[thou this?

DEM. What mean'ft thou, Aaron? Wherefore didft
AAR. O, lord, fir, 'tis a deed of policy:
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours?
A long-tongu'd babbling goffip? no, lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent.
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman,
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;
His child is like to her, fair as you are:

Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,
And tell them both the circumftance of all;
And how by this their child fhall be advanc'd,
And be received for the emperor's heir,
And substituted in the place of mine,
To calm this tempeft whirling in the court;
And let the emperor dandle him for his own.

Hark ye, lords; ye fee, that I have given her phyfick,
[Pointing to the Nurse.

And

you

muft needs beftow her funeral;

The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:
This done, fee that you take no longer days,
But fend the midwife prefently to me.
The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please.
CHI. Aaron, I fee, thou wilt not truft the air
With fecrets.

DEM. For this care of Tamora,

Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.

[Exeunt DEM. and CHI. bearing off the Nurfe, AAR. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And fecretly to greet the emprefs' friends.

Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts :

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I'll make

you feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and fuck the goat, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up

To be a warrior, and command a camp.

SCENE III. The fame. A publick Place.

[Exit.

Enter TITUS, bearing arrows, with letters at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, young LUCIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows.

TIT. Come, Marcus, come;-Kinfmen, this is the way:Sir boy, now let me fee your archery ;

Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight:
Terras Aftræa reliquit :

Be you remember'd, Marcus, fhe's gone, fhe's fled.
Sir, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall
Go found the ocean, and cast your nets;
Happily you may find her in the fea;
Yet there's as little juftice as at land :—

No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it ;
'Tis you must dig with mattock, and with spade,
And pierce the inmost center of the earth :
Then, when you come to Pluto's region,

I

pray you, deliver him this petition :

Tell him, it is for juftice, and for aid;

And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with forrows in ungrateful Rome.-
Ah, Rome!-Well, well; I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the people's fuffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize o'er me.-
Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unfearch'd ;.
This wicked emperor may have fhipp'd her hence,
And, kinfmen, then we may go pipe for justice.

MAR. O, Publius, is not this a heavy cafe,
To fee thy noble uncle thus diftract?

PUB. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
By day and night to attend him carefully;
And feed his humour kindly as we may,

Till time beget fome careful remedy.

MAR. Kinfmen, his forrows are paft remedy.

Join with the Goths; and with revengeful war
Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude,

And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.

TIT. Publius, how now? how now, my masters? What, Have you met with her?

PUB. No, my good lord; but Pluto fends

you word

If
you will have
from hell,
revenge
you fhall:
Marry, for Juftice, fhe is fo employ'd,

He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else,
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.

TIT. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays.

I'll dive into the burning lake below,

And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.-
Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we;

No big-bon❜d men, fram'd of the Cyclops' fize:

But metal, Marcus, fteel to the very back;

Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear:

And, fith there is no juftice in earth nor hell,
We will folicit heaven; and move the gods,

To fend down juftice for to wreak our wrongs:
Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus.
[He gives them the arrows.

Ad Jovem, that's for you :-Here, ad Apollinem:
Ad Martem, that's for myself;-

Here, boy, to Pallas :-Here, to Mercury:

To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine,—

You were as good to shoot against the wind.-
To it, boy. Marcus, loose when I bid:

O' my word, I have written to effect;

There's not a god left unfolicited.

MAR. Kinsmen, fhoot all your fhafts into the court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride.

[Lucius! TIT. Now, masters, draw. [They Shoot.] O, well faid,

Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas.

MAR. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon ; Your letter is with Jupiter by this.

TIT. Ha! Publius, Publius, what haft thou done! See, fee, thou haft fhot off one of Taurus' horns.

MAR. This was the fport, my lord; when Publius fhot, The bull being gall'd, gave Aries fuch a knock That down fell both the rams' horns in the court; And who fhould find them but the emprefs' villain? She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he fhould not choose But give them to his master for a present.

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 justice? what says Jupiter?

GLO. Ho! the gibbet-maker? he fays, that he hath taken them down again, for the man muft not be hang'd till the next week.

TIT. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

GLO. Alas, fir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.

TIT. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

CLO. Ay, of my pigeons, fir; nothing else.

TIT. Why, didft thou not come from heaven?

CLO. From heaven? alas, fir, I never came there: God

forbid, I fhould be fo bold to prefs to 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, fir, 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?

CLO. Nay, truly, fir, 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 shalt have justice 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?
CLO. Ay, fir.

TIT. Then here is 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, fir; fee you do it bravely.

CLO. I warrant you, fir; let me alone.

TIT Sirrah, haft thou a knife? Come, let me fee it,
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;

For thou haft made it like an humble fuppliant
And when thou haft given it to the emperor,

Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
CLO. God be with you, fir; I will.

TIT. Come, Marcus, let's go : Publius, follow me.

SCENE IV. The fame. Before the Palace.
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[Exeunt.