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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Titus Andronicus |
195 |
Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus.
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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Bassianus |
237 |
Andronicus, I do not flatter thee,
But honour thee, and will do till I die:
My faction if thou strengthen with thy friends,
I will most thankful be; and thanks to men
Of noble minds is honourable meed.
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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Saturninus |
260 |
Titus Andronicus, for thy favors done
To us in our election this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness:
And, for an onset, Titus, to advance
Thy name and honourable family,
Lavinia will I make my empress,
Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart,
And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse:
Tell me, Andronicus, doth this motion please thee?
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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Saturninus |
279 |
Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life!
How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts
Rome shall record, and when I do forget
The least of these unspeakable deserts,
Romans, forget your fealty to me.
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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Saturninus |
300 |
Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go;
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free:
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
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Titus Andronicus
[V, 3] |
Lucius |
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!
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