Nurse. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress? Dem. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy advice. Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. Aaron. 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 sit on the ground. Dem. How many women saw this child of his ? Aaron. Why so, brave lords, when we all join in league, I am a lamb; but if you brave the Moor, [stabbing her. Weke, weke !-so cries a pig, prepared to the spit. Dem. What mean'st thou, Aaron? Wherefore didst thou this? Aaron. O, lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy.— Go, pack1 with him, and give the mother gold, To calm this tempest whirling in the court; Hark ye, lords; ye see, that I have given her physic, [pointing to the Nurse. And you must needs bestow her funeral: The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms. Chi. Aaron, I see, thou wilt not trust the air Dem. For this care of Tamora, Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. [Exeunt Dem. and Chi. bearing off the Nurse. Aaron. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; There to dispose this treasure in mine arms, And secretly to greet the empress' friends. Come on, you thick-lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts: I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, 1 Make a bargain. And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, To be a warrior, and command a camp. [Exit. SCENE III. The same. A public place. Enter TITUS, bearing arrows, with letters at the ends of them; with him MARCUS, YOUNG LUCIUS, and other Gentlemen, with bows. Tit. Come, Marcus, come. way. Kinsmen, this is the Sir boy, now let me see your archery: Look ye draw home enough, and 'tis there straight : Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. Happily you may catch her in the sea; Yet there's as little justice as at land. No; On him that thus doth tyrannise o'er me.— Pub. Therefore, my lord, it highly us concerns, Till time beget some careful remedy. Mar. Kinsmen, his sorrows are past 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 must needs 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. No big-boned men, framed of the Cyclops' size: Yet wrung with wrongs, more than our backs can bear: And, sith1 there is no justice in earth nor hell, 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 Apollinem :- Here, boy, to Pallas;-here, to Mercury: You were as good to shoot against the wind.— There's not a god left unsolicited. Mar. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court: We will afflict the emperor in his pride. Tit. Now, masters, draw. [they shoot.] O, well said, Lucius! Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it Pallas. Mar. My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon: Your letter is with Jupiter by this. Tit. Ha! Publius, Publius, what hast thou done? See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus' horns. Mar. This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot, The bull being gall'd, gave Aries such a knock, |