Titus Andronicus & Timon of Athens by William Shakespeare Page B
Authors: William Shakespeare
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empress’ villain! 74
She laughed and told the Moor he should not choose
But give them to his master for a present.
TITUS Why, there it goes: 77 God give his lordship joy!
Enter the Clown with a basket and two pigeons in it
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post 78 is come.—
Sirrah, what tidings? Have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? What says Jupiter?
CLOWN Ho, the gibbet-maker ! He says that he hath taken 81
them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the
next week.
TITUS But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
CLOWN Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter: I never drank with him
in all my life.
TITUS Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? 87
CLOWN Ay, of my pigeons, sir, nothing else.
TITUS Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
CLOWN From heaven? Alas, sir, I never came there: God
forbid I should be so bold to press 91 to heaven in my young
days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs 92
to take up 93 a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the
emperial’s 94 men.
To Titus
MARCUS Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for
your oration 96 , and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor
from you.
TITUS Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor
with a grace? 99
CLOWN Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
TITUS Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, 101
But give your pigeons to the emperor.
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold , hold — meanwhile here’s money for thy charges. 104
Give me pen and ink.
Writes
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? 106
CLOWN Ay, sir.
Gives the letter
TITUS Then here is a supplication for you,
and when you come to him, at the first approach you must
kneel, then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and
then look for 111 your reward. I’ll be at hand, sir: see you do it
bravely. 112
CLOWN I warrant you, sir, let me alone. 113
TITUS Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.—
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration—
To the Clown
For thou must take it like an humble suppliant.
And when thou hast given it the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
CLOWN God be with you, sir. I will.
Exit
TITUS Come, Marcus, let us go.— Publius, follow me.
Exeunt
[Act 4 Scene 4]
running scene 8 continues
Enter Emperor and Empress and her two sons
[
and Attendants
].
The Emperor brings the arrows in his hand that Titus shot at him
SATURNINUS Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne, 2
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent 3
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as know the mightful 5 gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there nought hath passed 7
But even 8 with law against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, 11
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 scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libelling against the senate
And blazoning 18 our injustice everywhere?
A goodly humour 19 , is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if she 24 sleep,
He’ll so awake as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
TAMORA My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee and bear the
She laughed and told the Moor he should not choose
But give them to his master for a present.
TITUS Why, there it goes: 77 God give his lordship joy!
Enter the Clown with a basket and two pigeons in it
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post 78 is come.—
Sirrah, what tidings? Have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? What says Jupiter?
CLOWN Ho, the gibbet-maker ! He says that he hath taken 81
them down again, for the man must not be hanged till the
next week.
TITUS But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
CLOWN Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter: I never drank with him
in all my life.
TITUS Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? 87
CLOWN Ay, of my pigeons, sir, nothing else.
TITUS Why, didst thou not come from heaven?
CLOWN From heaven? Alas, sir, I never came there: God
forbid I should be so bold to press 91 to heaven in my young
days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the tribunal plebs 92
to take up 93 a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and one of the
emperial’s 94 men.
To Titus
MARCUS Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for
your oration 96 , and let him deliver the pigeons to the emperor
from you.
TITUS Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor
with a grace? 99
CLOWN Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
TITUS Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado, 101
But give your pigeons to the emperor.
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold , hold — meanwhile here’s money for thy charges. 104
Give me pen and ink.
Writes
Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver a supplication? 106
CLOWN Ay, sir.
Gives the letter
TITUS Then here is a supplication for you,
and when you come to him, at the first approach you must
kneel, then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and
then look for 111 your reward. I’ll be at hand, sir: see you do it
bravely. 112
CLOWN I warrant you, sir, let me alone. 113
TITUS Sirrah, hast thou a knife? Come, let me see it.—
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration—
To the Clown
For thou must take it like an humble suppliant.
And when thou hast given it the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.
CLOWN God be with you, sir. I will.
Exit
TITUS Come, Marcus, let us go.— Publius, follow me.
Exeunt
[Act 4 Scene 4]
running scene 8 continues
Enter Emperor and Empress and her two sons
[
and Attendants
].
The Emperor brings the arrows in his hand that Titus shot at him
SATURNINUS Why, lords, what wrongs are these? Was ever seen
An emperor in Rome thus overborne, 2
Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent 3
Of equal justice, used in such contempt?
My lords, you know, as know the mightful 5 gods,
However these disturbers of our peace
Buzz in the people’s ears, there nought hath passed 7
But even 8 with law against the wilful sons
Of old Andronicus. And what an if
His sorrows have so overwhelmed his wits,
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, 11
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 scrolls to fly about the streets of Rome!
What’s this but libelling against the senate
And blazoning 18 our injustice everywhere?
A goodly humour 19 , is it not, my lords?
As who would say, in Rome no justice were.
But if I live, his feignèd ecstasies
Shall be no shelter to these outrages,
But he and his shall know that justice lives
In Saturninus’ health, whom, if she 24 sleep,
He’ll so awake as she in fury shall
Cut off the proud’st conspirator that lives.
TAMORA My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee and bear the
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