Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent 440 Buz in the people's ears, there nought hath past, Shall be no shelter to these outrages: But he and his shall know, that justice lives Tam. My gracious lord, most lovely Saturnine, Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts, 460 Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep and scar'd his heart; And And rather comfort his distressed plight, Than prosecute the meanest, or the best, High-witted Tamora to gloze with all: [Aside. But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, 470 Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise, Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port. Enter Clown. How now, good fellow wouldst thou speak with us? Clown. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be em Tit. Emperess I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Clown, 'Tis he.-God and saint Stephen, give you good den; we here. I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons [The Emperor reads the Letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Clown. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd. 480 Clown. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? [Exit. I know from whence this same device proceeds: Go, Go, drag the villain hither by the hair; - 490 Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege :- Enter EMILIUS. Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius? Æmil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had more cause! The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power Who threats, in course of his revenge, to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths? 500 As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms, Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach : 'Tis he, the common people love so much; Myself have often over-heard them say (When I have walked like a private man), That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, And they have wish'd that Lucius were their em peror. 510 Tam. Why should you fear? is not our city strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius; And will revolt from me, to succour him, Tam Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name. Is the sun dimm'd, that gnats do fly in it? Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous, Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us. 520 530 Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.— And if he stand on hostage for his safety, Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. Emil. Your bidding shall I do effectually. And temper him with all the art I have, [Exit. To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. 549 And And now, sweet emperor, be blith again, Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCÈNE 1. The Camp, at a small Distance from Rome. Enter LuCIUS and Goths, with Drum and Soldiers. Lucius. APPROVED warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Rome, Which signify, what hate they bear their emperor, Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andro nicus, Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort H 11 Omn. |