SCENE III. 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 sea; Yet there's as little justice as at land No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; 330 This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence, 340 Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, By day and night to attend him carefully; Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine. Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters, What, have you met with her? 350 Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, So that perforce you needs must 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.- No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' size; 360 But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back; Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear: And sith there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven; and move the gods, To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs: Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :- -- Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here to Mercury : To Saturn, and to Cœlus; not to Saturnine,- 370 O' my word, I have written to effect; There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw [They shoot.] O, well said, Lucius ! Good boy, in virgo's lap, give it to Pallas. Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this. 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 joy ! 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 ? 391 Clown. Ho 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. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. 400 Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven? 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 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 from you. 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 hither; make no more a lo, But But give your pigeons to the emperor : By me thou shalt have justice 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 supplication? Clown. Ay, sir. 421 · 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. Clown. I warrant you, sir; let me alone. Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it. Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ; For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant :- : 431 Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go :-Publius, follow [Exeunt. me. SCENE IV. The Palace. Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two Sons; the Emperor brings the Arrows in his Hand, that TITUS fhot. Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen An emperor of Rome thus over-borne, 3 Troubled, |