration; and let him deliver the pigeons to What,
the emperor from you. Have you met with her ?
| Tit. Tell me, can you deliver dan oration to the Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you emperor with a grace ? word,
| Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : all my life. Marry, for Justice, she is so employ'd,
Til. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, But give your pigeons to the emperor : So that perforce you must needs stay a time. By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays. Hold, hold ;-meanwhile, here's money for thy I'll dive into the burning lake below,
charges. And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
Give me a pen and ink. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication ? No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size: Clo. Ay, sir. But metal, Marcus; steel to the very back;
Til. Then here is a supplication for you. And Yet wrung' with wrongs, more than our backs can when you come to him, at the first approach, you bear:
must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, your pigeons; and then look for your reward. I'll We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, be at hand: see that you do it bravely. To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs : Clo. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone. Come, to this gear." You are a good archer, Mar- Til. Sirrah, hast thou a knife ? Come, let me cus. (He gives them the arrows.
see it, Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :- Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration; Ad Marlem, that's for myself;—.
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant:Here, boy, to Pallas ;-Here, to Mercury: And when thou hast given it to the emperor, To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,
knock at my door, and tell me what he says. You were as good to shoot against the wind.
Clo. God be with you, sir; I will. To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid:
· Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go :-Publius, collow O'my word, I have written to effect;
(Exeunt. There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinemen, shoot all your shalts into the SCENE IV:-The same. Before the palace. court:
Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Chiron, Demetrius, We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
Lords, and others; Saturninus, with the arrows Til. Now, masters, draw. (They shoot.] 0, well! in his hand, that Titus shot. said, Lucius!
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these ? Was Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.
ever seen Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; An emperor of Rome thus overborne, Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
Troubled, confronted thus : and, for the extent Til. Ha ! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? Oregal justice, us'd in such contempt? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods, Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius However these disturbers of our peace shot,
Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath pass'd The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock But even with law, against the wilful sons That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; of old Andronicus. And what an if And who should find them but the empress' villain ? His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits, She laugh'd and told the Moor, he should not Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, choose
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?' But give them to his master for a present.
And now he writes to heaven for his redress : Tů. Why, there it goes: God give your lord See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury ; ship joy.
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome! Enter a Clown, with a basket and two pigeons. What's this, but libelling against the senate, News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come. And blazoning our injustice every where? Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters? A goodly humour, is it not, my lords ? Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter ?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were. Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker ? he says, that he But, if I live, his feign'd ecstasies hath taken them down again, for the man must not shall be no shelter to these outrages : be hanged till the next week
But he and his shall know, that justice lives Til. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee ? In Saturninus' health ; whom, it she sleep,
Clo. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never He'll so awake, as shé in fury shall drank with him in all my life.
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ? | Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine, Clo. Av, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, Til. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
Clo. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there; The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons, God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven
(5) The clown means to say plebeian tribune; (1) Strained. (2) Since (3) Revenge. i. e, tribune of the people. (4) Dress, furniture.