"Titus Andronicus" Quotes
A Roman general seeks revenge after his daughter is brutally raped and mutilated.
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Quotes
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome!
O, let me teach you how to knit again This scattered corn into one mutual sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body.
Farewell, Andronicus, my noble father, The wofull'st man that ever lived in Rome!
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
Revenge it as you love your mother's life, Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath.
If there were reason for these miseries, Then into limits could I bind my woes.
I am not mad; I know thee well enough: Witness this wretched stump, witness these crimson lines; Witness these trenches made by grief and care.
For in revenge there's no true justice; Which of you have not, in your time, been troubled.
