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A Street near the Palace. Enter Titus, old MARCUS, young Lucius, and other Gentleman with Bows; and Titus bears the Arrows with Letters on the Ends of them.

Tit. Come, Marcus, come ;-Kinsmen, this is the

way: Sir boy, now let me see your archery ; Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Terras Astrea reliquit:-be you remember'd Marcus.She's gone, she's fled.--Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean,

321 And cast your nets; haply,, you may find her in the

Yet there's as little justice as at land
No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth;
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,
I pray you, deliver him this petition :
Tell him, it is for justice, and for aid ;
And that it comes from old Andronicus,

Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome. -
Ah, Rome !-Well, well; I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the people's suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.-
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unsearch'd;

This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.

Mar. O, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
To see thy noble, uncle thus distract?

Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
By day and night to attend him carefully ;
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
?Till time beget some careful remedy.

Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past 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 masters,
What, have you met with her?

350 Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you

If you will have revenge from hell, you shall : '
Marry, for justice, she is so employ’d,
He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,
So that perforce you needs must 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 shrubs, no cedars we;
No big-bond men, fram’d of the Cyclops' size; 360
But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back ;
Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can

bear :
And șith there is no justice in earth nor hell,
We will solicit heaven; and move the gods,


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To send down justice for to wreak our wrongs:
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.

[He gives them the Arrows.
Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem :-
Ad Martem, that's for myself;—
Here, boy, to Pallas :—Here to Mercury :-
To Saturn, and to Cælus; not to Saturnine,- 370
You were as good to shoot against the wind.
To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid :
O’my word, I have written to effect;
There's not a god left unsolicited.
Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the

court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw [ They shoot. ] O, well said,

Good boy, in virgo's lap, give it to Pallas.

Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon;
Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

380 Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done ? See, see, thou hast 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 emperess' villain? She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he should not

choose 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 heaven! Marcus, the post is come. Sirrah, what tidings have you any letters ?

391 Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter ?

Clown. Hol 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; 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. 400
Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Clown. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there: God forbid, I should be so bold to press to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pi. geons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's


from you.

Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve for your oration ; and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor

410 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 hitlier; make no more a lo,


But give your pigeons to the emperor :
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold, hold ;-mean while, here's money for thy

Give me a pen and ink.
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a siupplication:
Clown. Ay, sir.

421 Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And swhen 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. I'll be at hand, şir; see you do it bravely.

Clown. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone.

Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration ;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant :-
And when thou hast given it the emperor, 431
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




The Palace. Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two

Sons; the Emperor brings the Arrows in his Hand, that
TITUS shot.
Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was

ever seen

An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,



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