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SATURNINUS: Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too. |
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=titus&Act=2&Scene=1&Scope=scene&LineHighlight=548 |
This is long. The thing about Tamora. |
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CHIRON:And that my sword upon thee shall approve, And plead my passions for Lavinia's love. |
Aside Clubs, clubs! these lovers will not keep the peace. |
"Clubs, clubs.." Chiron and Demetrius are fighting. |
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DEMETRIUS: Ay, boy, grow ye so brave? |
Coming forward Why, how now, lords! So near the emperor's palace dare you draw,And maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge: I would not for a million of gold The cause were known to them it most concerns;Nor would your noble mother for much more Be so dishonour'd in the court of Rome. For shame, put up. |
"Why, how now, lords!.." Why are you guys fighting out in the open? |
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CHIRON:For that I am prepared and full resolved. Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,And with thy weapon nothing darest perform! |
Away, I say! Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,This petty brabble will undo us all. Why, lords, and think you not how dangerous It is to jet upon a prince's right? What, is Lavinia then become so loose,Or Bassianus so degenerate,That for her love such quarrels may be broach'd Without controlment, justice, or revenge? Young lords, beware! and should the empress know This discord's ground, the music would not please. |
"Away, I say!Now, by the gods that warlike Goths adore,This petty brabble will undo us all..." Going for Lavinia is a bad idea. |
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DEMETRIUS: Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice: Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope. |
Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome. How furious and impatient they be,And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths By this device. |
"Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome..." Lavinia is going to be a huge problem. |
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CHIRON:Aaron, a thousand deaths Would I propose to achieve her whom I love. |
To achieve her! how? |
What does "achieve her" mean? |
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DEMETRIUS: Why makest thou it so strange?She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won;She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother.Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. |
Aside Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. |
"Ay, and as good...." |
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DEMETRIUS: Then why should he despair that knows to court it With words, fair looks and liberality? What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose? |
Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns. |
"Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch.." He's scheming something. |
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DEMETRIUS: Aaron, thou hast hit it. |
Would you had hit it too! Then should not we be tired with this ado.Why, hark ye, hark ye! and are you such fools To square for this? Would it offend you, then That both should speed? |
"Would you had hit it too!Then should not we be tired with this ado..." You could both have Lavinia.... |
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DEMETRIUS: Nor me, so I were one. |
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=titus&Act=2&Scene=1&Scope=scene&LineHighlight=660#653 |
Long monologue where he's telling the boys stuff. |
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DEMETRIUS: Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound, But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. Exeunt |
He that had wit would think that I had none,To bury so much gold under a tree,And never after to inherit it. Let him that thinks of me so abjectly Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,Which, cunningly effected, will beget. A very excellent piece of villany:And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest.Hides the gold That have their alms out of the empress' chest. |
"He that had wit would think that I had none..." Discussing the plan of hiding gold and stuff |
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TAMORA: Be unto us as is a nurse's song Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep. |
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=titus&Act=2&Scene=3&Scope=scene&LineHighlight=763#763 |
Link, long monologue to Tamora. |
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TAMORA: Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life! |
No more, great empress; Bassianus comes:Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be.Exit |
"No more, great empress; Bassianus comes..." Pick a fight with Bassianus and Lavinia. |
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TAMORA: Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,Till all the Andronici be made away.Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r.Exit |
Come on, my lords, the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit Where I espied the panther fast asleep. |
"Come on, my lords, the better foot before.." Luring Martius and Quintus to panther. |
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MARTIUS: O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt That ever eye with sight made heart lament! |
Aside Now will I fetch the king to find them here,That he thereby may give a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother. Exit |
"Now will I fetch the king to find them here.." Framing for Bassianus' death. |
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SATURNINUS: This is the pit, and this the elder-tree. Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman outThat should have murdered Bassianus here. |
My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. |
Finds the gold. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Mark, Marcus, mark! I understand her signs: Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say That to her brother which I said to thee:His napkin, with his true tears all bewet, Can do no service on her sorrowful cheeks. O, what a sympathy of woe is this,As far from help as Limbo is from bliss! |
Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons,Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,Or any one of you, chop off your hand,And send it to the king: he for the sameWill send thee hither both thy sons alive;And that shall be the ransom for their fault. |
"Titus Andronicus, my lord the emperor Sends thee this word,--that, if thou love thy sons,Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,Or any one of you, chop off your hand.." Saving sons, and evilness. |
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MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,Writing destruction on the enemy's castle? O, none of both but are of high desert:My hand hath been but idle; let it serveTo ransom my two nephews from their death;Then have I kept it to a worthy end. |
Nay, come, agree whose hand shall go along,For fear they die before their pardon come. |
"Nay, come, agree whose hand" Pardon |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Come hither, Aaron; I'll deceive them both: Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. |
