Titus Andronicus- Important Quotes (For passage Lest, then, the people, and patricians too,
Identification component) Upon a just survey take Titus' part
And so supplant you for ingratitude
Themes: nature, wilderness, revenge, power, Which Rome reputes a heinous sin”
reading/ language/ communication, female body,
estrangement vs belonging, barbarism vs “Titus, I am now incorporate in Rome,
civilization, gender roles and power, Race Tamora- shows roman/goth fusion
A Roman now adopted happily,
Characters: Tamora, Saturninus, Bassianus, Titus,
Lavinia, Chiron, Demetrius, Aaron, Marcus, Lucius, And must advise the Emperor for his good.
This day all quarrels die Andronicus”
Quintus, Martius, Mutius, Young Lucius
“Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe ouf of Fortune's shot, and sits aloft,
“Noble patricians, patrons of my right Secure of thunder's crack or lightening flash,
Advanced above pale Envy's threatening reach.
Defend the justice of my cause with arms As when the golden sun salutes the moon
And countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my succesive title with your swords "So Tamora."
I am his firstborn son that was the last
Aaron's opening speech-set in iambic pentameter.
The wore the imperial diadem of Rome The "So Tamora." is more effective because it cuts
Then let my father's honors live in me
of iambic pentameter- used to call attention
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity” Simile: "As when the golden sun.."-compare event
Saturninus, saying why he should be emperor, after in natural world-magnifies
his father, Caeasar, has died. Shakespeare likes to
“And why should he despair that knows to court it
open his plays with public declarations With word, fair looks, and liberality?
“Now madam, are you prisoner to an emperor What, hast thou full often struck a doe
To him that for your honor and your state And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?”
Will use you nobly, and your followers” Demetrius
Titus Andronicus- telling Tamora she gets to be a Speaks of Lavinia as if she is a deer- dehumanizes
prisoner of ROME- again shows how he places her- she belongs to someone else, so they are
Rome at such a high level in his life
Erotic desire is often figured in a venereal nature:
“O cruel, irreligious piety!” Tamora the hunt. This metaphor is literalized here because
“For good Lord Titus' innocence in all, they will actually hunt her. Perhaps calling
attention to the type of language used to convey
Tamora-shows that she knows how erotic desire
Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs,
“The hunt is up, the moon is bright and gray,
Then at my suit look graciously on him. The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green.
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Uncouple here, and let us make a bay
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart And wake the Emperor and his lovely bride”
...... Titus- describing the hunt and the world they are in “O, how the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute
“That you affect, and so must you resolve,
And make silken strings delight to kiss them for his
That what you cannot as you would achieve, life.”
You must perforce accomplish as you may.”
Marcus (Titus' brother, tribune in Rome)- speech
Aaron- Line shows how theatre is highly rhetorical
when he discovers Lavinia, using TREE IMAGERY to
(work is done by language). Language has the describe.
ability to conjure realities
“Who is this? My niece, that fies away so fast?-
“My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,
Cousin, a word. Where is your husband?
When everything doth make a gleeful boast? If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me.
The birds chant melody on every bush,
The snakes lies rolled in the cheerful sun, If I do wake, some planet strike me down
That I may slumber an eternal sleep.”
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind
And make a checkered shadow on the ground..... Marcus- upon discovering Lavinia.
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet mmelodius “Why, tis no matter, man. If they did hear,
They would not mark me; if they did mark,
birds They would not pity me. Yet plead I must,
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep” And bootless unto them.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones,
Tamora- describes their evil deeds using nature- Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
seems pleasant Yet in some sort they are better than the Tribunes
For that they will not intercept my tale:
“Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
These two have ticed me hither to this place, Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;
A barren, detested vale you see it;
The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these.”
Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe”
Titus talking to the stones and Marcus. About how
Tamora- telling her sons Demetrius and Chiron how
Bassania and Lavinia are making her life miserable. Rome has gone against him and he talks to stones
for comfort. The people who once supported him
Using nature to describe- making it UNPLEASANT have turned their backs on him. Titus is
“Who have we here? Rome's royal empress, unaccomodated, unloved. He is trying to find some
Unfurnished of her well-beseeming troop? connections with the natural world.
