Tit.
The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green:
Uncouple here, and let us make a bay,
And wake the emperor, and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince; and ring a hunter's peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the emperor's person carefully:
I have been troubl'd in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.— Hunters wind a peal. Enter Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, and train.
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-marry'd 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.

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* ^note.

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

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