Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? See, fee, thou'ft shot off one of Taurus' horns.

Mar. This was the fport, my Lord; when Pu blius fhot,

The bull being galled, gave Aries such a knock, That down fell both the ram's horns in the court, And who fhould find them but the Emprefs' villain: She laughed, and told the Moor, he fhould not chufe But give them to his mafter for a prefent.

Tit. Why, there it goes. God give your Lordship joy!

Enter a Clown with a basket and two Pigeons. News, news from heaven; 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 hanged 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, didit thou not come from heaven?
Clown. From heaven? alas, Sir, I never came
there. God forbid, I should be fo bold to prefs
into heaven 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 fhalt have juftice at his hands.

Hold, hold--mean while here's money for thy charges. Give me a pen and ink.

Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? Clown. Ay, Sir.

Tit. Then here's 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 see 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 Falace.

[Exeunt

Enter Emperor and Emprefs, and her two Sons; the Emperor brings the arrows in his hand that Titus fhot.

Sat. Why, Lords, what wrongs are these? was ever seen

An Emperor of Rome thus over-born,

Troubled, confronted thus, and, for th' extent
Of equal juftice, ufed 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 old Andronicus. And what an if
His forrows have so overwhelmed his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness ?
And now he writes to heaven for his redrefs.
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury,
This to Apollo, this to the god of war;
Sweet fcrolls to fly about the streets of Rome !
What's this but libelling against the Senate,
And blazoning our injuftice every where?
A goodly humour, is it not, my Lords?
As who would fay, in Rome no juftice were.
But if I live, his feigned ecftafies

Shall be no fhelter to thefe outrages:
But he and his fhall know, that justice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom if the fleep,
He'll fo awake, as fhe in fury fhall
Cut off the proudest conspirator 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,
Whofe lofs hath pierced him deep, and fcarred his
And rather comfort his diftreffed plight,
Than profecute the meanest, or the best,
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. [Afide.
Enter Clown.

[heart;

How now, good fellow, would't thou fpeak with

us?

Clow. Yea, forfooth, an your mistership 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 prefently. Clow. How much money must I have?

Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hanged. Clow. Hanged! by'r Lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.

Sat. Defpiteful and intolerable wrongs, Shall I endure this monftrous villainy?

[Exit.

I know from whence this fame device proceeds:
May this be borne? as if his traitorous fons
That dy'd by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully?
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair,
Nor age nor honour fhall thape privilege.
For this proud mock I'll be thy flaughter-man;
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp'ft to make me great,
In hope thyfelf should govern Rome and me.

Enter EMILIUS. (24)

Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius?

[caufe;

Emil. Arm, my Lords; Rome never had more

(24) Enter Nuntius Æmilius.] Thus the old books have defcribed this character; and I believe I can account for the formality, from the ignorance of the editors. In the Author's manufcript, I presume, 'twas writ, enter Nuntius; and they obferving, that he is immediately called Æmilius, thought proper to give him his whole title, and fo clapped in, enter Nuntius Emilius.-Mr Pope has very critically followed them; and ought methinks to have given his newadopted citizen Nuntius a place in the dramatis perfonæ.. If this gentleman has difcovered any Roman family that had the prenomen of Nuntius, it is a fecret I dare fay more than Carifius, Diomedes Grammatius, or the Falli Capito

The Goths have gathered head, and with a power
Of high refolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under the conduct
Of Lucius, fon to old Andronicus:

Who threats in courfe of his revenge to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
Thefe tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with froft, or grafs beat down with ftorms,
Ay, now begin our forrows to approach;
"Tis he the common people love fo much :
Myself hath often over-heard them fay,
(When I have walked like a private man)
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, [peror.
And they have wished that Lucius were their Em-
Tam. Why fhould you fear? is not our city frong?
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lueius,
And will revolt from me, to fuccour him.
Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy
Is the fun dim'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle fuffers little birds to fing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby,
Knowing, that with the fhadow of his wings
He can at pleafure ftint their melody;

[name.

Even fo may't thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy fpirit, for know, thou Emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fifh, or honey ftalks to fheep;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious food.

Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us.

lini, were ever acquainted withal. Shakespeare meant no more than, enter Emilius as a meffenger. This fort of character is always distinguished in the Greek and Roman plays by the fingle title of dyysλos, and Nuntius.