Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the Emperor with a grace? 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 mony for thy charges. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? Tit. Then, here is a fupplication for you: and when you come to him, at the firft 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, 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 says. 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. Sat. WHY, lords, what wrongs are these? was ever An Emperor of Rome thus over-borne, Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past, Of Of old Andronicus. And what an if His forrows have fo overwhelm'd his wits, Whofe lofs hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his heart; But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Enter Clown. [Afide. How, now, good fellow, would'ft thou speak with us? Clo. Yea, forfooth, an your Mistership be Emperial. Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperor. Clown. 'Tis he: God and St. Stephen give you good Even : I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. [He reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. L 4 Clown's Clown. How much money muft I have ? Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hang'd. Clown. Hang'd! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monftrous villany? [Exit. I know, from whence this fame device proceeds: Enter Æmilius. (15) Sat. What news with thee, Emilius? [caufe; Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had more The Goths have gather'd head, and with a Power They hither march amain, under the Conduct Who threats in courfe of his revenge to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths? (15) Enter Nuntius Æmilius.] Thus the old Books have defcrib'd this Character: and, I believe, I can account for the Formality, from the Ignorance of the Editors. In the Author's Manufcript, I prefume, 'twas writ, Enter Nuntius; and they obferving, that he is immediately call'd Æmilius, thought proper to give him his whole Title, and so clapp'd in Enter Nuntius Æmilius. Mr. Pope has very critically follow'd them; and ought, methinks, to have given his new-adopted Citizen Nuntius a place in the Dramatis Perfonæ. If this Gentleman has discover'd any Roman Family, that had the Prænomen of Nuntius; it is a Secret, I dare say, more than Carifius, Diomedes Grammaticus, or the Fafti Capitolini, were ever acquainted withal. Shakespeare meant no more than, Enter Æmilius as a Messenger. Thefe 1 These Tidings nip me, and I hang the head As flowers with froft, or grass beat down with ftorms. › Ay, now begin our forrows to approach; "Tis he, the common people love so much : My felf hath often over-heard them fay, (When I have walked like a private man) That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, And they have wifh'd, that Lucius were their Emperor. Tam. Why fhould you fear? is not our city strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius, And will revolt from me, to fuccour him. Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name. And is not careful what they mean thereby, Even fo may'st thou the giddy men of Rome. With words more fweet, and yet more dangerous, Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us. [To Æmilius. Say, that the Emperor requests a parley L 5 [Exit. And And now, fweet Emperor, be blith again, Sat. Then go fuccefsfully, and plead to him. [Exe. A C T V. SCENE, A Camp, at a small distance from Rome. Enter Lucius with Goths, with drum and foldiers. A LUCIUS. PPROVED warriors, and my faithful friends, Which fignifie, what hate they bear their Em And how defirous of our fight they are. And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe, Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus, (Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort,} Whofe high exploits and honourable deeds Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Omn. And, as he faith, fo fay we all with him. Enter a Goth leading Aaron, with his child in bis Arms. Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I ftray'd To |