19331795Your letter is with Iubiter by this.

19341796Titus. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?

19351797See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.

19361798Marcus. This was the sport my Lord, when Publius shot

19371799The Bull being galde, gaue Aries such a knocke,

19381800That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,

19391801And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine:

19401802Shee laught, and tolde the Moore hee should not choose,

19411803But giue them to his Master for a present.

19421804Titus. Why there it goes, God giue his Lordship ioy.

19441806Clowne. Newes, newes from heauen,

19451807Marcus the Poast is come.

19461808Titus. Sirra what tidings, haue you any letters,

19471809Shall I haue iustice, what saies Iubiter?

19481810Clowne. Ho the Gibbetmaker? Hee saies that he hath

19491811taken them downe againe, for the man must not be hangd

19501812till the next weeke.

19511813Titus. But what saies Iubiter I aske thee?

19521814Clowne. Alas sir, I know not Iubiter,

19531815I neuer dranke with him in all my life.

19541816Titus. Why villaine art not thou the Carrier.

19551817Clowne. I of my pidgeons sir, nothing els.

19561818Titus. Why didst thou not come from heauen?

19571819Clowne. From heauen, alas sir, I neuer came there,

19581820God forbid I should be so bolde, to presse to heauen in my

19591821 young daies:

1822Why I am going with my pidgeons to the tribunall

19601823 Plebs, to take vp a matter of brawle betwixt my Vncle,

19611824 and one of the Emperals men.

19621825Marcus. Why sir, that is as fit as can bee to serue for

19631826 your Oration, and let him deliuer the pidgeons to the

19641827 Emperour from you.