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You, cousins, shall go found the ocean,
Mar. Oh Publius, is not this a heavy case, To fee thy noble uncle thus distract ?
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
Mar. Kinsinen, his sorrows are paft remedy:-
Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my masters,
Pub. No, my good lord, but Pluto sends you word; If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : Marry, for justice, she is so employ'd, He thinks, with fove in heav'n, or somewhere else; 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.
.[He gives them the arrows..
Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court We will afflict the Emperor in his pride. (They shoot.
Tit. Now, masters, draw; oh, well said, Lucius: 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 hast thou done ? See, fee, thou'st 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 Empress' villain : She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not chuse But give them to his master for a present.
Tit. Why, there it goes.. God give your lordship
Enter a Clown with a basket and two pigeons. News, news from heav'n; Marcus, the post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ?
Clown. Who? 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,
Clown. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid I should be so bold to press into heav'n in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs, to make up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the Emperial's
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.
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 ado,
Clown Ay, Sir.
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. Til be at hand, Sir; see you do it bravely. Clown. I warrant you, Sir, let me alone. M 6
Tit. Sirrah, haft thou a knife.? come, let me fee its
Clown. God be with you, Sir, I will.
Enter Emperor and Empress, and her two sons; the Ene
peror brings the arrows in his hand, that Titus shot. Sat. HY, lords, what wrongs are these? was
But he and his shall know, that Justice lives
Tam. My gracious lord, most lovely Saturniae,
Enter Clown. How, now, good fellow, would'st thou speak with us ?
Clo. Yea, forsooth, an your Misership be Emperial. Tam. Empress 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.
Clown. Hang'd! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.
(Exit. Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monstrous villany? I know, from whence this same device proceeds : May this be borne ? as if his traiterous sons, That dy'd by law for murder of our brother, Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully? Go, drag the villain hither by the hair, Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege.