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TITUS ANDRONICUS: But like a drunkard must I vomit them.Then give me leave, for losers will have leaveTo ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.Enter a Messenger, with two heads and a hand |
Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaidFor that good hand thou sent'st the emperor.Here are the heads of thy two noble sons;And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back;Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock'd;That woe is me to think upon thy woesMore than remembrance of my father's death. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy! Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in it News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter? |
O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath takenthem down again, for the man must not be hanged tillthe next week. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? |
Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with himin all my life. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? |
Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, didst thou not come from heaven? |
From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there Godforbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in myyoung days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to thetribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawlbetwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperorwith a grace? |
Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,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.Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a gracedeliver a supplication? |
Ay, sir. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Then here is a supplication for you. And when youcome to him, at the first approach you must kneel,then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, andthen look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; seeyou do it bravely. |
I warrant you, sir, let me alone. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.And when thou hast given it the emperor,Knock at my door, and tell me what he says. |
God be with you, sir; I will. |
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TAMORA:Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.Enter Clown How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us? |
Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial. |
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TAMORA: Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor. |
'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here. |
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SATURNINUS: Go, take him away, and hang him presently. |
How much money must I have? |
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TAMORA: Come, sirrah, you must be hanged. |
Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck toa fair end. |
