Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Tit. Now Maisters draw, Oh well said Lucius:
Tit. Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallas.
Marc. Marc.
Marc. My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
Marc. Your letter is with Iupiter by this.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
Tit. See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. This was the sport my Lord, when Publius shot,
Mar. The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries such a knocke,
Mar. That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,
Mar. And who should finde them but the Empresse villaine:
Mar. She laught, and told the Moore he should not choose
Mar. But giue them to his Maister for a present.
Tit. Why there it goes, God giue your Lordship ioy.
Tit. Enter the Clowne with a basket and two Pigeons in it.
Titus. Titus.
Titus. Newes, newes, from heauen,