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Speeches (Lines) for Lucius
in "Titus Andronicus"

Total: 51

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,1,113

Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths,
That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile...

2

I,1,144

Away with him! and make a fire straight;
And with our swords, upon a pile of wood,...

3

I,1,162

See, lord and father, how we have perform'd
Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd,...

4

I,1,233

Proud Saturnine, interrupter of the good
That noble-minded Titus means to thee!

5

I,1,311

And that he will, and shall, if Lucius live.

6

I,1,331

My lord, you are unjust, and, more than so,
In wrongful quarrel you have slain your son.

7

I,1,336

Dead, if you will; but not to be his wife,
That is another's lawful promised love.

8

I,1,389

But let us give him burial, as becomes;
Give Mutius burial with our brethren.

9

I,1,418

Dear father, soul and substance of us all,—

10

I,1,433

There lie thy bones, sweet Mutius, with thy friends,
Till we with trophies do adorn thy tomb.

11

I,1,525

We do, and vow to heaven and to his highness,
That what we did was mildly as we might,...

12

III,1,1154

O noble father, you lament in vain:
The tribunes hear you not; no man is by;...

13

III,1,1159

My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

14

III,1,1177

To rescue my two brothers from their death:
For which attempt the judges have pronounced...

15

III,1,1194

Ay me, this object kills me!

16

III,1,1211

Speak, gentle sister, who hath martyr'd thee?

17

III,1,1217

O, say thou for her, who hath done this deed?

18

III,1,1266

Sweet father, cease your tears; for, at your grief,
See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps.

19

III,1,1272

Ah, my Lavinia, I will wipe thy cheeks.

20

III,1,1293

Stay, father! for that noble hand of thine,
That hath thrown down so many enemies,...

21

III,1,1308

By heaven, it shall not go!

22

III,1,1311

Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son,
Let me redeem my brothers both from death.

23

III,1,1316

Then I'll go fetch an axe.

24

III,1,1386

Ah, that this sight should make so deep a wound,
And yet detested life not shrink thereat!...

25

III,1,1430

Farewell Andronicus, my noble father,
The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome:...

26

V,1,2132

Approved warriors, and my faithful friends,
I have received letters from great Rome,...

27

V,1,2149

I humbly thank him, and I thank you all.
But who comes here, led by a lusty Goth?

28

V,1,2173

O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil
That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand;...

29

V,1,2183

Too like the sire for ever being good.
First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;...

30

V,1,2194

Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st
Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd.

31

V,1,2204

Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live.

32

V,1,2206

Who should I swear by? thou believest no god:
That granted, how canst thou believe an oath?

33

V,1,2221

Even by my god I swear to thee I will.

34

V,1,2223

O most insatiate and luxurious woman!

35

V,1,2229

O detestable villain! call'st thou that trimming?

36

V,1,2232

O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself!

37

V,1,2258

Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?

38

V,1,2280

Bring down the devil; for he must not die
So sweet a death as hanging presently.

39

V,1,2286

Sirs, stop his mouth, and let him speak no more.

40

V,1,2290

Let him come near.
[Enter AEMILIUS]...

41

V,1,2300

AEmilius, let the emperor give his pledges
Unto my father and my uncle Marcus,...

42

V,3,2526

Uncle Marcus, since it is my father's mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

43

V,3,2529

Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;...

44

V,3,2539

Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in....

45

V,3,2546

What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?

46

V,3,2601

Can the son's eye behold his father bleed?
There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!...

47

V,3,2635

Then, noble auditory, be it known to you,
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius...

48

V,3,2690

Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so,
To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!...

49

V,3,2704

Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well:...

50

V,3,2724

Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food;...

51

V,3,2736

Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his father's grave:...

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