of Titus Andronicus.
18981760Ioine with the
Gothes, and with reuengefull warre,
18991761Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude,
19001762And vengeance on the traitour
Saturnine.
19011763Titus. Publius how now, how now my Ma
sters,
19031765Publius. No my good Lord, but
Pluto sends you word,
19041766If you will haue reuenge from hell you
shall,
19051767Marrie for Iu
stice
shee is
so imploid,
19061768He thinks with
Ioue in heauen, or
somewhere el
se,
19071769So that perforce you mu
st needs
staie a time.
19081770Titus. He doth me wrong to feede me with delaies,
19091771Ile diue into the burning lake belowe,
19101772And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles.
19111773M
arcus we are but
shrubs, no Cedars wee,
19121774No big-boand-men framde of the Cyclops
size,
19131775But mettall M
arcus,
steele to the verie backe,
19141776Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can beare:
19151777And
sith ther's no iu
stice in earth nor hell,
19161778We will
sollicite heauen and moue the Gods,
19171779To
send downe Iu
stice for to wreake our wrongs:
19181780Come to this geare, you are a good Archer M
arcus,
19201782Ad Iouem, thats for you, here
ad Apollonem,
19221784Here boy to
Pallas, here to M
ercurie,
19231785To
Saturnine, to
Caius, not to
Saturnine,
19241786You were as good to
shoote again
st the winde.
19251787Too it boy, M
arcus loo
se when I bid,
19261788Of my word I haue written to e
ffe
ct,
19271789Ther's not a God left vn
sollicited.
19281790Marcus. Kin
semen,
shoot all your
shafts into the Court,
19291791Wee will a
ffli
ct the Emperour in his pride.
19301792Titus. Now Ma
sters draw, Oh well
said L
ucius,
19311793Good boy in
Virgoes lappe, giue it
Pallas.
19321794Marcus. My Lord, I aime a mile beyond the Moone,
H Your