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[Enter TITUS, bearing arrows with letters at the ends of them; with him,
MARCUS, Young LUCIUS, PUBLIUS, SEMPRONIUS, CAIUS, and other Gentlemen, with
bows]
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come Marcus, come,| kinsmen | this is | the way.
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Sir* boy | now* let | me see | your arch|ery,
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Look ye draw home | enough,| and 'tis / there
straight:
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Terras Astraea reliquit be you remembered Marcus.
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She's gone,| she's fled,| sirs^take | you to |
your tools,
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You cous|ins shall / go sound | the o|cean:
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And || cast your | nets, hap/ly you may | find
her | in the sea,
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Yet^there's | as lit|tle just|ice as | at land:
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No Pub/lius | and Sem|pronius,| you must do it,
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'Tis you | must^dig | with mat|tock, and | with
spade,
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And pierce | the in|most cen/ter of | the earth:
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Then when | you come | to Plu|to's re|gion,
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I pray | you deliv|er him | this pe|tition;
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Tell him | it is | for just|ice, and | for aid,
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And that | it comes | from old | Andron|icus,
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Shaken | with sor|rows in / ungrate|ful Rome.
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Ah* Rome!| Well, well, I | made thee | miserable,
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What time | I threw | the peo|ple's suf|frages
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On him | that thus | doth^tyr|annize | ore me.
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Go* get | you gone,| and pray | be care|ful all,
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And leave | you not | a man-|of-war | unsearched,
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This wick|ed empe|ror may | have shipped | her
hence,
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And kins|men then | we may | go pipe | for
just||ice.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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O | Publius | is not | this^a hea|vy case
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To see | thy nob|le unc|le thus | distract?
PUBLIUS
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Therefore | my lords | it high|ly us | concerns,
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By day | and night | to attend | him care|fully:
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And feed | his hum|or kind|ly as | we may,
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Till^time | beget | some care|ful rem|edy.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Kinsmen,| his sor|rows are / past rem|edy.
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Join with | the Goths,| and with | revenge|ful
war,
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Take^wreak | on Rome | for this | ingrat|itude,
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And venge|ance on | the trait|or Sat|urnine.
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Publius | how now! How | now my | masters?
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What have | you met | with her? \\
PUBLIUS
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No my | good* lord,| but Plu|to sends | you word,
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If you | will have | Revenge | from hell | you
shall:
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Marry | for just|ice she | is so | employed,
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He thinks | with Jove | in heaven,| or some|where
else:
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So that per|force you | must needs stay | a time.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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He doth | me wrong | to feed | me with | delays,
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I'll dive | into | the burn|ing lake | below,
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And pull | her out | of Ach|eron | by the heels.
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Marcus | we are | but shrubs,| no ced|ars we,
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No* big-|boned men, framed | of the
Cy|clops'^size,
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But met|al Mar|cus, steel | to the ve|ry back,
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Yet wrung | with wrongs | more than | our back |
can bear:
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And sith | there's^no | justice | in earth | nor
hell,
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We will | soli|cit heaven,| and move | the gods
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To send down Just|ice for | to wreak | our
wrongs:
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Come to this^|gear, you are | a good | archer |
Marcus.
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Ad^Jov|em, that's | for you:| here ad A|pollinem,
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Ad^Mar|tem, that's | for my|self,|
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Here boy to Pal|las, here | to Mer|cury,
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To Saturnine, to Caius, not to Saturnine,
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You were | as good | to shoot | against | the
wind.
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To it boy, Mar|cus loose | when I bid:
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Of my | word, I | have writ|ten to | effect,
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There's^not | a god left un|soli|cited.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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Kinsmen,| shoot^all | your shafts | into | the
court,
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We will | afflict | the empe|ror in | his pride.
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Now* mast|ers draw,| oh well said | Lucius:
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Good boy in Vir|go's lap, | give it | Pallas.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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My lord,| I aim | a mile | beyond | the moon,
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Your let|ter is | with Jup|iter | by this.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Ha*, ha,| Publius,| Publius,| what hast | thou
done?
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See*, see,| thou hast / shot off | one of
Taur|us' horns.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
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This was | the sport | my lord,| when Pub|lius
shot,
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The Bull | being galled,| gave Ar|ies such | a
knock,
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That down | fell both the Ram's | horns in | the
court,
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And who | should find | them but the | empress'|
villain:
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She laughed,| and told | the Moor | he should |
not choose
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But give | them to his | master | for a |
present.
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Why there it | goes, God give | his lord|ship
joy.
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News,| news,| from heaven,
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Marcus | the post | is come. (tri with
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Sirrah,| what tid|ings? Have | you an|y
let||ters?
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Shall | I have just|ice, What | says Jup/iter?
CLOWN
Ho the gibbet-maker, he says that he hath taken them down again, for the man
must not be hanged till the next week.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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But what | says Jup/iter | I ask | thee?
CLOWN
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Alas | sir I | know not Jup|iter:
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I nev|er drank | with him | in all | my life.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Why* vil|lain art | not^thou | the car|rier?
CLOWN
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Aye of | my pig|eons sir,| nothing | else.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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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 to heaven in my young days. Why I am going with my pigeons to the
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl, betwixt my uncle, and one of
the emperial's men.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS
Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your oration, and let him
deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
CLOWN
Nay truly sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Sirrah | come hith|er, make | no more ado,
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But give | your pig|eons to | the emp|eror,
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By me | thou shalt | have just/ice at | his
hands.
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Hold, hold, mean|while here's money | for thy
char||ges.
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Give | me pen | and ink. \\
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Sirrah,| can you | with a grace | deliv|er a
sup||plica|tion?
CLOWN
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Aye | sir. \\
TITUS ANDRONICUS
Then here is a supplication for you, and when you come to him, at the first
approach you must kneel, then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons,
and then look for your reward. I'll be at hand sir, see you do it bravely.
CLOWN
I warrant you sir, let me alone.
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Sirrah | hast thou | a knife?| Come let | me see
it.
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Here | Marcus,| fold it | in the o|ration,
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For thou | hast made it | like a | humble |
suppliant:
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And when | thou hast | given | it the | emperor,
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Knock at | my door,| and tell | me what | he
says.
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God be | with you | sir, I | will.
TITUS ANDRONICUS
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Come Mar||cus let | us go,| Publi|us fol|low
me.
[Exeunt]