Classic Poem

The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:
Uncouple here and let us make a bay,
And wake the Emperor and his lovely bride,
And rouse the prince, and ring a hunter's peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.

Many good-morrows to your majesty;
Madam, to you as many and as good.
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

SATURNINUS

Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,
And to our sport. ( To T AMORA ) Madam, now shall ye see
Our Roman hunting.

MARCUS

I have dogs, my lord,
Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,
And climb the highest promontory top.

TITUS

And I have horse will follow where the game
Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.