Uncle Marcus, since ’tis my father’s mind
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Uncle Marcus, since this is what my father wants, I am content to go to Rome.
Uncle Marcus, if that's what my father thinks is best, I'll go to Rome.
if dad wants me in rome i'll go
And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.
And we agree with yours, no matter what fortune brings.
And we're with you, whatever happens.
were with u whatever happens
Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor,
This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;
Let him receive no sust’nance, fetter him,
Till he be brought unto the empress’ face
For testimony of her foul proceedings.
And see the ambush of our friends be strong;
I fear the emperor means no good to us.
Good uncle, take this wild Moor, this fierce tiger, this cursed devil. Don't let him have any food or supplies - lock him up, until he can be brought before the empress to prove her evil actions. And make sure our friends' ambush is strong. I'm afraid the emperor doesn't mean well toward us.
Uncle, lock up this savage Moor, this brutal beast, this evil devil. Don't feed him or give him anything - keep him chained until he can be brought in front of the empress as evidence of what she did. And make sure our military forces are strong and ready to strike. I think the emperor is planning something against us.
lock up this savage moor this brutal beast this evil devil dont feed him keep him chained until he's brought to the empress as evidence make sure our forces r strong i think the emperor is planning against us
Some devil whisper curses in my ear,
And prompt me that my tongue may utter forth
The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
Let some demon whisper curses in my ear and push me so that my tongue pours out the venomous evil of my swelling heart!
Let me hear demons cursing me, pushing me so I can spit out all the poison and hate in my black heart!
let demons curse me push me so i can spit out all the poison in my black heart
Away, inhuman dog, unhallowed slave!
Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in.
Away, you savage dog, you unhallowed slave! Sirs, help our uncle take him inside.
Get away, you wild dog, you cursed slave! Everyone, help uncle take him in.
get away u wild dog u cursed slave help uncle take him in
The trumpets show the emperor is at hand.
The trumpets announce that the emperor is approaching.
The trumpets signal that the emperor is on his way.
trumpets mean emperor's coming.
others.
and others
and the rest of them
others
What, hath the firmament more suns than one?
What, does the sky have more than one sun?
Wait, are there two suns in the sky?
are there two suns
Titus kills Lavinia with his remaining hand, citing the Roman precedent of Virginius, the father who killed his daughter Virginia to spare her from slavery and dishonour. The parallel is precise: both daughters were violated by men in power; both fathers killed them rather than let them continue to exist in their shamed state.
Shakespeare has structured the scene so that Saturninus — the man whose court enabled the rape — provides the moral precedent for the killing. The irony is deliberate and unforgettable: the perpetrator of injustice sanctions the act of the victim's father.
But the question the play refuses to answer is whether Titus kills Lavinia for her sake, for his own sake, or for the Procne-revenge (she is needed to hold the basin in 5-2; by 5-3 she has served her purpose and can be 'released'). The scholarship is divided. Some directors have Lavinia appear to welcome the death — she places herself before her father's knife. Others present it as murder.
What seems certain is that Shakespeare intended the ambiguity. He gives Lavinia no lines in 5-3, gives Titus a legal framework that is both convincing and monstrous, and gives the audience no authoritative response to guide their reaction. The discomfort is the meaning.
What boots it thee to call thyself a sun?
What good does it do you to call yourself a sun?
What's the point of you calling yourself the sun?
whats the point calling urself a sun
Rome’s emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
These quarrels must be quietly debated.
The feast is ready which the careful Titus
Hath ordained to an honourable end,
For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome.
Please you, therefore, draw nigh and take your places.
Rome's emperor and nephew, stop this argument. These quarrels must be worked out peacefully. The feast that careful Titus has arranged for an honorable purpose - for peace, for love, for alliance and for Rome's good - is ready. Please, come close and take your seats.
Emperor and nephew, stop fighting. These disputes need to be settled calmly. Titus has prepared a feast for a good reason - to bring peace, love, and unity to Rome. Everything is ready. Please, sit down and eat.
stop fighting settle this calmly titus prepared this feast for peace for love for unity everything is ready please sit down
Marcus, we will.
Trumpets sounding, enter Titus like a cook, placing the dishes, with
Young Lucius and others, and Lavinia with a veil over her face.
Marcus, we will agree to the plan. Trumpets sound throughout the hall as Titus enters dressed as a cook, carrying the prepared dishes. Young Lucius and the other attendants walk in, followed by Lavinia, who hides her face beneath a veil.
