The feast is ready, which the careful Titus hath ordain'd to an honourable end, for peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome. Please you, therefore, draw nigh, and take your places.
Welcome, my gracious lord; welcome, dread queen; welcome, ye warlie Goths; welcome, Lucius; and welcome, all although the cheer be poor, twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it
We are beholding to you, good Andronicus
It was, Andronicus… Because the girl should not survive her shame, and by her presence still renews his sorrows
“My lord the emperor, resolve me this; was it well done of rash Virginius to slay his daughter with his own right hand, because she was enforced, stain’d, and deflower’d
Not I, twas Chiron and Demetrius... twas they, that did her all this wrong… They are both baked in that pie, whereof their mother daintily hath fed, eating the flash that she herself hath bred
A reason mighty, strong, and effectual; a pattern, precedent, and lively warrant, for me, most wretched, to perform the like. Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee. And with thy shame, thy father’s sorrow die and with that shame, may your father's grief die as well
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter!
Titus kills Tamora and is also killed by Sautrninus
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!
Can the sons eye behold his father's bleed? There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed!