Speeches (Lines) for Clown in "Titus Andronicus"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 3
  • O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
    them down again, for the man...
  • O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
    them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
    the next week.
  • Titus Andronicus. Why, there it goes: God give his lordship joy!
    [Enter a Clown, with a basket, and two pigeons in]
    it]
    News, news from heaven! Marcus, the post is come.
    Sirrah, what tidings? have you any letters?
    Shall I have justice? what says Jupiter?

    Clown. O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
    them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
    the next week.

2 IV / 3
  • Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
    in all my life.
  • Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
    in all my life.
  • Titus Andronicus. But what says Jupiter, I ask thee?

    Clown. Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
    in all my life.

3 IV / 3
  • Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
  • Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
  • Titus Andronicus. Why, villain, art not thou the carrier?

    Clown. Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.

4 IV / 3
  • From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
    forbid I should be so bold to...
  • From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
    forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my
    young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the
    tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
    betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.
  • Titus Andronicus. Why, didst thou not come from heaven?

    Clown. From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
    forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my
    young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the
    tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
    betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's men.

5 IV / 3
  • Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
  • Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
  • Titus Andronicus. Tell me, can you deliver an oration to the emperor
    with a grace?

    Clown. Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.

6 IV / 3
  • Ay, sir.
  • Ay, sir.
  • Titus Andronicus. Sirrah, come hither: make no more ado,
    But give your pigeons to the emperor:
    By me thou shalt have justice at his hands.
    Hold, hold; meanwhile here's money for thy charges.
    Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace
    deliver a supplication?

    Clown. Ay, sir.

7 IV / 3
  • I warrant you, sir, let me alone.
  • I warrant you, sir, let me alone.
  • Titus Andronicus. Then here is a supplication for you. And when you
    come to him, at the first approach you must kneel,
    then kiss his foot, then deliver up your pigeons, and
    then look for your reward. I'll be at hand, sir; see
    you do it bravely.

    Clown. I warrant you, sir, let me alone.

8 IV / 3
  • God be with you, sir; I will.
  • God be with you, sir; I will.
  • Titus Andronicus. Sirrah, hast thou a knife? come, let me see it.
    Here, Marcus, fold it in the oration;
    For thou hast made it like an humble suppliant.
    And when thou hast given it the emperor,
    Knock at my door, and tell me what he says.

    Clown. God be with you, sir; I will.

9 IV / 4
  • Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.
  • Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.
  • Tamora. My gracious lord, my lovely Saturnine,
    Lord of my life, commander of my thoughts,
    Calm thee, and bear the faults of Titus' age,
    The effects of sorrow for his valiant sons,
    Whose loss hath pierced him deep and scarr'd his heart;
    And rather comfort his distressed plight
    Than prosecute the meanest or the best
    For these contempts.
    [Aside]
    Why, thus it shall become
    High-witted Tamora to gloze with all:
    But, Titus, I have touched thee to the quick,
    Thy life-blood out: if Aaron now be wise,
    Then is all safe, the anchor's in the port.
    [Enter Clown]
    How now, good fellow! wouldst thou speak with us?

    Clown. Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.

10 IV / 4
  • 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
    I have brought you a lette...
  • 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
    I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.
  • Tamora. Empress I am, but yonder sits the emperor.

    Clown. 'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
    I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.

11 IV / 4
  • How much money must I have?
  • How much money must I have?
  • Saturninus. Go, take him away, and hang him presently.

    Clown. How much money must I have?

12 IV / 4
  • Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
    a fair end.
  • Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
    a fair end.
  • Tamora. Come, sirrah, you must be hanged.

    Clown. Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
    a fair end.

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