Titus Andronicus & Timon of Athens by William Shakespeare Page A

slave, I’ll bear you hence,
    For it is you that puts us to our shifts: 179
    I’ll make you feed on berries and on roots,
    And feed on curds and whey , and suck 181 the goat,
    And cabin 182 in a cave, and bring you up
    To be a warrior and command a camp.
    Exit
[Act 4 Scene 3]
    running scene 8
    Enter Titus, Old Marcus, Young Lucius and other Gentlemen
[
Publius, Sempronius, Caius
]
with bows and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the end of them
    TITUS     Come, Marcus, come, kinsmen: this is the way.
    Sir Boy, let me see your archery.
    Look ye draw home enough, and ’tis there straight. 3
    Terras Astraea reliquit: be you remembered, 4
    Marcus, she’s gone, she’s fled.— Sirs, take you to your tools.
    You, cousins , shall go sound 6 the ocean,
    And cast your nets:
    Haply 8 you may find her in the sea,
    Yet there’s 9 as little justice as at land.
    No, Publius and Sempronius, you must do it,
    ’Tis you must dig with mattock 11 and with spade,
    And pierce the inmost centre of the earth.
    Then, when you come to Pluto’s region, 13
    I pray you deliver him this petition.
    Tell him, it is for justice and for aid,
    And that it comes from old Andronicus,
    Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.—
    Ah, Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable
    What time I threw the people’s suffrages 19
    On him that thus doth tyrannize o’er me.—
    Go, get you gone, and pray be careful all,
    And leave you not a man-of-war 22 unsearched:
    This wicked emperor may have shipped her 23 hence,
    And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for 24 justice.
    MARCUS     O Publius, is not this a heavy case, 25
    To see thy noble uncle thus distract? 26
    PUBLIUS     Therefore, my lords, it highly us concerns
    By day and night t’attend him carefully 28
    And feed his humour 29 kindly as we may,
    Till time beget some careful 30 remedy.
    MARCUS     Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy.
    Join with the Goths 32 and with revengeful war
    Take wreak 33 on Rome for this ingratitude,
    And vengeance on the traitor Saturnine.
    TITUS     Publius, how now? How now, my masters?
    What, have you met with her? 36
    PUBLIUS     No, my good lord, but Pluto sends you word
    If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall.
    Marry, for 39 Justice, she is so employed,
    He thinks with Jove in heaven or somewhere else,
    So that perforce you must needs stay 41 a time.
    TITUS     He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
    I’ll dive into the burning lake 43 below
    And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.
    Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we,
    No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops 46 ’ size,
    But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back,
    Yet wrung 48 with wrongs more than our backs can bear.
    And sith 49 there’s no justice in earth nor hell,
    We will solicit heaven and move 50 the gods
    To send down Justice for to 51 wreak our wrongs.
    Come, to this gear 52 . You are a good archer, Marcus:
    He gives them the arrows
    ‘Ad Jovem’
, that’s for you: here,
‘Ad Apollinem’:
53
    ‘Ad Martem’
, that’s for myself:
    Here, boy, to Pallas: here, to Mercury:
    To Saturn, Caius, not to Saturnine.
    You were as good to shoot against the wind. 57
    To it, boy! Marcus, loose 58 when I bid.
    Of 59 my word, I have written to effect:
    There’s not a god left unsolicited.
    MARCUS     Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the court:
    We will afflict the emperor in his pride.
    TITUS     Now, masters, draw.
    They draw and shoot
    O, well said, 64 Lucius.
    Good boy, in Virgo ’s lap. Give it Pallas. 65
    MARCUS     My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon:
    Your letter is with Jupiter by this.
    TITUS     Ha, ha!
    Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
    See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus 70 ’ horns.
    MARCUS     This was the sport, my lord: when Publius shot,
    The bull, being galled , gave Aries 72 such a knock
    That down fell both the ram’s horns 73 in the court,
    And who should find them but the