Aside If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest,And never, whilst I live, deceive men so:But I'll deceive you in another sort, And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass. |
"If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest.." Half an Hour. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS:Now stay your strife: what shall be is dispatch'd.Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand:Tell him it was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers; bid him bury it More hath it merited; that let it have.As for my sons, say I account of them As jewels purchased at an easy price;And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. |
I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand Look by and by to have thy sons with thee. Aside Their heads, I mean. O, how this villany Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it! Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace. Aaron will have his soul black like his face. |
"I go, Andronicus: and for thy hand Look by and by to have thy sons with thee..." Im so evil. Soul black as face. |
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CHIRON: Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius; He hath some message to deliver us. |
Ay, some mad message from his mad grandfather. |
"Ay, some mad message..." |
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CHIRON: O, 'tis a verse in Horace; I know it well:I read it in the grammar long ago. |
Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it. Aside Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt;And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines,That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. But were our witty empress well afoot, She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: But let her rest in her unrest awhile. And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so,Captives, to be advanced to this height? It did me good, before the palace gate To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. |
"Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it..." Titus figured out what they did. |
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DEMETRIUS: But me more good, to see so great a lord Basely insinuate and send us gifts. |
Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius? Did you not use his daughter very friendly? |
"Had he not reason, Lord Demetrius?.." |
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CHIRON: A charitable wish and full of love. |
Here lacks but your mother for to say amen. |
"Here lacks but your mother.." Amen |
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DEMETRIUS: Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains. |
Aside Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over. |
"Pray to the devils; " |
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NURSE: Good morr ow, lords: O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? |
Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? |
"Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all.." You found Aaron |
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NURSE: O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! |
Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? |
"Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!.." Baby in arms |
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NURSE: O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace! She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd. |
To whom? |
To whom? |
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NURSE: I mean, she is brought a-bed. |
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her? |
"Well, God give her good rest!.. " What is it? |
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NURSE:A devil. |
Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue. |
"Why, then she is the devil's dam;" Happy |
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NURSE: A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue: Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime: The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. |
'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. |
" 'Zounds, ye whore!" Beauteous blossom |
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DEMETRIUS: Villain, what hast thou done? |
That which thou canst not undo. |
Not undo |
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CHIRON: Thou hast undone our mother. |
Villain, I have done thy mother. |
YO MOM (OOOOOHHHH!) |
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CHIRON:It shall not live. |
It shall not die. |
It shall not die. |
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NURSE: Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so. |
What, must it, nurse? then let no man but I Do execution on my flesh and blood. |
"What, must it, nurse?" No man but I |
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DEMETRIUS: I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point: Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it. |
Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. Takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws Stay, murderous villains! will you kill your brother? Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,That shone so brightly when this boy was got,He dies upon my scimitar's sharp point That touches this my first-born son and heir! I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood,Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands.What, what, ye sanguine, shallow-hearted boys!Ye white-limed walls! ye alehouse painted signs! Coal-black is better than another hue,In that it scorns to bear another hue;For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,Although she lave them hourly in the flood.Tell the empress from me, I am of age To keep mine own, excuse it how she can. |
"Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up..." Kill your brother |
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DEMETRIUS: Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus? |
My mistress is my mistress; this myself,The vigour and the picture of my youth:This before all the world do I prefer;This maugre all the world will I keep safe,Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. |
"My mistress is my mistress; this myself,The vigour and the picture of my youth.." |
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CHIRON: I blush to think upon this ignomy. |
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the heart! Here's a young lad framed of another leer: Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father,As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.'He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed Of that self-blood that first gave life to you, And from that womb where you imprison'd were He is enfranchised and come to light:Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,Although my seal be stamped in his face. |
"Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears..." Came from your mom |
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DEMETRIUS: Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy advice: Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. |
Then sit we down, and let us all consult. My son and I will have the wind of you: Keep there: now talk at pleasure of your safety. |
