Speeches (Lines) for Lavinia in "Titus Andronicus"

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1 I / 1
  • In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
    My noble lord and father, live in...
  • In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
    My noble lord and father, live in fame!
    Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
    I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
    And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,
    Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
    O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
    Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!
  • Titus Andronicus. Let it be so; and let Andronicus
    Make this his latest farewell to their souls.
    [Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb]
    In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
    Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
    Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
    Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
    Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
    No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
    In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!

    Lavinia. In peace and honour live Lord Titus long;
    My noble lord and father, live in fame!
    Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears
    I render, for my brethren's obsequies;
    And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy,
    Shed on the earth, for thy return to Rome:
    O, bless me here with thy victorious hand,
    Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud!

2 I / 1
  • Not I, my lord; sith true nobility
    Warrants these words in princely courtesy...
  • Not I, my lord; sith true nobility
    Warrants these words in princely courtesy.
  • Saturninus. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue
    That I would choose, were I to choose anew.
    Clear up, fair queen, that cloudy countenance:
    Though chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer,
    Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome:
    Princely shall be thy usage every way.
    Rest on my word, and let not discontent
    Daunt all your hopes: madam, he comforts you
    Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.
    Lavinia, you are not displeased with this?

    Lavinia. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility
    Warrants these words in princely courtesy.

3 II / 2
  • I say, no;
    I have been broad awake two hours and more.
  • I say, no;
    I have been broad awake two hours and more.
  • Bassianus. Lavinia, how say you?

    Lavinia. I say, no;
    I have been broad awake two hours and more.

4 II / 3
  • Under your patience, gentle empress,
    'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in...
  • Under your patience, gentle empress,
    'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
    And to be doubted that your Moor and you
    Are singled forth to try experiments:
    Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
    'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
  • Tamora. Saucy controller of our private steps!
    Had I the power that some say Dian had,
    Thy temples should be planted presently
    With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds
    Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,
    Unmannerly intruder as thou art!

    Lavinia. Under your patience, gentle empress,
    'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning;
    And to be doubted that your Moor and you
    Are singled forth to try experiments:
    Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!
    'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.

5 II / 3
  • And, being intercepted in your sport,
    Great reason that my noble lord be rat...
  • And, being intercepted in your sport,
    Great reason that my noble lord be rated
    For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
    And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;
    This valley fits the purpose passing well.
  • Bassianus. Believe me, queen, your swarth Cimmerian
    Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
    Spotted, detested, and abominable.
    Why are you sequester'd from all your train,
    Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed.
    And wander'd hither to an obscure plot,
    Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,
    If foul desire had not conducted you?

    Lavinia. And, being intercepted in your sport,
    Great reason that my noble lord be rated
    For sauciness. I pray you, let us hence,
    And let her joy her raven-colour'd love;
    This valley fits the purpose passing well.

6 II / 3
  • Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
    Good king, to be so mightily a...
  • Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
    Good king, to be so mightily abused!
  • Bassianus. The king my brother shall have note of this.

    Lavinia. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long:
    Good king, to be so mightily abused!

7 II / 3
  • Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,
    For no name fits thy nature but...
  • Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,
    For no name fits thy nature but thy own!
  • Chiron. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.

    Lavinia. Ay, come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous Tamora,
    For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

8 II / 3
  • O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--
  • O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--
  • Chiron. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.
    Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
    That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

    Lavinia. O Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,--

9 II / 3
  • Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
  • Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
  • Tamora. I will not hear her speak; away with her!

    Lavinia. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.

10 II / 3
  • When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
    O, do not learn her wrath; sh...
  • When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
    O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;
    The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
    Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
    Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:
    [To CHIRON]
    Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.
  • Demetrius. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
    To see her tears; but be your heart to them
    As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

    Lavinia. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
    O, do not learn her wrath; she taught it thee;
    The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble;
    Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.
    Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:
    [To CHIRON]
    Do thou entreat her show a woman pity.

11 II / 3
  • 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:
    Yet have I heard,--O, could I fi...
  • 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:
    Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--
    The lion moved with pity did endure
    To have his princely paws pared all away:
    Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
    The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:
    O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
    Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
  • Chiron. What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

    Lavinia. 'Tis true; the raven doth not hatch a lark:
    Yet have I heard,--O, could I find it now!--
    The lion moved with pity did endure
    To have his princely paws pared all away:
    Some say that ravens foster forlorn children,
    The whilst their own birds famish in their nests:
    O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,
    Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!

12 II / 3
  • O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
    That gave thee life, when well h...
  • O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
    That gave thee life, when well he might have
    slain thee,
    Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
  • Tamora. I know not what it means; away with her!

    Lavinia. O, let me teach thee! for my father's sake,
    That gave thee life, when well he might have
    slain thee,
    Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.

13 II / 3
  • O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
    And with thine own hands kill me in this...
  • O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
    And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
    For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
    Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.
  • Tamora. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
    Even for his sake am I pitiless.
    Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
    To save your brother from the sacrifice;
    But fierce Andronicus would not relent;
    Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,
    The worse to her, the better loved of me.

    Lavinia. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
    And with thine own hands kill me in this place!
    For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
    Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

14 II / 3
  • 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
    That womanhood denies my tongue...
  • 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
    That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
    O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
    And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
    Where never man's eye may behold my body:
    Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
  • Tamora. What begg'st thou, then? fond woman, let me go.

    Lavinia. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more
    That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
    O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,
    And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
    Where never man's eye may behold my body:
    Do this, and be a charitable murderer.

15 II / 3
  • No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!
    The blot and enemy to our gene...
  • No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!
    The blot and enemy to our general name!
    Confusion fall--
  • Demetrius. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

    Lavinia. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature!
    The blot and enemy to our general name!
    Confusion fall--

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