And now be it known to you my full intent: Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, To calm this tempeft whirling in the court; Hark ye, my Lords, ye fee, I have given her phyfick; The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms: The midwife and the nurse well made away, Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt. Aar. Now to the Goths, as fwift as fwallow flies, There to difpofe this treasure in my arms, [Exit. SCENE SCENE, a Street near the Palace. Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the end of them. Tit. Sir boy, now let me fee your archery. Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there ftraight; And caft your nets; haply, you may find her in the fea; Yet there's as little juftice as at land No, Publius and Sempronius; you must do it, 'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade, To fee thy noble Uncle thus diftra&t? Pub. Therefore, my Lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night t'attend him carefully : And feed his humour kindly as we may, Till time beget fome careful remedy. Mar. Kinfimen, his forrows are paft remedy, Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters, What, have you met with her? fhall : Pub. No, my good Lord, but Pluto fends you word, If will have revenge from hell, you you Marry, for juftice, fhe is fo employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heav'n, or fomewhere elfe; So that perforce you must needs stay a time. Tit. He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. I'll dive into the burning lake below, And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Here, boy, to Pallas here, to Mercury- Mar. Kinfmen, fhoot all your fhafts into the Court, We will afflict the Emperor in his pride. [They shoot. Tit. Now, mafters, draw; oh, well faid, Lycius: Good boy, in Virgo's lap, give it Pallas. Mar. My Lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what haft thou done? See, fee, thou'ft fhot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the fport, my Lord; when Publius shot, The bull being gall'd, gave Aries fuch a knock, That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court, And who should find them but the Emprefs' villain: She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not chuse But But give them to his mafter for a prefent. Tit. Why, there it goes. God give your Lordship joy! Enter a Clown with a basket and two pigeons. News, news from heav'n; Marcus, the poft is come. Clown. Who? the gibbet-maker? he fays, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang'd 'till the next week. Tit. Tut, what fays Jupiter, I afk thee? Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, Sir, nothing elfe. Tit. Why, didft thou not come from heav'n ? Clown. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid, fhould be fo bold to prefs into heav'n 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. Mar. Why, Sir, that is as fit as can be to ferve 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? 3 Clown. Nay, truly, Sir, I could never fay grace in all my life. Tit. Sirrah, come hither, make no more ado, But give your pigeons to the Emperor. By me thou fhalt have juftice at his hands. Hold, hold-mean while, here's money for thy charges. Give me a pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? Clown. Ay, Sir. Tit. Then, here is a fupplication for you: and when you come to him, at the first approach you must kneel, then kifs his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, Sir; fee you do it bravely. VOL. VI. L Clown. Clown. I warrant you, Sir, let me alone. Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife? come, let me fee it. Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration, For thou haft made it like an humble fuppliant ; Knock at my door, and tell me, what he fays. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. SCENE, The Palace. [Exeunt. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, and her two fons; the Emperor brings the arrows in his hand, that Titus fhot. Sa. WE Hy, Lords, what wrongs are these? was ever seen Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past, Cut |