18681730Titus. Come Marcus, come, kinsemen this is the way,

18691731Sir boy let me see your Archerie,

18701732Looke yee draw home inough and tis there straight,

18711733Terras Astrea reliquit, be you remembred Marcus,

18721734Shees gone, shees fled, sirs take you to your tooles,

18731735You Cosens shall goe sound the Ocean,

18741736And cast your nets, happilie you may catch her in the sea,

18751737Yet ther's as little iustice as at land:

18761738No Publius and Sempronius, you must doe it,

18771739Tis you must dig with mattocke and with spade,

18781740And pierce the inmost Center of the earth,

18791741Then when you come to Plutoes Region,

18801742I pray you deliuer him this petition,

18811743Tell him it is for iustice and for aide,

18821744And that it comes from olde Andronicus

18831745Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome.

18841746Ah Rome, well, well, I made thee miserable,

18851747What time I threw the peoples suffrages

18861748On him that thus doth tyrrannize ore mee.

18871749Goe get you gone, and pray be carefull all,

18881750And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht,

18891751This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence,

18901752And kinsemen then we may goe pipe for iustice.

18911753Marcus. O Publius, is not this a heauie case

18921754To see thy Noble Vnkle thus distract?

18931755Publius. Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes,

18941756By daie and night t'attend him carefullie:

18951757And feede his humour kindly as we may,

18961758Till time beget some carefull remedie.

18971759Marcus. Kinsmen his sorrowes are past remedie

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 Masters,

19021764What haue you met with her?

19031765Publius. No my good Lord, but Pluto sends you word,

19041766If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall,

19051767Marrie for Iustice shee is so imploid,

19061768He thinks with Ioue in heauen, or somewhere else,

19071769So that perforce you must 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.

19111773Marcus we are but shrubs, no Cedars wee,

19121774No big-boand-men framde of the Cyclops size,

19131775But mettall Marcus, steele to the verie backe,

19141776Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can beare:

19151777And sith ther's no iustice in earth nor hell,

19161778We will sollicite heauen and moue the Gods,

19171779To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wrongs:

19181780Come to this geare, you are a good Archer Marcus,

19201782Ad Iouem, thats for you, here ad Apollonem,

19211783Ad Martem, thats for myselfe,

19221784Here boy to Pallas, here to Mercurie,

19231785To Saturnine, to Caius, not to Saturnine,

19241786You were as good to shoote against the winde.

19251787Too it boy, Marcus loose when I bid,

19261788Of my word I haue written to effect,

19271789Ther's not a God left vnsollicited.

19281790Marcus. Kinsemen, shoot all your shafts into the Court,

19291791Wee will afflict the Emperour in his pride.

19301792Titus. Now Masters draw, Oh well said Lucius,

19311793Good boy in Virgoes lappe, giue it Pallas.

19321794Marcus. My Lord, I aime a mile beyond the Moone,

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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.

19651828Titus. Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Em-

19661829perour with a grace.

19671830Clowne. Nay truelie sir, I could neuer say grace in all

19681831my life.

19691832Titus. Sirra come hither, make no more adoo,

19701833But giue your pidgeons to the Emperour,

19711834By mee thou shalt haue iustice at his hands,

19721835Hold, hold, meanewhile here's money for thy charges,

19731836Giue me pen and inke.

19741837Sirra, can you with a grace deliuer vp a Supplication?

19751838Clowne. I sir.

19761839Titus. Then here is a Supplication for you, and when you

19771840come to him, at the first approch you must kneele, then

19781841kisse his foote, then deliuer vp your pidgeons, and then

19791842looke for your reward. Ile bee at hand sir, see you doe it

19801843brauelie.

19811844Clowne. I warrant you sir, let me alone.

19821845Titus. Sirra hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.

19831846Here Marcus, fold it in the Oration,

19841847For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant.

19851848And when thou hast giuen it to the Emperour,

19861849Knocke at my doore, and tell me what he saies.

19871850Clowne. God be with you sir, I will. Exit.

19881851Titus. Come Marcus let vs goe, Publius follow mee.