Speeches (Lines) for Titus Andronicus
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Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
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I give him you, the noblest that survives,
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Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me.
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Let it be so; and let Andronicus
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Kind Rome, that hast thus lovingly reserved
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Thanks, gentle tribune, noble brother Marcus. |
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A better head her glorious body fits
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Patience, Prince Saturninus. |
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Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee
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People of Rome, and people's tribunes here,
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Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I make,
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It doth, my worthy lord; and in this match
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[To TAMORA] Now, madam, are you prisoner to
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How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord? |
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Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?
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Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back. |
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What, villain boy!
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Nor thou, nor he, are any sons of mine;
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O monstrous! what reproachful words are these? |
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These words are razors to my wounded heart. |
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I am not bid to wait upon this bride.
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No, foolish tribune, no; no son of mine,
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Traitors, away! he rests not in this tomb:
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'And shall!' what villain was it that spake
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What, would you bury him in my despite? |
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Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,
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Speak thou no more, if all the rest will speed. |
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Rise, Marcus, rise.
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I know not, Marcus; but I know it is,
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Prince Bassianus, leave to plead my deeds:
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I thank your majesty, and her, my lord:
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To-morrow, an it please your majesty
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The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
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And I have horse will follow where the game
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High emperor, upon my feeble knee
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I did, my lord: yet let me be their bail;
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Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. |
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Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!
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Ah, Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.
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Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear,
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O happy man! they have befriended thee.
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Will it consume me? let me see it, then. |
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Why, Marcus, so she is. |
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Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
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It was my deer; and he that wounded her
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If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful
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Ah, Marcus, Marcus! brother, well I wot
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Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs:
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O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!
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Sirs, strive no more: such wither'd herbs as these
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Agree between you; I will spare my hand. |
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Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both:
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Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd.
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O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven,
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Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?
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When will this fearful slumber have an end? |
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Ha, ha, ha! |
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Why, I have not another tear to shed:
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So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more
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How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?
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Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears,
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Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;
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But how, if that fly had a father and mother?
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O, O, O,
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Come, take away. Lavinia, go with me:
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She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. |
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Fear her not, Lucius: somewhat doth she mean:
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How now, Lavinia! Marcus, what means this?
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Lucius, what book is that she tosseth so? |
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Soft! see how busily she turns the leaves!
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Lavinia, wert thou thus surprised, sweet girl,
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Give signs, sweet girl, for here are none
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O, do ye read, my lord, what she hath writ?
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Magni Dominator poli,
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'Tis sure enough, an you knew how.
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Come, go with me into mine armoury;
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No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.
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Come, Marcus; come, kinsmen; this is the way.
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Publius, how now! how now, my masters!
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He doth me wrong to feed me with delays.
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Now, masters, draw.
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Ha, ha!
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Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy!
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But what says Jupiter, I ask thee? |
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Why, villain, art not thou the carrier? |
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Why, didst thou not come from heaven? |
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Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor
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Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,
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Then here is a supplication for you. And when you
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Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.
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Come, Marcus, let us go. Publius, follow me. |
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Who doth molest my contemplation?
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No, not a word; how can I grace my talk,
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I am not mad; I know thee well enough:
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Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me,
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Do me some service, ere I come to thee.
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Are these thy ministers? what are they call'd? |
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Good Lord, how like the empress' sons they are!
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Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
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Look round about the wicked streets of Rome;
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Marcus, my brother! 'tis sad Titus calls.
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Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me;
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[Aside] I know them all, though they suppose me mad,
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I know thou dost; and, sweet Revenge, farewell. |
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Tut, I have work enough for you to do.
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Know you these two? |
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Fie, Publius, fie! thou art too much deceived;
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Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
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Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen;
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Because I would be sure to have all well,
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An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
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Your reason, mighty lord? |
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A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
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Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
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Will't please you eat? will't please your
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Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius:
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Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;
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