Sat.
Why, lords, what wrongs are these? was ever seen
An emperor ^note in Rome thus over-born,
Troubl'd, confronted thus; and, for the extent
Of egal ^note justice, us'd in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as do the mightful gods,
(However these disturbers of our peace
Buz in the people's ears) there nought hath pass'd,
But even with law, against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelm'd his wits;
Shall we be thus afflicted in his freaks, ^note
His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
And now he writes to heaven for his redress:
See, here's to Jove; and this to Mercury;
This to Apollo; this to the god of war:
Sweet scrowls, to fly about the streets of Rome!
What's this, but libelling against the senate, ^note
And blazoning our injustice ^note every where?
A goodly humour, is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But, if I live, his feigned extasies ^note
Shall be no shelter to these outrages:

But he and his shall know, that justice lives
In Saturninus' health ^note; who, if ^note he sleep,14Q1195
He'll so awake, as he in fury shall
Cut off the proud'st conspirator that lives.

Tam.
My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age, ^note
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierc'd him deep, and scar'd his heart;
And rather pity his distressed plight,
Than prosecute the meanest, or the best,
For these contempts.—&clquo;Why, thus it shall become&crquo;
&clquo;High-witted ^note Tamora to gloze with all:&crquo;
&clquo;But, Titus, I have touch'd thee to the quick,&crquo;
&clquo;Thy life-blood out: ^note if Aaron now be wise,&crquo;
&clquo;Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.&crquo;— Enter Clown.
How now, good fellow? would'st thou speak with us?

Clo.
Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.

Tam.
Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.

Clo.

'Tis he.—God, and saint Stephen, give you good den: I have brought you a letter, and a couple of pigeons here.

Sat.

Go, take him away, and hang him presently.

Clo.

How much money must I have?

Tam.

Come, sirrah, you must be hang'd.

Clo.

Hang'd! By'r-lady ^note, then I have brought up a neck to a fair end.

Sat.
Despightful and intolerable wrongs!
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
I know from whence this same device proceeds:—
May this be born?—as if his traitr'ous sons,

That dy'd by law for murther of our brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully.—
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age, nor honour, shall shape priviledge:—
For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughter-man,
Sly frantick wretch; that holp'st to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. Enter Æmilius.
What news with thee, Æmilius?

Æmi.
Arm, arm, my lords; ^note Rome never had more cause!
The Goths have gather'd head; and, with a power
Of high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under condúct ^note
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Who threats, in course of this revenge ^note, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

Sat.
Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me; and I hang the head,
As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.
Ay, now begin ^note our sorrows to approach:
'Tis he, the common people love so much;
Myself hath often over-heard them say,
(When I have walked like a private man)
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully,
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their emperor.

Tam.
Why should you fear? is not your city ^note strong?

Sat.
Ay, but the citizens favour Lucius;
And will revolt from me, to succour him.

Tam.
King, be thy thoughts imperious, like thy name.
Is the sun dim'd, that gnats do fly in it?
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby;

Knowing, that, with the shadow of his wings,
He can at pleasure stint their melody:
Even so may'st thou the giddy men of Rome.
Then chear thy spirit: for know, thou emperor,
I will enchant the old Andronicus,
With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous,
Than baits to fish, or honey-stalks to sheep;
When as the one is wounded with the bait,
The other rotted with delicious feed. ^note

Sat.
But he will not entreat his son for us.

Tam.
If Tamora entreat him, then he will:
For I can smooth ^note, and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears ^note deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.—
Go thou before, [to Æmi.] be ^note our ^note embassador;
Say, that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting.

Sat.
Æmilius, do this message honourably:
And if he stand on hostage ^note for his safety,
Bid him demand what pledge will please him best.

Æmi.
Your bidding shall I do effectually. [Exit.

Tam.
Now will I to that old Andronicus;
And temper him with all ^note the art I have,
To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths.
And now, sweet emperor, be blith again,
And bury all thy fear in my devices.

Sat.
Then go incessantly ^note, and plead to him ^note. [Exeunt.

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