Look, how the black flave fmiles upon the father; Of that felf-blood, that firft gave life to you; Nay, he's your brother by the furer fide; Nur. Aaron, what fhall I fay unto the emperefs? Aar. Then fit we down, and let us all confult. My fon and I will have the wind of you; Keep there; now talk at pleasure of your fafety. [They fit on the ground. Dem. How many women faw this child of his? Aar. Why, fo; brave lords, When we all join in league, I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor, Aar. The emperefs, the midwife, and yourself- [He kills ber. Week,-week!-So cries a pig, prepar'd to the fpit. Dem. What mean'ft thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this? Aar. O lord, fir, 'tis a deed of policy: His wife but yesternight was brought to-bed, "Go pack with him, and give the mother gold, To calm this tempeft whirling in the court; Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herfelf and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt. I'll make you feed on berries, and on roots, 9 Go pack with him [Exit. -] Pack here feems to have the meaning of make a bargain. Or it may mean, as in the phrase of modern gamefters, to act collufively. And mighty dukes pack knaves for half a crown. POPE. SCENE 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; kinfmen, this is the way. Sir boy, now let me fee your archery. Look, ye draw home enough, and 'tis there ftraight; Terras Aftrea reliquit-be you remember'd, MarcusShe's gone, fhe's fled-Sirs, take you to your tools. You, coufins, fhall go found the ocean, And caft your nets; haply, you may find her in the fea; Yet there's as little juftice as at land— No, Publius and Sempronius, you must do it, Tell him it is for juftice, and for aid; Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, VOL. VIII. And And feed his humour kindly as we may, Mar. Kinimen, his forrows are past remedy: Tit. Publius, how now? how now, my mafters, What, have you met with her? Pub. No, my good lord; but Pluto fends you word, If you will have revenge from hell you fhall. He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or fomewhere else, 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. 'Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear. And fith there is no juftice in earth nor hell, We will folicit heaven, and move the Gods, To fend down juftice for to wreak our wrongs: Here, boy, to Pallas-here, to Mercury- 1 Yet wrung with or ftrain his back. wrongs, -] To wring a horfe is to prefs JOHNSON. Mar. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your fhafts into the court. We will afflict the emperor in his pride. [They shoot. 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. 2 Tit. Ha, Publius, Publius, what haft thou done? See, fee, thou haft fhot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my lord; when Publius fhot, 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 emprefs' villain? She laugh'd, and told the Moor, he fhould not chufe But give them to his master for a prefent. 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, Clown. Who? the gibbet maker? he fays, that he hath taken them down again, for the man muft not be hang'd till the next week. Tit. Tut, what says Jupiter, I ask thee? I never drank with him in all my life. Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, fir, nothing else. Tit. Why, didft thou not come from heaven? Clown. From heaven? alas, fir, I never came there. God forbid, I should be fo bold to prefs, into heaven · —I am a mile beyond the moon ;] The folios 1623 and 1632 read, -I aym a mile beyond the moon. STEEVENS. |