Tit.
The hunt is up, the morn ^note is bright and grey ^note,
The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green ^note:
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 ^note,
That all the court may echo with the noise ^note.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours ^note,
To attend ^note the emperor's person carefully.
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
But dawning day new comfort hath inspired ^note. A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal. Enter ^note Saturninus, Tamora, Bassianus, Lavinia, Demetrius, Chiron, and their Attendants.
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 ^note;

Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bas.
Lavinia, how say you?

Lav.
I say ^note, no;
I have been broad ^note awake two hours and more ^note.

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

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

Tit.
And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way ^note, and run ^note 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. [Exeunt. ^note

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