Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

Chi. Aaron, I fee, thou wilt not trust the air With fecrets.

Dem. For this care of Tamora,

Her felf and hers are highly bound to thee.

[Exeunt.

Aar. Now to the Goths, as fwift as Swallow flies,
There to difpofe this treasure in my arms,
And fecretly to greet the Emprefs' friends.
Come on, you thick-lip'd flave, I bear you hence,
For it is you that put us to our fhifts:

I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,
And feed on curds and whey, and fuck the goat,
And cabin in a cave; and bring you up

To be a warrior, and command a camp.

SCENE, a Street near the Palace.

[Exit.

Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the end of them.

Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinfmen, this is the way. Sir boy, now let me fee your archery.

Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there ftraight; Terras Aftraa reliquit - be you remember'd, MarcusShe' gone, fhe's fled— Sirs, take

you

to your tools; You, coufins, fhall go found the ocean,

And caft your nets; haply, you may find her in the feas 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,
And pierce the inmoft centre of the earth:
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver this petition,
Tell him it is for juftice, and for aid;
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with forrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Rome! Well, well, I made thee miferable,
What time I threw the people's fuffrages
On him, that thus doth tyrannize o'er m2.

Go, get you gone, and, pray, be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unfearch'd;
This wicked Emperor may have fhip'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.
Mar. Oh Publius, is not this a heavy cafe,
To fee thy noble uncle thus diftract?

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. Kinfmen, his forrows are pait remedy.
Join with the Goths, and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude.
And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mafters, What, have you met with her?

Pub. No, my good lord, but Pluto fends you word, If you will have revenge from hell, you shall: Marry, for juftice, fhe is fo employ'd,

He thinks, with Jove in heav'n, or fomewhere 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.
Marcus, we are but fhrubs, no cedars we,

No big-bon'd men, fram'd of the Cyclops' fize;
But metal, Marcus, fteel to th' very back;

Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear.
And fith there is no juftice in earth nor hell,
We will follicit heav'n, and move the Gods,
To fend down juftice for to wreak our wrongs:
Come, to this gear; you're a good archer, Marcus.

[He gives them the arrows. here, ad Apollinem

felf;

Ad Jovem, that's for you -
Ad Martem, that's for my
Here, boy, to Pallas here, to Mercury
To Saturn and to Cælus

not to Saturnine

You were as good to fhoot against the wind.
To it, boy; Marcus loote when I bid:
O' my word, I have written to effect,

There's

There's not a God left unfollicited.

Mar. Kinfmen, fhoot all your fhafts into the Court, We will afflict the Emperor in his pride.. [They Shoot. Tit Now, masters, draw; oh, well faid, 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 haft thou done See, fee, thou'ft shot 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 give them to his mafter 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 heav'n; Marcus, the poft is come.
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
Shall I have juftice, what fays Jupiter?

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 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:
Tit. Why, didft thou not come from heav'n ?

Clown. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid, I fhould be fo bold to press 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?

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 shalt have justice at his hands.

Hold, hold mean while, here's mony 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.

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 ;
And when thou haft given it the Emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me, what he says.
Clown. God be with you, Sir, I will.

Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me.

SCENE, the Palace.

[Exeunt.

Enter Emperor and Empress, and her two fons; the Em-· peror brings the arrows in his hand, that Titus fhot.

Sat.

HY,
lords, what wrongs are these? was ever
feen

An Emperor of Rome thus over-borne,

Troubled, confronted thus, and for th' extent
Of equal juftice, us'd in fuch contempt?
My lords, you know, as do the mightful Gods,
(However the disturbers of our peace

Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past,
But even with law against the wilful fons

Of

Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His forrows have fo overwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenfie, and his bitterness ?
And now he writes to heav'n for his redress.
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury,
This to Apollo, this to the God of war :
Sweet fcrouls, to fly about the ftreets of Rome!
What's this but libelling against the Senate,
And blazoning our injuftice ev'ry where ?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
As who would fay, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feigned ecftafies

Shall be no fhelter to thefe outrages:

But he and his fhall know, that Juftice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep,
He'll fo awake, as fhe in fury shall
Cut off the proud'ft confpirator that lives.
Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thought,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
Th' effects of forrow for his valiant fons,

Whose lofs hath pierc'd him deep, and fearr'd his heart; And rather comfort his diftreffed plight,

Than profecute the meaneft, or the beft,

For these contempts

Why, thus it fhall become

High-witted Tamora to glofe with all:

But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wife,
Then is all fafe, the anchor's in the port.

Enter Clown.

[Afide.

How, now, good fellow, would'ft thou speak with us?
Clo. Yea, forfooth, an your Mistership 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.
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him prefently.
L 4

Clown.