Marcus, we'll go along with it. The trumpets announce Titus's arrival dressed as a servant chef carrying food. Young Lucius and everyone else come in, and Lavinia walks behind them with her face covered by a veil.
marcus agrees trumpets sound titus enters as cook carrying dishes lavinia covered with veil
Welcome, my lord; welcome, dread queen;
Welcome, ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
And welcome all. Although the cheer be poor,
’Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Welcome, my lord, welcome, terrible queen, welcome, warrior Goths, welcome, Lucius, and welcome to all. Although the food is poor, it will fill your stomachs - please eat from it.
Welcome, sir, welcome, queen, welcome, Gothic soldiers, welcome, Lucius, and welcome everyone. The food isn't fancy, but it's filling - please enjoy it.
welcome everyone the food isnt fancy but its filling please enjoy
Why art thou thus attired, Andronicus?
Why are you dressed like that, Andronicus?
Why are you dressed as a cook?
why r u dressed as a cook
Because I would be sure to have all well
To entertain your highness and your empress.
Because I wanted to be sure everything is done right to welcome your highness and your empress.
Because I wanted to make sure everything is perfect to welcome you and the empress.
to make sure everythings perfect for u and the empress
We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
We are grateful to you, good Andronicus.
Thank you, Titus, we appreciate it.
thanks titus we appreciate it
An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
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, stained, and deflowered?
And if your highness knew my heart, you would be grateful. My lord the emperor, answer me this: was it right for Virginius to kill his daughter with his own hand because she was violated, shamed, and ruined?
If you knew what's in my heart, you'd be very grateful. Emperor, I have a question for you: was it right for Virginius to kill his own daughter with his own hands because she was raped and violated?
if u knew my heart u'd be grateful emperor question was it right for virginius to kill his daughter because she was raped by his own hand
It was, Andronicus.
Yes, it was, Andronicus.
Yes, it was right.
yes it was
Your reason, mighty lord?
Your reasoning, mighty lord?
What's your reasoning?
whats ur reasoning
Because the girl should not survive her shame,
And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Because the girl should not survive her shame and by living keep reminding him of his sorrow.
Because the girl shouldn't have to live with her shame and keep reminding him of what happened.
because she shouldnt have to live with her shame and keep reminding him of what happened
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!
A reason that is mighty, strong, and valid - a pattern, an example, and clear justification for me, the most miserable man, to do the same. Die, Lavinia, and your shame dies with you! And with your shame, your father's sorrow dies!
That's a powerful, strong, and good reason - and it's an example for me, the most wretched man alive, to follow. Die, Lavinia, and take your shame with you! And with your shame, take away your father's pain!
thats a powerful reason and example for me the most wretched man die lavinia take ur shame with u and ur fathers pain dies with u
The play's engagement with Ovid's Metamorphoses reaches its conclusion here. The Philomela/Procne myth that Marcus introduced in 2-4 — 'Tereus' treason and his rape' — arrives at its logical endpoint.
In the myth: Tereus raped Philomela, cut out her tongue. Philomela wove the story into a tapestry and got it to her sister Procne. Procne took revenge by killing her own son Itys and serving him to Tereus at a feast.
In the play: Chiron and Demetrius raped Lavinia, cut out her tongue. Lavinia revealed the names using the Ovidian text itself as a guide. Titus took revenge by killing Chiron and Demetrius and serving them to Tamora at a feast.
Shakespeare marks the completion explicitly: 'For worse than Philomel you used my daughter, / And worse than Procne I will be revenged.' He makes the comparison exact and then exceeds it — worse than Philomela, worse than Procne. The play outdoes its source.
But there is a crucial difference: Procne killed her own son. Titus kills Tamora's sons. The deviation from the myth is significant: Titus is not Procne; he is something closer to the myth's dark engine, redirected. The transformation is not clean, and the play knows it.
What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?
What have you done, unnatural and cruel?
What did you do? That's cruel and unnatural!
what did u do thats cruel and unnatural
Killed her for whom my tears have made me blind.
I am as woeful as Virginius was,
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage, and it now is done.
She is the one I killed - my endless weeping for her has robbed me of my sight. My suffering matches Virginius' pain, yet my justification far exceeds his reasons for committing this terrible act, which is now complete and cannot be undone.
I killed her, and I've cried so much over her that tears have blinded me. I'm as wretched as Virginius, and I have a thousand times more cause than he did for what I just did, and it's done.
i killed her ive cried so much im blinded by tears im as wretched as virginius i have thousand times more reason and its done
What, was she ravished? Tell who did the deed.
What, was she raped? Tell me who did the deed.
She was raped? Tell me who did it.
she was raped who did it
Will’t please you eat? Will’t please your highness feed?
Will it please you to eat? Will it please your highness to have food?
Would you like to eat? Please, have some food.
want to eat have some food
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
Why have you killed your only daughter like this?
