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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Saturninus |
226 |
Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou tell?
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2 |
Titus Andronicus
[II, 3] |
Quintus |
990 |
Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
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3 |
Titus Andronicus
[III, 2] |
Titus Andronicus |
1445 |
So, so; now sit: and look you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot:
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast;
Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Then thus I thump it down.
[To LAVINIA]
Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs!
When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating,
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still.
Wound it with sighing, girl, kill it with groans;
Or get some little knife between thy teeth,
And just against thy heart make thou a hole;
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
May run into that sink, and soaking in
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
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Titus Andronicus
[IV, 1] |
Marcus Andronicus |
1551 |
Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus?
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Titus Andronicus
[IV, 1] |
Marcus Andronicus |
1605 |
Sit down, sweet niece: brother, sit down by me.
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Inspire me, that I may this treason find!
My lord, look here: look here, Lavinia:
This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou canst
This after me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
[He writes his name with his staff, and guides it]
with feet and mouth]
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,
What God will have discover'd for revenge;
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors and the truth!
[She takes the staff in her mouth, and guides it]
with her stumps, and writes]
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6 |
Titus Andronicus
[IV, 2] |
Aaron |
1763 |
That which thou canst not undo.
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7 |
Titus Andronicus
[V, 1] |
Lucius |
2206 |
Who should I swear by? thou believest no god:
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?
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8 |
Titus Andronicus
[V, 1] |
First Goth |
2256 |
What, canst thou say all this, and never blush?
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