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Speeches (Lines) for Clown
in "Titus Andronicus"

Total: 12

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Titus Andronicus. Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy!
[Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in]
News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.
Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

Clown. O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
the next week.



Titus Andronicus. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

Clown. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
in all my life.



Titus Andronicus. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.



Titus Andronicus. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

Clown. From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my
young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.



Titus Andronicus. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor
with a grace?

Clown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.



Titus Andronicus. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,
But give your pigeons to the emperor:
By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.
Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace
deliver a supplication?

Clown. Ay, sir.



Titus Andronicus. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you
come to him, at the first approach you must kneel,
then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and
then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; see
you do it bravely.

Clown. I warrant you, sir, let me alone.



Titus Andronicus. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.
Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.
And when thou hast given it the emperor,
Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.

Clown. God be with you, sir; I will.



Tamora. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart;
And rather comfort his distressed plight
Than prosecute the meanest or the best
For these contempts.
Why, thus it shall become
High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:
But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,
Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
[Enter Clown]
How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?

Clown. Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.



Tamora. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.

Clown. 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.



Saturninus. Go, take him away, and hang him presently.

Clown. How much money must I have?



Tamora. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.

Clown. Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
a fair end.

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