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Look, how the black Nave smiles upon the father;
As who should say, " Old lad, I am thine own.”.
He is your brother, lords ; sensibly fed
Of that self-blood, that first gave life to you;
And from that womb, where you imprison’d were,
He is infranchised, and come to light;
Nay, he's your brother by the surer fide;
Although my seal is stamped in his face.

Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the emperefs ?

Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice,
Save you the child, so we may be all safe.

Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
My son and I will have the wind of you ;
Keep there ; now talk at pleasure of your safety.

(They fit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Aar. Why, so ; brave lords, When we all join

in league,
I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean, swells not so as Aaron storms.
But say again, how many saw the child ?

Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
And no one else but the deliver'd emperess.

Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself
Two may keep countel when the third's away :
Go to the emperefs, tell her this I said

(He kills ber. Week;-week !-So cries a pig, prepar'd to the spic. Dem. What mean'lt thou, Aaron? wherefore didft

thou this?
Aar. O lord, fir, 'ris a deed of policy :
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours ?
A long-tongu'd babling gossip? no, lords, no.
And now be it known to you my full intent:
Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman,


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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 circumstance of all;
And how by this their child shall be advanic'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, my lords, ye see, I have given her phyfick;

[Peinling to ibe nurse.
And you must needs bestow her funéral;
The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms.
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But fend the midwife presently to me.
The midwife and the nurse well made away,
Then let the ladies tatele what they please.
: Cbi. Aaron, I fee, chou wilt not trust the air
With fecrets.

Dem. For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. (Exeunt.

Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in my arms,
And secretly to greet the emperefs friends.
Come on, you thick-lip'd have, I bear you hence,
For it is you that put us to our shifts;
I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots,
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat's
And cabin in a cave ; and bring you up
To be a warrior, and command a camp.


9 Go pack with him -] Pack here feems to have the meaning of make a bargais. Or it may mean, as in the phrase of modern gamesters, to act collusively. And mighty dukes pack kraves for half a crown.

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A street near the palace.
Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other

Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows
with letters on the end of them.
Tit. Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is the

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 fed—Sirs, take you to your tools.
You, cousins, shall go found the ocean,
And cast your nets; haply, you may find her in the

Yet there's as little justice as at land
No, Publius and Sempronius, you must do it,
'Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth;
Then when you come to Fluto's region,
I pray you, deliver this petition,
Tell him it is for justice, and for aid ;
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.
Ah, Rome !- Well, well, I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the people's suffrages
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 unsearch’d:
This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.

Mar. Oh, Publius, is noi this a heavy case,
To see thy noble uncle thus distract?

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. Kinimen, his sorrows 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 sends you

word, If you will have revenge from hell you shall. Marry, for justice, she is so employ'd, He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else, So that perforce you needs must 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' size, But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back ; 'Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can

bear. And fith there is no justice in earth nor hell, We will folicit heaven, and move the Gods, To send down justice 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 ApollinemAd Martem, that's for myself; Here, boy, to Pallas-here, to MercuryTo Saturn and to Cælus-not to SaturnineYou were as good to shoot against the wind. Toit, boy; Marcus-loose when I bid: O’my word, I have written to effect, There's not a God left unsolicited.


" Yet wrung with wrongs, or strain his back.

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Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court. We will alict the emperor in his pride. [They Moot.

Tit. Now, masters, 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, what halt thou done? See, fee, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my lord; when Publius

shot, The bull being galld, 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 chuse 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 heav'n; Marcus, the post is come, Sirrah, what tidings ? have you any letters ? Shall I have juftice? what says Jupiter ?

Clown. Who? 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. Ay, of my pigeons, sir, nothing else.
Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Clown. From heaven? alas, sir, I never came there. God forbid, I should be so bold to press, into heaven

* -I am a mile beyond be moon ;] The folios 1623 and 1632 read,

I aym a mile beyond the moon. STEEVENS.

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