Why did you kill your own daughter?
why did u kill ur daughter
Not I; ’twas Chiron and Demetrius.
They ravished her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, ’twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Not I - it was Chiron and Demetrius. They raped her and cut away her tongue. And they, they did all this wrong to her.
It wasn't me - it was Chiron and Demetrius. They raped her and cut out her tongue. And they're the ones who did all of this to her.
it wasnt me it was chiron and demetrius they raped her cut out her tongue they did this to her
Go fetch them hither to us presently.
Fetch these two criminals and bring them into my presence immediately.
Bring them here right now.
get them bring them now
Why, there they are, both baked in that pie,
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
’Tis true, ’tis true; witness my knife’s sharp point.
Why, there they are, both baked in that pie - the one their mother has been eating from so daintily, swallowing the flesh that she herself gave birth to. It is true, it is true - look at my knife's sharp point.
They're right there, both baked inside that pie that their mother has been eating from so happily, eating the flesh she herself gave birth to. It's true, it's all true - see my knife as proof.
theres right there baked in that pie their mother ate from it ate the flesh she gave birth to its true look at my knife
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed.
Die, you crazy wretch, for this cursed deed.
Die, you mad thing, for what you've done!
die u mad thing for what u did
The play ends with Rome getting a new emperor. This is politically conventional for the period — the Senecan revenge tragedy traditionally ends with a restoration of order — but Shakespeare complicates the convention in several ways.
First, Lucius is acclaiming himself emperor with a Gothic army at his back. He has threatened Rome militarily (the Coriolanus parallel). His legitimacy is at least partly based on armed force.
Second, his first decree involves Aaron: he will be buried alive and starved. This is brutal but not uniquely so for Roman legal fiction — Aaron swore a deal for the baby's safety, which Lucius keeps (the baby survives), but no deal was made for Aaron himself.
Third, Tamora is denied burial — thrown to animals. This was a profound dishonour in Roman culture, equivalent to declaring someone permanently outside civilization. Lucius does this to the woman who was once empress of Rome.
Fourth, Saturninus receives proper burial. Despite being the villain of Acts 1-4, he gets the rites of a Roman. The distinction between Saturninus (honoured in death) and Tamora (dishonoured) maps onto the play's deeper argument: Romans can be redeemed even in their failures; Tamora, the outsider, cannot.
Whether this ending satisfies or unsettles — whether we believe in Lucius's new Rome — depends on what we think the play has been saying about the Rome that preceded it.
Can the son’s eye behold his father bleed?
Can a son's eye bear to see his father bleed?
How can I watch my father bleed like this?
how can i watch my dad bleed
There’s meed for meed, death for a deadly deed.
Reward for reward, death for a deadly deed.
Justice for injustice, death for murder.
equal payment. murder gets death.
You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproar severed, as a flight of fowl
Scattered by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O, let me teach you how to knit again
This scattered corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body;
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
Do shameful execution on herself.
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speak, Rome’s dear friend, [_to Lucius_] as erst our ancestor,
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To love-sick Dido’s sad attending ear
The story of that baleful burning night
When subtle Greeks surprised King Priam’s Troy.
Tell us what Sinon hath bewitched our ears,
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.
My heart is not compact of flint nor steel,
Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
But floods of tears will drown my oratory
And break my utterance, even in the time
When it should move you to attend me most,
And force you to commiseration.
Here’s Rome’s young captain, let him tell the tale,
While I stand by and weep to hear him speak.
You sad-faced men, people and sons of Rome, scattered by disorder like a flock of birds driven by violent winds—let me teach you how to bind together again this scattered crop into one gathered bundle, these broken limbs back into one body. Otherwise Rome herself will become her own destruction, and she whom great kingdoms bow to will act shamefully against herself like a desperate, abandoned castaway. But if my gray hair and wrinkled face, witnesses to real experience, cannot convince you to listen to my words, speak, Rome's beloved friend (to Lucius), as our ancestor once did when he solemnly told love-stricken Dido's sad, listening ear the story of that terrible burning night when the clever Greeks conquered King Priam's Troy. Tell us what magic Sinon worked on our ears, or who brought in that fatal engine that wounds our Troy, our Rome, with internal conflict. My heart is not made of flint or steel, and I cannot express all our bitter sorrow, but tears will drown my speech and break my voice just when it should move you most to listen and make you feel compassion. Here is Rome's young captain—let him tell the story while I stand by and weep to hear him speak.
