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  • Title: Titus Andronicus (Folio, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Titus Andronicus (Folio, 1623)

    Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnes, making a noyse
    700with hounds and hornes, and Marcus.
    Tit. The hunt is vp, the morne is bright and gray,
    The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are greene,
    Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay,
    And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride,
    705And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale,
    That all the Court may eccho with the noyse.
    Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours,
    To attend the Emperours person carefully:
    I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night,
    710But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.
    Winde Hornes.
    Heere a cry of houndes, and winde hornes in a peale, then
    Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lauinia, Chiron, De-
    metrius, and their Attendants.
    715Ti. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie,
    Madam to you as many and as good.
    I promised your Grace, a Hunters peale.
    Satur. And you haue rung it lustily my Lords,
    Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies.
    720Bass. Lauinia, how say you?
    Laui. I say no:
    I haue bene awake two houres and more.
    Satur. Come on then, horse and Chariots let vs haue,
    And to our sport: Madam, now shall ye see,
    725Our Romaine hunting.
    Mar. I haue dogges my Lord,
    Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase,
    And clime the highest Pomontary top.
    Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game
    730Makes way, and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine
    Deme. Chiron
    The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus. 37
    Deme. Chiron we hunt not we, with Horse nor Hound
    But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground. Exeunt
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