O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well: Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it. and thou hast. Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound. Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. People of Rome, and people's tribunes here. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence; For it is you that puts us to our shifts: I'll make you feed on berries and on roots. As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers? These that survive let Rome reward with love; These that I bring unto their latest home. If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall: He thinks, with Jove in heaven, or somewhere else. Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts! He leaves his pledges dearer than his life: O, would thou wert as thou tofore hast been! To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues. Tears of true joy for his return to Rome. Of her two branches, those sweet ornaments. Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths. The palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull; There speak, and strike, brave boys, and take. [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. And in that paste let their vile heads be baked. [Aside] Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over. Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught. The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power, Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do, These tidings nip me, and I hang the head. Nay, nay, sweet emperor, we must all be friends: The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace; I will not be denied: sweet heart, look back. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. what villain was it that spake. His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? And now, young lords, was't not a happy star. Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: Rome's royal mistress, mistress of my heart. Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy. Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my thoughts! Than youthful April shall with all his showers: In summer's drought I'll drop upon thee still; In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow. Provide thee two proper palfreys, black as jet. Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating. Who found this letter? And yet detested life not shrink thereat! And with a gad of steel will write these words. Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news? Makes me less gracious or thee more fortunate: To serve, and to deserve my mistress' grace; And that my sword upon thee shall approve. I will not hear her speak; away with her! I'll find some cunning practise out of hand. He craves a parley at your father's house, AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges. That ever death should let life bear his name. And father of that chaste dishonour'd dame. This is the feast that I have bid her to. Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours. when we join in league. He pretends to accept Demetrius and Chiron as the personifications of Rape and Murder, invites them into his house, and murders them, with Lavinia holding a basin to catch their blood. Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body. But give them to his master for a present. Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so. Titus Andronicus By S. Clarke Hulse's count, Titus Andronicus is a play with "14 killings, 9 of them on stage, 6 severed members, 1 rape (or 2 or 3, depending on how you count), 1 live burial, 1 case of … This poor right hand of mine. what are they call'd? no womanhood? You are a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone; And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass. Thanks, sweet Lavinia. O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast. Stand gracious to the rites that we intend! Enter MARTIUS and MUTIUS; After them, two Men bearing a coffin covered with black; then LUCIUS and QUINTUS. To be controll'd in that he frankly gave: That hath express'd himself in all his deeds. And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live. And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds. Now let me show a brother's love to thee. So that perforce you must needs stay a time. And tears will quickly melt thy life away. Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans? Tendering our sister's honour and our own. Good Titus, dry thine eyes. And, would you represent our queen aright. 'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning; Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day! Is it your trick to make me ope the door. If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! There shall we consummate our spousal rites. Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art. They told me, here, at dead time of the night. Unappeased, she urges her sons Chiron and Demetrius to rape Titus's daughter Lavinia, after which they cut off her hands and tongue so she cannot give their crime away. I'll be at hand, sir; see. Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound. was ever seen, Troubled, confronted thus; and, for the extent. Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge. Lavinia, though you left me like a churl, I found a friend, and sure as death I swore. Come on, my lords, the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again. Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns. Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus? Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse. How now, good fellow! Ah, beastly creature! That I have reconciled your friends and you. That hath been breeder of these dire events. Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die! To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. Who is this? To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death. And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. This growing image of thy fiend-like face? for thou hast stay'd us here too long. A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant. Corrections? And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry. And keep eternal spring-time on thy face. A great tumult. Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind? Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft. Are these thy ministers? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! Sirs, take you to your tools. And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend. Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, Which signify what hate they bear their emperor. Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. And find out murderers in their guilty caves: And when thy car is loaden with their heads. Could not all hell afford you such a devil? here have we found him dead. O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee; The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble; What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. Why dost not speak to me? look that you bind them fast. And make the silken strings delight to kiss them. Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage, Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung. And pierce the inmost centre of the earth: Ah, Rome! Eventually, he begins to act oddly and everyone assumes that he is crazy. Follow, my lord, and I'll soon bring her back.