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1

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Lucius

162

See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,
And entrails feed the sacrificing fire,
Whose smoke, like incense, doth perfume the sky.
Remaineth nought, but to inter our brethren,
And with loud 'larums welcome them to Rome.

2

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Lavinia

179

In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
My noble lord and father, live in fame!
Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,
Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!

3

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

193

Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother,
Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome!

4

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

248

Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
That you create your emperor's eldest son,
Lord Saturnine; whose virtues will, I hope,
Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth,
And ripen justice in this commonweal:
Then, if you will elect by my advice,
Crown him and say 'Long live our emperor!'

5

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

255

With voices and applause of every sort,
Patricians and plebeians, we create
Lord Saturninus Rome's great emperor,
And say 'Long live our Emperor Saturnine!'

6

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

270

It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match
I hold me highly honour'd of your grace:
And here in sight of Rome to Saturnine,
King and commander of our commonweal,
The wide world's emperor, do I consecrate
My sword, my chariot and my prisoners;
Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord:
Receive them then, the tribute that I owe,
Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet.

7

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Lavinia

298

Not I, my lord; sith true nobility
Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

8

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Bassianus

304

Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.

9

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

306

How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?

10

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

312

Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!

11

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Titus Andronicus

321

Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.

12

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Mutius

322

My lord, you pass not here.

13

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Lucius

331

My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

14

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

397

My lord, this is impiety in you:
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him
He must be buried with his brethren.

15

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

437

My lord, to step out of these dreary dumps,
How comes it that the subtle Queen of Goths
Is of a sudden thus advanced in Rome?

16

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Bassianus

450

And you of yours, my lord! I say no more,
Nor wish no less; and so, I take my leave.

17

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Bassianus

454

Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
My truth-betrothed love and now my wife?
But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.

18

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Bassianus

460

My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must and shall do with my life.
Only thus much I give your grace to know:
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
That in the rescue of Lavinia
With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath
To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:
Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,
That hath express'd himself in all his deeds
A father and a friend to thee and Rome.

19

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Tamora

477

My worthy lord, if ever Tamora
Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine,
Then hear me speak in indifferently for all;
And at my suit, sweet, pardon what is past.

20

Titus Andronicus
[I, 1]

Tamora

483

Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend
I should be author to dishonour you!
But on mine honour dare I undertake
For good Lord Titus' innocence in all;
Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs:
Then, at my suit, look graciously on him;
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose,
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.
[Aside to SATURNINUS] My lord, be ruled by me,]
be won at last;
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents:
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
And so supplant you for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,
Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:
I'll find a day to massacre them all
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.
[Aloud]
Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus;
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.