You were as good to shoot against the wind. There's not a God left unfollicited. Mar. Kinfmen, fhoot all your fhafts into the Court, We will afflict the Emperor in his pride. [They shoot Tit. Now, mafters, draw; oh well faid, Lucius: Good boy in Virgo's lap, give it to Pallas. Mar. My lord, I am a mile beyond the moon; Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha, Publius, Publius, ha! what haft thou done? See, fee, thou'ft fhot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my Lord, when Publius fhot The bull being gall'd, gave Aries fuch a knock, That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court, And who should find them but the Emprefs' villain? She laugh'd, and told the Moor he should not chufe 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 heav'n; Marcus, the poft is come. Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters? Shall I have juftice, what lays Jupiter? Clow. Who the gibbet-maker? he fays that he hath taken them down again, for the man must not be hang’d 'till the next week. Tit. Tut, what fays Jupiter? I ask thee? I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clow. From heav'n? alas, Sir, I never came there. God forbid I fhould be fo bold to prefs into heav'n 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, Sir, that is as fit as can be to ferve for your oration, and let him deliver the pigeons to the Emperor from you. • He incans to fay, tribunus plebis, i Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the Emperor with a grace? Clown.Nay truly,Sir, 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 mony for thy charges. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a fupplication? 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, Sir, fee you do it bravely. Clow. I warrant you, Sir, 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 the Emperor, Knock at my door, and tell me what he fays. Clow. God be with you, Sir, will. Tit. Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. [Exe. Enter Emperor and Emprefs, and ber two Sons; the Em- Troubled, confronted thus, and for th' extent My Lords, you know, as do the mightful Gods, Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath past, Sweet Sweet fcrowls to fly abont the streets of Rome. [Afide. How now, good fellow, would't thou fpeak with us? Clow. Yea forfooth, and your Mistership be Emperial. Tam. Emprefs I am, but yonder fits the Emperor. Clow. 'Tis he: God and St. Stephen give you good-e'en, I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. [He reads the letter. Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him prefently, Clow. How much mony muft I have? Tam. Come, firrah, thou must be hang'd. Clow. Hang'd by 'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end. Sat. Defpightful and intolerable wrongs! Shall I endure this monftrous villainy? I know from whence this fame device proceeds: [Exit. Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully? Sat. What news with thee, Æmilius? Emil. Arm,my Lords, arm; Rome never had more cause ; The Goths have gather'd head, and with a power Of high-refolved men, bent to the spoil, They hither march amain, under the conduct Who threats in courfe of his revenge to do Sat. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths ? And they have with'd that Lucius were their Emperor. Tam. King, be thy thoughts imperious like thy name. And is not cateful what they mean thereby, With words more fweet, and yet more dangerous Sat. Sat. But he will not intreat his fon for us. Yet fhould both ear and heart obey my tongue. Say, that the Emperor requests a parley [To Æmilius. Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting. Bid him demand what pledge will please him beft. And bury all thy fear in my devices. [Exit. Sat. Then go fuccefsfully and plead to him. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Luc. A Camp at a Small Distance from Rome. A Enter Lucius with Goths, with Drum and Soldiers. Goth. Brave flip, fprung from the great Andronicus, Omn. And as he faith, fo fay we all with him, F Luc. |