Speeches (Lines) for Demetrius
in "Titus Andronicus"

Total: 39

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1

I,1,150

Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
To tremble under Titus' threatening looks.
Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favor Tamora, the Queen of Goths—
When Goths were Goths and Tamora was queen—
To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes.
[Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS and MUTIUS, with]
their swords bloody]

2

II,1,574

Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am graced;
And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.

3

II,1,587

Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,
Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
Till you know better how to handle it.

4

II,1,594

Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?

5

II,1,605

Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom and withal
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.

6

II,1,625

Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.

7

II,1,635

Why makest thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother.
Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge.

8

II,1,645

Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks and liberality?
What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?

9

II,1,652

Aaron, thou hast hit it.

10

II,1,659

Nor me, so I were one.

11

II,1,691

Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits.
Per Styga, per manes vehor.

12

II,2,728

Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.

13

II,3,825

How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?

14

II,3,852

This is a witness that I am thy son.

15

II,3,860

Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:
And shall she carry this unto her grave?

16

II,3,877

Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
To see her tears; but be your heart to them
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

17

II,3,921

Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

18

II,4,1063

So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.

19

II,4,1067

See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.

20

II,4,1069

She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

21

II,4,1072

If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.

22

IV,2,1687

Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news?

23

IV,2,1701

What's here? A scroll; and written round about?
Let's see;
[Reads]
'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.'

24

IV,2,1722

But me more good, to see so great a lord
Basely insinuate and send us gifts.

25

IV,2,1726

I would we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.

26

IV,2,1731

Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.

27

IV,2,1735

Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?

28

IV,2,1737

Soft! who comes here?

29

IV,2,1762

Villain, what hast thou done?

30

IV,2,1766

And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!

31

IV,2,1774

I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point:
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.

32

IV,2,1796

Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?

33

IV,2,1802

By this our mother is forever shamed.

34

IV,2,1819

Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice:
Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.

35

IV,2,1826

How many women saw this child of his?

36

IV,2,1839

What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this?

37

IV,2,1864

For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
[Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON bearing off the]
Nurse's body]

38

V,2,2401

Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.

39

V,2,2456

Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.

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