Or is it Dian, habited like her, “O brother, speak with possibility,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves
And do not break into these deep extremes.”
To see the general hunting in this forest?”
Bassanius- (brother of Saturninus, husband of
Lavinia, seconde eldest son to Caesar)- teasing Marcus tries to keep Titus’ mind in reason.
Tamora, stepping on her dignity “She's with the lion deeply still in league,
And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back; And when he sleeps will she do what she list. AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
You are a young hunstman. Marcus; let alone.” Even now I curse the day- and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse-
TItus- Wherein I did not some notorious ill;
the scene where the young Lucius delivers the
amour and presents to Chrion and Demitrius. There As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
is irony in the speech because when Titus tells Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Young Lucius there is another way, there could be
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
two ways. One way where in the next generation Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
he does not use violence, or the literal way that
Titus does mean. He will show the Young Lucius a Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
cunning way to extract true revenge. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
"But"? How if that fly had a father and mother? And set them upright at their dear friends' door
How would he hang his slender gilded wings Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And buzz lamenting doings in the ait! And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Poor harmless fly, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
That, with his pretty buzzing melody,
Came here to make us merry! Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
And thou hast killed him. As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
The Young Lucius is freaked out because the But that I cannot do ten thousand more.”
disfigured Lavinia is trying to grab his books.
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done?
Marcus then kills a fly. And Titus gets angry at this
act of Cruelty against a fly which may in fact have Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.
family. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.
Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
Pardon me, sir. It was a black, ill-favored fly,
Like to the Empress' Moor. Therefore I killed him. Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me
Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
Titus then changes his mind and condones the That womanhood denies my tongue to tell.
killing of the fly. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust,
What you get in a radical oscillation. He has intense
And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
sympathy, but also intense hate. Sympathy for Where never man’s eye may behold my body:
others who die, but he can’t see a way to be
Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
sympathetic to the Moor and therefore he can Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:
never truly see the redemptive quality of the No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
moment. He can’t learn a beneficial lesson from
Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long.
the evil that has been done unto himself. His brutal Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly
personality takes over again when Marcus
compares the innocent fly to the Black Moor. The blot and enemy to our general name.
LUCIUS. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? Aaron: Madam, though Venus govern your desires, And thou, and I, sit round about some fountain,
Saturn is dominator over mine:
Looking downwards to behold our cheeks
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, How they are stained, like meadows yet not dry
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. And in the fountain shall we gaze so long
Hark Tamora, the empress of my soul, Till the fresh taste be taken from that clearness,
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,
And made a brine pit with our bitter tears? Or shall
This is the day of doom for Bassianus: we cut away our hands, like thine?
His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, Or shall we bite our tongues, and in dumb shows
Thy sons make pillage of her chastity Pass the remainder of our hateful days?
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,
Seest thou this letter? take it up, I pray thee,
Plot some deuce of further misery,
And give the king this fatal plotted scroll. To make us wonder'd at in time to come.
SATURNINUS: What, madam! be dishonour'd Marcus (after the discussion regarding the killing of
openly, And basely put it up without revenge? the fly with a family): Alas, poor man! grief has so
wrought on him,
TAMORA: be won at last;
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: He takes false shadows for true substances
You are but newly planted in your throne;
Lest, then, the people, and patricians too, I say, my lord, that if I were a man,
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part,
And so supplant you for ingratitude, Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin, For these bad bondmen to the yoke of Rome.
Yield at entreats; and then let me alone:
I'll find a day to massacre them all Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft
And raze their faction and their family, For his ungrateful country done the like
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life, TITUS ANDRONICUS
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen Come, go with me into mine armoury;
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy,
Tamora: But straight they told me they would bind Shalt carry from me to the empress' sons
me here Presents that I intend to send them both:
Come, come; thou'lt do thy message, wilt thou not?
