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68  Clo. O! the gibbet-maker? He says that he

hath taken them down again, for the man must

not be hanged till the next week.

Tit. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

Clo. Alas! sir, I know not Jupiter; I never

drank with him in all my life.

Tit. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

Clo. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.

Tit. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Clo. 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.

Mar. 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.

Tit. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to

the emperor with a grace?

Clo. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace

in all my life.

Tit. 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?

Clo. Ay, sir.

Tit. Then here is a supplication for you.

And when you come to him, at the first ap-

 91 tribunal plebs: tribune of the people (properly, tribunus plebis)

91, 92 take up: make up

93 emperial's: emperor's

