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Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?
CLOWN
Ho, the gibbet-maker? He says that he hath taken them down again, for
the man must not be [80] hanged till the next week.
T IT US
But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
CLOWN
Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him in all my life.
T IT US
Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?
CLOWN
Ay, of my pigeons, sir, nothing else.
T IT US
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 to heaven in my young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to
the [90] tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl betwixt my uncle and
one of the emperal’s men.
MARCUS
Why, sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your oration; and let him
deliver the pigeons to the emperor from you.
T IT US
Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor with a grace?
CLOWN
Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
T IT US
Sirrah, come hither; make no more ado, [100]
