TITUS ANDRONICUS But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?
Clown Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
in all my life.
TITUS ANDRONICUS Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?
Clown Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
TITUS ANDRONICUS 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
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.
MARCUS ANDRONICUS 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.
TITUS ANDRONICUS 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.
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 grace
deliver a supplication?
Clown Ay, sir.
TITUS ANDRONICUS 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 your reward.
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