Unto the body of a dismal yew,
And leave me to this miserable death: Young LUCIUS
And then they call'd me foul adulteress, Ay, with my dagger in their bosoms, grandsire.
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear did hear to such effect: No, boy, not so; I'll teach thee another course.
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed. Titus: O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;
Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children. And, if one arm's embracement will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by.
Titus: Gentle Lavinia, let me kiss thy lips. Titus: You know your mother means to feast with
Or make some sign how I may do thee ease:
Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: TITUS ANDRONICUS
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust I give him you, the noblest that survives,
The eldest son of this distressed queen.
And with your blood and it I'll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear
And make two pasties of your shameful heads, Romans, do me right:
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase. Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them
This is the feast that I have bid her to, Till Saturninus be Rome's emperor.
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on
Andronicus, would thou wert shipp'd to hell,
Rather than rob me of the people's hearts
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!
Kills TITUS What, villain boy!
Barr'st me my way in Rome?
Can the son's eye behold his father bleed? Stabbing MUTIUS
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed! MUTIUS
Help, Lucius, help!
Marcus: Of this was Tamora delivered;
The issue of an irreligious Moor, AARON
Chief architect and plotter of these woes: For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:
The villain is alive in Titus' house, 'Tis policy and stratagem must do
And as he is, to witness this is true. That you affect; and so must you resolve,
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge That what you cannot as you would achieve,
These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear. You must perforce accomplish as you may.
Take this of me: Lucrece was not more chaste
Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Than this Lavinia, Bassianus' love.
Have we done aught amiss,--show us wherein, A speedier course than lingering languishment
And, from the place where you behold us now, Must we pursue, and I have found the path.
The poor remainder of Andronici
My lords, a solemn hunting is in hand;
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down. There will the lovely Roman ladies troop:
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, The forest walks are wide and spacious;
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak; and if you say we shall, And many unfrequented plots there are
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. Fitted by kind for rape and villany:
Single you thither then this dainty doe,
LUCIUS And strike her home by force, if not by words:
Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths, [...]
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile
There serve your lusts, shadow'd from heaven's
Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh, eye,
Before this earthy prison of their bones;
That so the shadows be not unappeased, And revel in Lavinia's treasury.
Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Aaron: This is the day of doom for Bassianus:
His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day, Thy sons make pillage of her chastity He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood. As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.
Come, let us go, and make thy father blind;
Chiron: Drag hence her husband to some secret For such a sight will blind a father's eye:
And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;
What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee
Marcus: Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle
hands O, could our mourning ease thy misery!
Have lopp'd and hew'd and made thy body bare
Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments, O happy man! they have befriended thee.
Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
in, That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
And might not gain so great a happiness
As have thy love? Why dost not speak to me? Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine: how happy art thou, then,
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, From these devourers to be banished!
Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,
But who comes with our brother Marcus here?
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath. MARCUS ANDRONICUS
But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee, You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue. By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl
Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame! Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood, O, let me teach you how to knit again
As from a conduit with three issuing spouts, This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,
Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face These broken limbs again into one body;
Blushing to be encountered with a cloud. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
Shall I speak for thee? shall I say 'tis so?
O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,
That I might rail at him, to ease my mind! So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, CHIRON
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.
And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind:
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; DEMETRIUS
See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
A craftier Tereus, cousin, hast thou met, CHIRON
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
That could have better sew'd than Philomel. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute, She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them,
He would not then have touch'd them for his life! Aaron: O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:
Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony
Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,
Which that sweet tongue hath made, A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no: [...] But send the midwife presently to me. Tamora: Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious
The midwife and the nurse well made away, conqueror,
Then let the ladies tattle what they please. Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed,
A mother's tears in passion for her son:
Titus talking about what to do with Chiron and
Demetrius: Oft have you heard me wish for such an And if thy sons were ever dear to thee,
O, think my son to be as dear to me!
