Enter Clown.
How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?
Clo. Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.[4638] 40
Tam. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.
Clo. 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you god-den:[4639][4640]
I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons[4639]
here. [Saturninus reads the letter.[4639][4641]
Sat. Go, take him away, and hang him presently.[4642] 45
Clo. How much money must I have?[4643]
Tam. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.[4644]
Clo. Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck[4645]
to a fair end. [Exit, guarded.[4646]
Sat. Despiteful and intolerable wrongs! 50
Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
I know from whence this same device proceeds:[4647]
May this be borne? As if his traitorous sons,[4648]
That died by law for murder of our brother,
Have by my means been butcher'd wrongfully![4649] 55
Go, drag the villain hither by the hair;
Nor age nor honour shall shape privilege:[4650]
For this proud mock I'll be thy slaughter-man;
Sly frantic wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
In hope thyself should govern Rome and me. 60