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And secretly to greet the empress’ friends.
Come on, you thick-lipped slave, I’ll bear you hence;
For it is you that puts us to our shifts.
I’ll make you feed on berries and on roots,
And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,
And cabin in a cave, and bring you up
To be a warrior and command a camp. [180]

Exit.

Scene III IT

Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other gentlemen, with bows;
and Titus bears the arrows with letters on the ends of them.

T IT US

Come, Marcus, come; kinsmen, this is the way.
Sir boy, let me see your archery;
Look ye draw home enough, and ’tis there straight.
Terras Astraea reliquit; be you remembered, Marcus,
She’s gone, she’s fled. Sirs, take you to your tools.
You, cousins, shall go sound the ocean,
And cast your nets;
Happily you may catch her in the sea,
Yet there’s as little justice as at land.
No, Publius and Sempronius, you must do it; [10]
’Tis you must dig with mattock and with spade,
And pierce the inmost centre of the earth;
Then, when you come to Pluto’s region,
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
On him that thus doth tyrannize o’er me. [20]
Go, get you gone, and pray be careful all,
And leave you not a man of war unsearched:
This wicked emperor may have shipped her hence,
And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.