And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, DEMETRIUS
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am graced;
Bassianus: Romans, friends, followers, favorers of And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son, Demetrius, thou dost over-ween in all;
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Keep then this passage to the Capitol And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
'Tis not the difference of a year or two
And suffer not dishonour to approach Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate:
The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
I am as able and as fit as thou
To justice, continence and nobility; To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace;
But let desert in pure election shine,
And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice And that my sword upon thee shall approve,
And plead my passions for Lavinia's love
Aaron describing Tamora’s new position in rome: Nurse: Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime:
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash;
Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach. And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, When Tamora gives orders to have her newborn
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, son "christen[ed]" with a "dagger's point," the
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, Empress seems indistinguishable from Titus
And overlooks the highest-peering hills; Andronicus, who is also willing to slay his own
So Tamora children.
Saturninus: Is warlike Lucius general of the Goths?
These tidings nip me, and I hang the head
As flowers with frost or grass beat down with we see a side of Aaron that makes him seem more
humane as he tries to defend his child’s life
Ay, now begin our sorrows to approach: Bassianus talks about the queen being
'Tis he the common people love so much; contaminated by Aaron’s blackness: Believe me,
Myself hath often over-heard them say, queen, your swarth Cimmerian
When I have walked like a private man,
Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
That Lucius' banishment was wrongfully, Spotted, detested, and abominable.
And they have wish'd that Lucius were their Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
emperor. Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed.
And wander'd hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,
If foul desire had not conducted you? And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament
Lavinia’s harsh racial comments to Tamora: I pray
you, let us hence, BASSIANUS
And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.(Siezing
This valley fits the purpose passing well lavinia)
Aaron talks about how he loves his evilness: Let TITUS ANDRONICUS
fools do good, and fair men call for grace. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?
Aaron will have his soul black like his face BASSIANUS
Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal
AARON To do myself this reason and this right.
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent MARCUS ANDRONICUS
her? 'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:
Nurse This prince in justice seizeth but his own
A devil. Demetrius to Chiron: She is a woman, therefore
AARON may be woo'd,
Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue. She is a woman, therefore may be won,
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd.
Aaron says to the nurse: 'Zounds, ye whore! is
black so base a hue? TITUS ANDRONICUS
An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
Aaron: What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted Was it well done of rash Virginius
boys! To slay his daughter with his own right hand,
Because she was enforced, stain'd, and deflower'd?
Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs!
Coal-black is better than another hue, SATURNINUS
In that it scorns to bear another hue It was, Andronicus.
For all the water in the ocean Because the girl should not survive her shame,
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
Tell the empress from me, I am of age And by her presence still renew his sorrows
To keep mine own, excuse it how she can.
Aaron rejects Tamora’s sexual advances to plan the
destruction of the Andronici:
Chiron is embarrassed about his black half-brother:
I blush to think upon this ignomy Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
Saturn is dominator over mine:
AARON What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
My silence and my cloudy melancholy,
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
Even as an adder when she doth unroll
The close enacts and counsels of the heart! To do some fatal execution?
No, madam, these are no venereal signs:
Bassianus: Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
In thy uprightness and integrity,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head
And so I love and honour thee and thine, Tamora says goodbye to her sons before they rape Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
Lavinia to be with Aaron: I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure. Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Was there none else in Rome to make a stale,
Till all the Andronici be made away. But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r. That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
Lavinia: Satruninus talks about Lavinia to Titus and
everyone: But go thy ways; go, give that changing
Under your patience, gentle empress, piece
'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword
And to be doubted that your Moor and you A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
Are singled forth to try experiments: One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
Lucius: But let us give him burial, as becomes;
DEMETRIUS Give Mutius burial with our brethren.
Villain, what hast thou done?
AARON Marcus: My lord, this is impiety in you:
That which thou canst not undo. My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him
CHIRON He must be buried with his brethren.
Thou hast undone our mother.
AARON Marcus: Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter
Villain, I have done thy mother. His noble nephew here in virtue's nest,
That died in honour and Lavinia's cause.