"Then sit we down, and let us all consult..." |
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DEMETRIUS: How many women saw this child of his? |
Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.But say, again; how many saw the child? |
"Why, so, brave lords!" How many saw him? |
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NURSE: Cornelia the midwife and myself;And no one else but the deliver'd empress. |
The empress, the midwife, and yourself:Two may keep counsel when the third's away:Go to the empress, tell her this I said. Kills Nurse Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit. |
"The empress, the midwife, and yourself:" Dead nurse |
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DEMETRIUS: What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this? |
O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,A long-tongued babbling gossip? no, lords, no:And now be it known to you my full intent.Not far, one Muli lives, my countryman;His wife but yesternight was brought to bed;His child is like to her, fair as you are: Go pack with him, and give the mother gold,And tell them both the circumstance of all;And how by this their child shall be advanced, And be received for the emperor's heir,And substituted in the place of mine,To calm this tempest whirling in the court;And let the emperor dandle him for his own.Hark ye, lords; ye see I have given her physic, And you must needs bestow her funeral;The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms:This done, see that you take no longer days,But send the midwife presently to me.The midwife and the nurse well made away,Then let the ladies tattle what they please. |
"O Lord, sir, 'tis a deed of policy:Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours,A long-tongued babbling gossip? " New baby |
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DEMETRIUS: For this care of Tamora,Herself and hers are highly bound to thee. |
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;There to dispose this treasure in mine arms,And secretly to greet the empress' friends. Come on, you thick lipp'd slave, I'll bear you hence;For it is you that puts us to our shifts: I'll make you feed on berries and on roots,And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat,And cabin in a cave, and bring you up To be a warrior, and command a camp. |
"Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies;" Taking care of child |
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LUCIUS: Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?A halter, soldiers! hang him on this tree. And by his side his fruit of bastardy. |
Touch not the boy; he is of royal blood. |
Royal Baby |
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LUCIUS: Too like the sire for ever being good.First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl;A sight to vex the father's soul withal.Get me a ladder. |
Lucius, save the child,And bear it from me to the empress.If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things,That highly may advantage thee to hear:If thou wilt not, befall what may befall,I'll speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!' |
"Lucius, save the child,And bear it from me to the empress.If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things.." You're gonna like this |
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LUCIUS: Say on: an if it please me which thou speak'st Thy child shall live, and I will see it nourish'd. |
An if it please thee! why, assure thee, Lucius,'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak; For I must talk of murders, rapes and massacres,Acts of black night, abominable deeds,Complots of mischief, treason, villanies Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd:And this shall all be buried by my death,Unless thou swear to me my child shall live. |
"An if it please thee! why, assure thee, Lucius,'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak;" I got good info. |
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LUCIUS: Tell on thy mind; I say thy child shall live. |
Swear that he shall, and then I will begin. |
Swear first! |
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LUCIUS: Who should I swear by? thou believest no god: That granted, how canst thou believe an oath? |
What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not; Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience,With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,Which I have seen thee careful to observe,Therefore I urge thy oath; for that I knowAn idiot holds his bauble for a god And keeps the oath which by that god he swears,To that I'll urge him: therefore thou shalt vow By that same god, what god soe'er it be,That thou adorest and hast in reverence,To save my boy, to nourish and bring him up;Or else I will discover nought to thee. |
" What if I do not? as, indeed, I do not.." But you do. |
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LUCIUS: Even by my god I swear to thee I will. |
First know thou, I begot him on the empress. |
Empress' son |
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LUCIUS: O most insatiate and luxurious woman! |
Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity To that which thou shalt hear of me anon.'Twas her two sons that murder'd Bassianus;They cut thy sister's tongue and ravish'd her And cut her hands and trimm'd her as thou saw'st. |
"Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity To that which thou shalt hear of me anon..." Chiron and Demetrius |
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LUCIUS: O detestable villain! call'st thou that trimming? |
Why, she was wash'd and cut and trimm'd, and 'twas Trim sport for them that had the doing of it. |
Yes TRIM |
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LUCIUS: O barbarous, beastly villains, like thyself! |
THIS IS LONG AND I DONT WANT TO GOOGLE IT, WILL PUT LINK LATER |
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FIRST GOTH: What, canst thou say all this, and never blush? |
Ay, like a black dog, as the saying is. |
Black Dog |
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LUCIUS: Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? |
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=titus&Act=5&Scene=1&Scope=scene&LineHighlight=2233#2224 |
Long line |
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LUCIUS: Bring down the devil; for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently. |
If there be devils, would I were a devil,To live and burn in everlasting fire,So I might have your company in hell,But to torment you with my bitter tongue! |
"If there be devils, would I were a devil,To live and burn in everlasting fire" Taunting Lucius |
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LUCIUS: Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food;If any one relieves or pities him, For the offence he dies. This is our doom:Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth. |
O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?I am no baby, I, that with base prayers I should repent the evils I have done:Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did Would I perform, if I might have my will;If one good deed in all my life I did,I do repent it from my very soul. |
"O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?I am no baby, I, that with base prayersI should repent the evils I have done" Repent good deed. |
