Speeches (Lines) for Lucius
in "Titus Andronicus"

Total: 51

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1

I,1,113

Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh,
Before this earthy prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeased,
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.

2

I,1,144

Away with him! and make a fire straight;
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbs till they be clean consumed.

3

I,1,162

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.

4

I,1,233

Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

5

I,1,311

And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

6

I,1,331

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

7

I,1,336

Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
That is another's lawful promised love.

8

I,1,389

But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

9

I,1,418

Dear father, soul and substance of us all,—

10

I,1,433

There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.

11

I,1,525

We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness,
That what we did was mildly as we might,
Tendering our sister's honour and our own.

12

III,1,1154

O noble father, you lament in vain:
The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;
And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

13

III,1,1159

My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

14

III,1,1177

To rescue my two brothers from their death:
For which attempt the judges have pronounced
My everlasting doom of banishment.

15

III,1,1194

Ay me, this object kills me!

16

III,1,1211

Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?

17

III,1,1217

O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?

18

III,1,1266

Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,
See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.

19

III,1,1272

Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.

20

III,1,1293

Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many enemies,
Shall not be sent: my hand will serve the turn:
My youth can better spare my blood than you;
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.

21

III,1,1308

By heaven, it shall not go!

22

III,1,1311

Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,
Let me redeem my brothers both from death.

23

III,1,1316

Then I'll go fetch an axe.

24

III,1,1386

Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,
And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
That ever death should let life bear his name,
Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!

25

III,1,1430

Farewell Andronicus, my noble father,
The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome:
Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again,
He leaves his pledges dearer than his life:
Farewell, Lavinia, my noble sister;
O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives
But in oblivion and hateful griefs.
If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;
And make proud Saturnine and his empress
Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.
Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,
To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine.

26

V,1,2132

Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome,
Which signify what hate they bear their emperor
And how desirous of our sight they are.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness,
Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
And wherein Rome hath done you any scath,
Let him make treble satisfaction.

27

V,1,2149

I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

28

V,1,2173

O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil
That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;
This is the pearl that pleased your empress' eye,
And here's the base fruit of his burning lust.
Say, wall-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?
A halter, soldiers! hang him on this tree.
And by his side his fruit of bastardy.

29

V,1,2183

Too like the sire for ever being good.
First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;
A sight to vex the father's soul withal.
Get me a ladder.

30

V,1,2194

Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.

31

V,1,2204

Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live.

32

V,1,2206

Who should I swear by? thou believest no god:
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?

33

V,1,2221

Even by my god I swear to thee I will.

34

V,1,2223

O most insatiate and luxurious woman!

35

V,1,2229

O detestable villain! call'st thou that trimming?

36

V,1,2232

O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!

37

V,1,2258

Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?

38

V,1,2280

Bring down the devil; for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging presently.

39

V,1,2286

Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.

40

V,1,2290

Let him come near.
[Enter AEMILIUS]
Welcome, AEmilius. what's the news from Rome?

41

V,1,2300

AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,
And we will come. March away.

42

V,3,2526

Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

43

V,3,2529

Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him
Till he be brought unto the empress' face,
For testimony of her foul proceedings:
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us.

44

V,3,2539

Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
[Exeunt Goths, with AARON. Flourish within]
The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
[Enter SATURNINUS and TAMORA, with AEMILIUS,]
Tribunes, Senators, and others]

45

V,3,2546

What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?

46

V,3,2601

Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!
[Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. LUCIUS, MARCUS,]
and others go up into the balcony]

47

V,3,2635

Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister:
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded;
Our father's tears despised, and basely cozen'd
Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out,
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome's enemies:
Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears.
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
I am the turned forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood;
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just and full of truth.
But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise: O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

48

V,3,2690

Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task:
Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near,
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips,
[Kissing TITUS]
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face,
The last true duties of thy noble son!

49

V,3,2704

Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well:
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow:
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;
In that respect, then, like a loving child,
Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it so:
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe:
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave;
Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

50

V,3,2724

Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food;
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.

51

V,3,2736

Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his father's grave:
My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
Be closed in our household's monument.
As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, nor man m mourning weeds,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,
By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

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