Speeches (Lines) for Aemilius
|
||
# | Act, Scene, Line (Click to see in context) |
Speech text |
1 |
Arm, arm, my lord;—Rome never had more cause.
|
|
2 |
Your bidding shall I do effectually. |
|
3 |
Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
|
|
4 |
Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
|
|
5 |
You sad Andronici, have done with woes:
|
Return to the "Titus Andronicus" menu