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Look, how the black Nave smiles upon the father;
Nur. Aaron, what shall I say unto the emperefs ?
Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult.
(They fit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his? Aar. Why, so ; brave lords, When we all join
Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,
Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself
(He kills ber. Week;-week !-So cries a pig, prepar'd to the spic. Dem. What mean'lt thou, Aaron? wherefore didft
His wife but yesternight was brought to bed,
[Peinling to ibe nurse.
Dem. For this care of Tamora,
Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
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.
A street near the palace.
Gentlemen with bows; and Titus bears the arrows
Mar. Oh, Publius, is noi this a heavy case,
Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns,
And feed his humour kindly as we may,
Mar. Kinimen, his sorrows are paft remedy:
Tit. Publius, how now ? how now, my masters,
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.
-] To wring a horse is to press
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,
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, into heaven
* -I am a mile beyond be moon ;] The folios 1623 and 1632 read,
I aym a mile beyond the moon. STEEVENS.