Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns.

Mar. This was the sport, my lord. When Publius shot, The bull, being galled, gave Aries such a knock, That down fell both the ram's horns in the court; And who should find them but the empress' villain? She laughed, and told the Moor, he should 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 post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

Clo. Ho! the gibbet-maker? He says, that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the next week.

Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

Clo. Alas, sir, 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, sir; nothing else.

Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Clo. From heaven? Alas, sir, I never came there. God forbid, I should be so bold to press 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 imperial's men.

Mar. Why, sir, that is as fit as can be, to serve 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, sir, I could never say 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;-meanwhile, here's money for thy charges.
Give me a pen and ink.-

Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication?
Clo. Ay, sir.

Tit. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you come to him, at the first approach, you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for your reward; I'll be at hand, sir. See See you do it bravely.

Come, let me see it.

Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hast thou a knife?
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;

For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.-
And when thou hast given it to the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.

Tit. Come, Marcus, let's go;-Publius, follow me.

SCENE IV. The same.

[Exeunt.

Before the Palace.

Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, CHIRON, DEMETRIUS, Lords, and others; SATURNINUS with the arrows in his hand that TITUS shot.

Sat. Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen An emperor of Rome thus overborne,

Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent

Of egal justice, used in such contempt?

My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,
However these disturbers of our peace

Buzz in the people's ears, there nought hath passed,
But even with law, against the wilful sons

Of old Andronicus. And what an if.

His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks,
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress.
See, here's to Jove, and this to Mercury;
This to Apollo; this to the god of war;
Sweet scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What's this but libelling against the senate,
And blazoning our injustice everywhere?
A goodly humor, is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But, if I live, his feigned ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages;
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus' health; whom, if she sleep,
He'll so awake, as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.

Tam. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,

Whose loss hath pierced him deep, and scarred his heart; And rather comfort his distressed plight,

Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,

For these contempts. Why, thus it shall become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all.

But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out; if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.-

Enter Clown.

[Aside.

How now, good fellow? Wouldst thou speak with us? Clo. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be imperial. Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. Clo. 'Tis he.-God, and saint Stephen, give you good. den. I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here. [SAT. reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Clo. How much money must I have?

Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.

Clo. Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. [Exit, guarded.

Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?

I know from whence this same device proceeds;
May this be borne?-as if his traitorous sons,
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butchered wrongfully.-
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age, nor honor, shall shape privilege.
For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughterman;
Sly, frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me.

Enter EMILIUS.

What news with thee, Æmilius?

Emil. Arm, arm, my lords; Rome never had more cause! The Goths have gathered head; and with a power

Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,

They hither march amain, under conduct

Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;

Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head,

As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms. Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach. 'Tis he the common people love so much; Myself hath often overheard them say, (When I have walked like a private man,) That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,

And they have wished that Lucius was their emperor. Tam. Why should you fear? Is not your city strong? Sat. Ay, but the citizens favor Lucius;

And will revolt from me, to succor him.

Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

And is not careful what they mean thereby;
Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,
He can at pleasure stint their melody;
Even so mayst thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then cheer thy spirit; for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus,

With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious food.

Sat. But he will not entreat his son for us.
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will;
For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,

Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.-
Go thou before, be our ambassador;
Say, that the emperor requests a parley

Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting,

[To ÆMIL.

Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
Sat. Emilius, do this message honorably;
And if he stand on hostage for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.
Emil. Your bidding shall I do effectually.

[Exit EMILIUS.

Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him with all the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blithe again,

And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Sat. Then go successfully, and plead to him. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Plains near Rome.

Enter LUCIUS and Goths, with drum and colors.

Luc. Approved warriors, and my_faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome,
Which signify what hate they bear their emperor,
And how desirous of our sight they are.

Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs;
And, wherein Rome hath done you any scath,
Let him make treble satisfaction.

1 Goth. Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Whose high exploits and honorable deeds,
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us; we'll follow where thou lead'st,-
Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day,
Led by their master to the flowered fields,-
And be avenged on cursed Tamora.

Goths. And, as he saith, so say we all with him.
Luc. I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

Enter a Goth, leading AARON, with his Child in his arms.
2 Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troops I strayed,
To gaze upon a ruinous monastery;
And as I earnestly did fix mine eye
Upon the wasted building, suddenly

I heard a child cry underneath a wall.

I made unto the noise; when soon I heard

The crying babe controlled with this discourse:
Peace, tawny slave; half me, and half thy dam!
Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art,
Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look,
Villain, thou might'st have been an emperor;
But where the bull and cow are both milk-white,
They never do beget a coal-black calf.

Peace, villain, peace!-even thus he rates the babe-
For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth;

Who, when he knows thou art the empress' babe,

Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake.

With this my weapon drawn, I rushed upon him,