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Titus Andronicus, IV. iii 

Tit. 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 Astræa reliquit:

Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled.

Sirs, take you to your tools. You, cousins, shall

Go sound the ocean, and cast your nets;

Haply you may find her in the sea;

Yet there's as little justice as at land,

No; Publius and Sempronius, you must do it;

'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.

Go, get you gone; and pray be careful all,

And leave you not a man-of-war unsearch'd:

This wicked emperor may have shipp'd her hence;

And, kinsmen, then we may go pipe for justice.

 4 Terras Astræa reliquit: Astræa has left the earth; cf. n.

5 Be you remember'd: be mindful

13 Pluto's region: the infernal regions

24 pipe: whistle

