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Tit. Why, there it goes: God give your lordship
Enter a Clown, with a Basket and two Pigeons.
Clown. Hol 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. Tut, what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Clown. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life,
Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier ?
Clown. 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 pi. geons to the tribunal plebs, to take up a matter 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.
410 Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace ?
Clown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. Tit. Sirrah, come hither; make no more a lo,
But give your pigeons to the emperor :
421 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, şir; see you do it bravely.
Clown. I warrant you, sir ; let me alone.
Tit. Sirrah, hąst thou a knife? Come, let me see it.
Clown. God be with you, sir; I will.
The Palace. Enter Emperor, and Emperess, and her two
Sons; the Emperor brings the Arrows in his Hand, that
An emperor of Rome thus over-borne,
Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent
And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Enter Clown. How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with
us? Clown. Yes, forsooth, an your mistership be em
perial, Tit. Emperess I am, but yonder sits the emperor.
1 Clown, 'Tis he.-God and saint Stephen, give you
good den: / I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here.
[The Emperor reads the Letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently. Clown. How much money must I have ? Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.
Clown. Hang'd! By'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.
[ Exit. Sat. Despightful and intolerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? I know from whence this same device proceeds: May this be borne - as if his traiterous sons, That dy'd by law for murder of our brother, Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully :
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair ;
Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius?
more cause !
Sat. Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths ?
510 Tam. Why should you fear? is not our city strong?
Sat. Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;