Speeches (Lines) for All in "Titus Andronicus"

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

All. [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius;
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Aemilius. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so.

All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal emperor!

Marcus Andronicus. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house,
[To Attendants]
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor,
To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.

All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor!