Clow. Alas, Sir, I know not Jupiter, I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clow. Ay, of my pigeons, Sir, nothing else. Tit. Why, didft thou not come from heav'n ? Clow. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid, I fhould be fo bold to prefs 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? Clow. 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 juftice at his hands. Hold, hold-mean while here's money for thy charges. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? 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; see, you do it bravely. Clow. 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; Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. [Exeunt. SCENE, the Palace. Enter Emperor and Empress, and her two fons; the Emperor brings the arrows in his hand, that Titus fhot. Sat. WH WHY,Lords, what wrongs are these? was ever seen Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past, Tam. My gracious Lord, my lovely Saturnine, Th' effects of forrow for his valiant fons, Whose lofs hath pierc'd him deep, and scarr'd his heart; For these contempts---Why, thus it shall become But, But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick, Enter Clown. [Afide. How now, good fellow, would't thou speak with us? Clow. Yea, forfooth, an your mifterfhip be emperial. Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperor. Clow. '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. Clow. How much money must I have? Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hang'd. Cloru. Hang'd! by'r Lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs, I know, from whence this fame device proceeds: Nor [Exit. age nor honour fhall fhape privilege. Enter Æmilius. (24) (24) 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 fo clapp'd in Enter Nuntius Æmilius.-Mr. Pope has very critically followed them; and ought, methinks, to have given his newadopted citizen Nuntius a place in the Dramatis Perfone. If this gentleman has difcovered any Roman family, that had the Prænomen of Nuntius; it is a fecret, dare fay, more than Carifius, Diomedes Grammaticus, or the Fafti Capitolini, were ever acquainted withal. ShakeSpeare meant no more than, Enter Emilius as a Messenger. This fort of character is always diftinguished in the Greek and Roman plays by the fingle title of ayyehog, and Nuntius. Sat. Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm, my Lords; Rome never had more caufe; They hither march amain, under the conduct Who threats in courfe of his revenge to do As much as ever Coriolanus did. Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths? And they have with'd, that Lucius were their Emperor. 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, The other rotted with delicious food. Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us. (To Æmilius. Say, Say, that the Emperor requests a parley Bid him demand what pledge will pleafe him beft. And bury all thy fear in my devices. [Exit. Sat. Then go fuccefsfully, and plead to him. [Exit. SCENE, A Camp, at a fmall diftance from Rome. Enter Lucius with Goths, with drum and foldiers. LUCIUS. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, have received letters from great Rome, Which fignify, what hate they bear their Emp'ror, Let him make treble fatisfaction. Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus, Omn. And, as he faith, so say we all with him. M Luc. |