| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
|
| M-540 |
Aaron | 29 |
For shame be friends, and joyne for that you jar:
(NULL) |
|
| M-541 |
Aaron | 21 |
I, that I had not done a thousand more:
(NULL) |
|
| M-542 |
Aaron | 24 |
Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them
(NULL) |
|
| M-543 |
Aaron | 25 |
Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe,
(NULL) |
|
| M-544 |
Aaron | 24 |
Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up.
(My mistris is my mistris: this my selfe,) |
|
| M-545 |
Aaron | 28 |
’Twas her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus,
(Indeede, I was their Tutor to instruct them) |
|
| M-546 |
Lucius | 23 |
This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
(And they it were that ravished our Sister,) |
|
| M-547 |
Marcus | 28 |
Princes, that strive by Factions, and by Friends,
(Chosen Andronicus, Sur-named Pious,) |
|
| M-548 |
Marcus | 47 |
Who is this, my Neece that flies away so fast?
(NULL) |
|
| M-549 |
Marcus | 29 |
You sad fac’d men, people and Sonnes of Rome,
(Let Rome herselfe be bane unto herselfe,) |
|
| M-550 |
Saturninus | 27 |
Why Lords, What wrongs are these? was ever seene
(NULL) |
|
| M-551 |
Second Goth | 20 |
Renowned Lucius, from our troups I straid,
(I heard a childe cry underneath a wall:) |
|
| M-552 |
Titus | 40 |
Come, come Lavinia, looke, thy Foes are bound,
(NULL) |
|
| M-553 |
Titus | 23 |
Come Marcus, come, kinsmen this is the way.
(Ah Rome! Well, well, I made thee miserable,) |
|
| M-554 |
Titus | 42 |
Faint-harted boy, arise and looke upon her,
(Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares,) |
|
| M-555 |
Titus | 27 |
Haile Rome:
(These that Survive, let Rome reward with Love:) |
|
| M-556 |
Titus | 26 |
Heare me grave fathers, noble Tribunes stay,
(Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes,) |
|
| M-557 |
Titus | 25 |
O heere I lift this one hand up to heaven,
(If there were reason for these miseries,) |
|
| M-558 |
Titus | 43 |
So, so, now sit, and looke you eate no more
(Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heaven,) |
|
| M-559 |
Titus | 22 |
Why I have not another teare to shed:
(Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth:) |
|
| W-540 |
Lavinia | 31 |
Oh Tamora, thou bear'st a woman face.
(Doe this, and be a charitable murderer.) |
|
| W-541 |
Tamora | 25 |
Have I not reason thinke you to looke pale.
(NULL) |
|
| W-542 |
Tamora | 26 |
King, be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name.
(NULL) |
|
| W-543 |
Tamora | 21 |
My lovely Aaron,
(NULL) |
|
| W-544 |
Tamora | 30 |
My worthy Lord if ever Tamora,
(The Gods of Rome for-fend,) |
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