Titus

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.

Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,

To attend the emperor's person carefully:

I have been troubled in my sleep this night,

But dawning day new comfort hath inspired. A cry of hounds, and horns winded in a peal.Enter SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, and Attendants.

Many good morrows to your majesty;

Madam, to you as many and as good:

I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

Saturninus

And you have rung it lustily, my lords;

Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.

Bassianus

Lavinia, how say you?

Lavinia

I say, no;

I have been broad awake two hours and more.

Saturninus

Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have,

And to our sport. To Tamora 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 runs like swallows o'er the plain.

Demetrius

Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,

But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. Exeunt.