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The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
'Tis you must dig with Mattocke, and with Spade,
And pierce the inmost Center of the earth:
Then when you come to Plutoes Region,
I pray you deliuer him this petition,
Tell him it is for iustice, and for aide,
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome.
Ah Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the peoples suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me.
Goe get you gone, and pray be carefull all,
And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht,
This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence,
And kinsmen then we may goe pipe for iustice.
And pierce the inmost Center of the earth:
Then when you come to Plutoes Region,
I pray you deliuer him this petition,
Tell him it is for iustice, and for aide,
And that it comes from old Andronicus,
Shaken with sorrowes in vngratefull Rome.
Ah Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable,
What time I threw the peoples suffrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me.
Goe get you gone, and pray be carefull all,
And leaue you not a man of warre vnsearcht,
This wicked Emperour may haue shipt her hence,
And kinsmen then we may goe pipe for iustice.
Marc.
O Publius is not this a heauie case
To see thy Noble Vnckle thus distract?
O Publius is not this a heauie case
To see thy Noble Vnckle thus distract?
Publ.
Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes,
By day and night t' attend him carefully:
And feede his humour kindely as we may,
Till time beget some carefull remedie.
Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes,
By day and night t' attend him carefully:
And feede his humour kindely as we may,
Till time beget some carefull remedie.
Marc.
Kinsmen, his sorrowes are past remedie.
Ioyne with the Gothes, and with reuengefull warre,
Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.
Kinsmen, his sorrowes are past remedie.
Ioyne with the Gothes, and with reuengefull warre,
Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude,
And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.
Tit.
Publius how now? how now my Maisters?
What haue you met with her?
Publius how now? how now my Maisters?
What haue you met with her?
Publ.
No my good Lord, but Pluto sends you word,
If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall,
Marrie for iustice she is so imploy'd,
He thinkes with Ioue in heauen, or some where else:
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
No my good Lord, but Pluto sends you word,
If you will haue reuenge from hell you shall,
Marrie for iustice she is so imploy'd,
He thinkes with Ioue in heauen, or some where else:
So that perforce you must needs stay a time.
Tit.
He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes,
Ile diue into the burning Lake below,
And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles.
Marcus we are but shrubs, no Cedars we,
No big-bon'd-men, fram'd of the Cyclops size,
But mettall Marcus steele to the very backe,
Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare:
And sith there's no iustice in earth nor hell,
We will sollicite heauen, and moue the Gods
To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wongs:
Come to this geare, you are a good Archer Marcus.
He giues them the Arrowes.
Ad Iouem, that's for you: here ad Appollonem,
Ad Martem, that's for my selfe,
Heere Boy to Pallas, heere to Mercury,
To Saturnine, to Caius, not to Saturnine,
You were as good to shoote against the winde.
Too it Boy, Marcus loose when I bid:
Of my word, I haue written to effect,
Ther's not a God left vnsollicited.
He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes,
Ile diue into the burning Lake below,
And pull her out of Acaron by the heeles.
Marcus we are but shrubs, no Cedars we,
No big-bon'd-men, fram'd of the Cyclops size,
But mettall Marcus steele to the very backe,
Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare:
And sith there's no iustice in earth nor hell,
We will sollicite heauen, and moue the Gods
To send downe Iustice for to wreake our wongs:
Come to this geare, you are a good Archer Marcus.
He giues them the Arrowes.
Ad Iouem, that's for you: here ad Appollonem,
Ad Martem, that's for my selfe,
Heere Boy to Pallas, heere to Mercury,
To Saturnine, to Caius, not to Saturnine,
You were as good to shoote against the winde.
Too it Boy, Marcus loose when I bid:
Of my word, I haue written to effect,
Ther's not a God left vnsollicited.
Marc.
Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court,
We will afflict the Emperour in his pride.
Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court,
We will afflict the Emperour in his pride.
Tit.
Now Maisters draw, Oh well said Lucius:
Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallas.
Now Maisters draw, Oh well said Lucius:
Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallas.
Marc.
My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
Your letter is with Iupiter by this.
My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
Your letter is with Iupiter by this.
Tit.
Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.
Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.
Mar.
This was the sport my Lord, when Publius shot,
The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries such a knocke,
That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,
And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine:
She laught, and told the Moore he should not choose
But giue them to his Maister for a present.
This was the sport my Lord, when Publius shot,
The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries such a knocke,
That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,
And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine:
She laught, and told the Moore he should not choose
But giue them to his Maister for a present.
Tit.
Why there it goes, God giue your Lordship ioy.
