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And substituted in the place of mine,
[Pointing to the Nurse.
Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air With secrets.
Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
[Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse.
puts us to our shifts : I'll make
feed on berries, and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave; and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp.
SCENE III. The same. A public Place. Enter Titus, bearing Arrows, with Letters at the
ends of them; with him MARCUS, Young LuCIUS, and other Gentlemen, with Bows. Tit. Cóme, Marcus, come;-Kinsmen, this is the
way: Sir boy, now let me see your archery; Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight: Terras Astrea reliquit :
Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.
Mar. 0, Publius, is not this a heavy case,
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 some careful remedy.
Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past 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?
you met with her ? Pub. No, my good lord: but Pluto sends you
word If you will have revenge from hell, you shall:
Marry, for Justice she is so employ’d,
Tit. He doth me wrong, to feed me with delays.
[He gives them the Arrows.
my word, I have written to effect;
court+ : We will afflict the emperor in his pride. 1 Revenge.
2 Gear is here put for matter, business. 3 Caius appears to have been one of the kinsmen of Titus. Publius and Caius are again mentioned, Act v. Sc. 2. Steevens would read Cælus, as there was a Roman deity of that name.
4 In the ancient ballad, Titus Andronicus's Complaint, is the following passage :
* Then past releife I upp and downe did goe,
And for revenge to hell did often cry.'
Tit. Now, masters, draw. [They shoot.] 0, well
said, Lucius ! 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 hast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Pub
lius shot, The bull being gall’d, 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 laugh’d, 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
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 hang'd 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
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
5 The Clown means to say, plebeian tribune; i.e. tribune of the people. Hanmer supposes that he means tribunus plebs.
of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's
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 ;--mean while, 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 you do it bravely.
Clo. I warrant you, sir; let me alone.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
Clo. God be with you, sir; I will.