Speeches (Lines) for Young Lucius
in "Titus Andronicus"
Total: 11

1

III,2,1491

Good grandsire, leave these bitter deep laments:
Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale.

2

IV,1,1537

Help, grandsire, help! my aunt Lavinia
Follows me every where, I know not why:...

3

IV,1,1543

Ay, when my father was in Rome she did.

4

IV,1,1552

My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess,
Unless some fit or frenzy do possess her:...

5

IV,1,1580

Grandsire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphoses;
My mother gave it me.

6

IV,1,1651

I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe...

7

IV,1,1656

And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.

8

IV,1,1662

Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.

9

IV,2,1683

My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your honours from Andronicus....

10

IV,2,1688

[Aside] That you are both decipher'd, that's the news,
For villains mark'd with rape.—May it please you,...

11

V,3,2716

O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!...