************************************ Thou art a Roman; be not barbarous:
The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax
Saturninus: Thanks, noble Titus, father of my life! That slew himself; and wise Laertes' son
How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts Did graciously plead for his funerals:
Rome shall record, and when I do forget
Let not young Mutius, then, that was thy joy
The least of these unspeakable deserts, Be barr'd his entrance here.
Romans, forget your fealty to me.
Saturninus: A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue Traitor, if Rome have law or we have power,
That I would choose, were I to choose anew. Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape.
Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:
Though chance of war hath wrought this change of BASSIANUS
cheer, Rape, call you it, my lord, to seize my own,
Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:
My truth-betrothed love and now my wife?
Princely shall be thy usage every way. But let the laws of Rome determine all;
Rest on my word, and let not discontent Meanwhile I am possess'd of that is mine.
Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you
Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths. TAMORA
Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?
Not so, my lord; the gods of Rome forfend
I should be author to dishonour you!
Staurninus: No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her But on mine honour dare I undertake
not, For good Lord Titus' innocence in all; Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs: This vengeance on me had they executed.
Then, at my suit, look graciously on him; Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
Nor with sour looks afflict his gentle heart.
Lavinia: ‘Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:
Aside to SATURNINUS Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--
The lion moved with pity did endure
be won at last; To have his princely paws pared all away:
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents: Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
You are but newly planted in your throne; The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:
Lest, then, the people, and patricians too, O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
And so supplant you for ingratitude,
Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin, Titus: O gracious emperor! O gentle Aaron!
Yield at entreats; and then let me alone: Did ever raven sing so like a lark,
I'll find a day to massacre them all That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
And raze their faction and their family, With all my heart, I'll send the emperor My hand:
The cruel father and his traitorous sons, Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen Lucius after Titus receives his hand and the heads
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. of Quintus and Martius: Ah, that this sight should
make so deep a wound,
Aloud And yet detested life not shrink thereat!
That ever death should let life bear his name,
Come, come, sweet emperor; come, Andronicus; Where life hath no more interest but to breathe!
Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart
That dies in tempest of thy angry frown.
Aaron: The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: Ha, ha, ha!
The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull;
Tamora: Here never shines the sun; here nothing Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven: TITUS ANDRONICUS
And when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Why, I have not another tear to shed:
They told me, here, at dead time of the night,
Besides, this sorrow is an enemy,
A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, And would usurp upon my watery eyes
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, And make them blind with tributary tears:
Would make such fearful and confused cries Then which way shall I find Revenge's cave?
As any mortal body hearing it
For these two heads do seem to speak to me,
Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. And threat me I shall never come to bliss
No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Till all these mischiefs be return'd again
But straight they told me they would bind me here Even in their throats that have committed them.
Unto the body of a dismal yew, Come, let me see what task I have to do.
And leave me to this miserable death:
You heavy people, circle me about,
And then they call'd me foul adulteress, That I may turn me to each one of you,
Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs.
That ever ear did hear to such effect: The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head;
And, had you not by wondrous fortune come,
And in this hand the other I will bear. Lavinia, thou shalt be employ'd: these arms! That touches this my first-born son and heir!
Bear thou my hand, sweet wench, between thy I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,
teeth. With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,
As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight; Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,
Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay: Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.
Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there:
And, if you love me, as I think you do, DEMETRIUS Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress
Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do.
AARON My mistress is my mistress; this myself,
Lucius: Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power,
To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. The vigour and the picture of my youth:
This before all the world do I prefer;
This maugre all the world will I keep safe,
O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
AARON DEMETRIUS By this our mother is forever shamed.
CHIRON Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Nurse The emperor, in his rage, will doom her
O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye, CHIRON I blush to think upon this ignomy.
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace! AARON Why, there's the privilege your beauty
She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd.
DEMETRIUS Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice! LUCIUS O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!
CHIRON AARON Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them:
It shall not live.
Titus to Chiron and Demetrius:
It shall not die. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
Nurse Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
Aaron, it must; the mo