Why there it goes, God giue your Lordship ioy.
Enter the Clowne with a basket and two Pigeons in it.
Titus.
Newes, newes, from heauen,
Marcus the poast is come.
Sirrah, what tydings? haue you any letters?
Shall I haue Iustice, what sayes Iupiter?
Newes, newes, from heauen,
Marcus the poast is come.
Sirrah, what tydings? haue you any letters?
Shall I haue Iustice, what sayes Iupiter?
Clowne.
Ho the Iibbetmaker, he sayes that he hath
taken them downe againe, for the man must not be
hang'd till the next weeke.
Ho the Iibbetmaker, he sayes that he hath
taken them downe againe, for the man must not be
hang'd till the next weeke.
Tit.
But what sayes Iupiter I aske thee?
But what sayes Iupiter I aske thee?
Clowne.
Alas sir I know not Iupiter:
I neuer dranke with him in all my life.
Alas sir I know not Iupiter:
I neuer dranke with him in all my life.
Tit.
Why villaine art not thou the Carrier?
Why villaine art not thou the Carrier?
Clowne.
I of my Pigions sir, nothing else.
I of my Pigions sir, nothing else.
Tit.
Why, did'st thou not come from heauen?
Why, did'st thou not come from heauen?
Clowne.
From heauen? Alas sir, I neuer came there, God forbid
I should be so bold, to presse to heauen in my young
dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the Tribunall
Plebs, to take vp a matter of brawle, betwixt my Vncle,
and one of the Emperialls men.
From heauen? Alas sir, I neuer came there, God forbid
I should be so bold, to presse to heauen in my young
dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the Tribunall
Plebs, to take vp a matter of brawle, betwixt my Vncle,
and one of the Emperialls men.
Mar.
Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serue for your
Oration, and let him deliuer the Pigions to the
Emperour from you.
Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serue for your
Oration, and let him deliuer the Pigions to the
Emperour from you.
Tit.
Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour
with a Grace?
Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour
with a Grace?
Clowne.
Nay truely sir, I could neuer say grace in all my life.
Nay truely sir, I could neuer say grace in all my life.
Tit.
Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe,
But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour,
By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands.
Hold, hold, meane while her's money for thy charges.
Giue me pen and inke.
Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication?
Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe,
But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour,
By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands.
Hold, hold, meane while her's money for thy charges.
Giue me pen and inke.
Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication?
Clowne.
I sir
I sir
Titus.
Then here is a Supplication for you, and when
you come to him, at the first approach you must kneele,
then kisse his foote, then deliuer vp your Pigeons, and
then looke for your reward. Ile be at hand sir, see you
do it brauely.
Then here is a Supplication for you, and when
you come to him, at the first approach you must kneele,
then kisse his foote, then deliuer vp your Pigeons, and
then looke for your reward. Ile be at hand sir, see you
do it brauely.
Clowne.
I warrant you sir, let me alone.
I warrant you sir, let me alone.
Tit.
Sirrha hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.
Heere Marcus, fold it in the Oration,
For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant:
And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour,
Knocke at my dore, and tell me what he sayes.
Sirrha hast thou a knife? Come let me see it.
Heere Marcus, fold it in the Oration,
For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant:
And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour,
Knocke at my dore, and tell me what he sayes.
Clowne.
God be with you sir, I will. Exit.
God be with you sir, I will. Exit.
Tit.
Come Marcus let vs goe, Publius follow me. Exeunt.
Come Marcus let vs goe, Publius follow me. Exeunt.
Enter Emperour and Empresse, and her two sonnes, the
Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand
that Titus shot at him.
Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand
that Titus shot at him.
Satur.
Why Lords,
What wrongs are these? was euer seene
An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne,
Troubled, Confronted thus, and for the extent
Of eg all iustice, vs'd in such contempt?
My Lords, you know the mightfull Gods,
(How euer these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the peoples eares) there nought hath past,
But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes
Of old Andronicus. And what and if
His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes,
His fits, his frenzie, and his bitternesse?
And now he writes to heauen for his redresse.
See, heeres to Ioue, and this to Mercury,
Why Lords,
What wrongs are these? was euer seene
An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne,
Troubled, Confronted thus, and for the extent
Of eg all iustice, vs'd in such contempt?
My Lords, you know the mightfull Gods,
(How euer these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the peoples eares) there nought hath past,
But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes
Of old Andronicus. And what and if
His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes,
His fits, his frenzie, and his bitternesse?
And now he writes to heauen for his redresse.
See, heeres to Ioue, and this to Mercury,
This
