&mlquo;Tit.
&mlquo;The hunt is up, the morn^{4 note} is bright and grey^{5 note}

&mlquo;The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green:
&mlquo;Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
&mlquo;And wake the emperor and his lovely bride,
&mlquo;And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal,
&mlquo;That all the court may echo with the noise.
&mlquo;Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
&mlquo;To tend the emperor's person carefully:
&mlquo;I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
&mlquo;But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd. Horns wind a Peal. Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, and Attendants.

Tit.
Many good morrows to your majesty;—
Madam, to you as many and as good!—
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

Sat.
And you have rung it lustily, my lords,
Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bas.
Lavinia, how say you?

Lav.
I say, no;

I have been broad awake two hours and more.

Sat.
Come on then, horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport:—Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting. [To Tamora.

Mar.
I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory top.

Tit.
And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.

Dem.
Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. [Exeunt.

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