You grieving men, Romans, and sons of Rome, broken apart by chaos like birds scattered by violent storms—let me show you how to tie together again this scattered grain into one collected sheaf, these mangled limbs back into one single body. If not, Rome will destroy herself, and she who great kingdoms kneel to will throw herself away like a hopeless, abandoned outcast. If my gray hairs and old wrinkled face—proof of real lived experience—can't convince you to hear my words, then speak, Rome's cherished friend (Lucius), like our ancestor did when he told lovesick Dido's sad, listening ear the tale of that awful burning night when tricky Greeks snuck into and destroyed King Priam's Troy. Tell us how Sinon bewitched us with words, or who brought that doomed horse that gives our Troy, our Rome, this war from inside. My heart isn't hard like flint or steel, and I can't say all the sadness we feel, but my tears will wash away my words and choke my voice right when you need to hear me most and feel sorry for us. Here's Rome's young leader—let him tell you what happened while I stand here and cry listening to him speak.
rome's torn apart like scattered birds we need to tie back together or rome destroys herself listen to our ancestor's story how troy burned when greeks invaded that's why our hearts are broken lucius will tell you i can't speak through my tears
Then, noble auditory, be it known to you
That Chiron and the damned Demetrius
Were they that murdered our emperor’s brother;
And they it were that ravished our sister.
For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded,
Our father’s tears despised, and basely cozened
Of that true hand that fought Rome’s quarrel out
And sent her enemies unto the grave.
Lastly, myself unkindly banished,
The gates shut on me, and turned weeping out,
To beg relief among Rome’s enemies;
Who drowned their enmity in my true tears,
And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend.
I am the turned-forth, be it known to you,
That have preserved her welfare in my blood
And from her bosom took the enemy’s point,
Sheathing the steel in my advent’rous body.
Alas, you know I am no vaunter, I;
My scars can witness, dumb although they are,
That my report is just and full of truth.
But soft, methinks I do digress too much,
Citing my worthless praise. O, pardon me;
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.
Then, noble people, know that Chiron and the cursed Demetrius murdered our emperor's brother. And they are the ones who raped our sister. For their terrible faults our brothers were beheaded, our father's tears were ignored and he was cruelly tricked out of the good hand that fought Rome's battles and sent her enemies to death. Finally, I myself was banished unkindly, the gates shut against me, and sent out weeping to beg help from Rome's enemies. They drowned their hatred in my true tears and opened their arms to me as a friend. I am the one turned away, you should know, who has kept Rome safe with my own blood and taken the enemy's blade in my body. I am not a braggart - my scars prove I'm telling the truth. But wait, I think I'm talking too much, bragging about myself. Please forgive me - when there are no friends near, men praise themselves.
Listen, people of Rome - Chiron and Demetrius murdered the emperor's brother. And they're the ones who raped our sister. Because of what they did, our brothers were executed, our father was mocked and tricked out of his hand that defended Rome, and I was banished and cast out like a dog. I had to go to Rome's enemies to beg for help. But they took pity on me and helped me raise an army. I've put myself between Rome and danger, and my scars prove I'm telling the truth. But I'm talking too much and bragging about myself - forgive me. When there's nobody else around, a man ends up praising his own deeds.
chiron and demetrius murdered the emperors brother they raped our sister because of them our brothers were executed our father was tricked i was banished and cast out i had to beg romes enemies for help they took pity on me i raised an army ive put myself in danger my scars prove im telling the truth im talking too much bragging about myself forgive me when theres nobody else a man praises his own deeds
Now is my turn to speak. Behold the child.
Of this was Tamora delivered,
The issue of an irreligious Moor,
Chief architect and plotter of these woes.
The villain is alive in Titus’ house,
And as he is to witness, this is true.
Now judge what cause had Titus to revenge
These wrongs unspeakable, past patience,
Or more than any living man could bear.
Now have you heard the truth. What say you, Romans?
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein,
And, from the place where you behold us pleading,
The poor remainder of Andronici
Will, hand in hand, all headlong hurl ourselves,
And on the ragged stones beat forth our souls,
And make a mutual closure of our house.
Speak, Romans, speak, and if you say we shall,
Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Now it's my turn to speak. Look at this child - this is Tamora's offspring, born of a godless Moor, the chief planner of all these troubles. The villain is still alive in Titus' house, and he is here as witness that this is true. Now you can see what cause Titus had for revenge for these unspeakable wrongs, beyond what any living person could bear. Now you have heard the truth. What do you say, Romans? Have we done wrong? Show us where, and from the place where you see us making our case, the remaining Andronici will throw ourselves headlong and break our heads on these rough stones, and destroy our entire family together. Speak, Romans - speak! And if you say we should, look, hand in hand Lucius and I will die together.
Now let me speak. See this baby? This is Tamora's child, born of a godless Moor who planned everything that went wrong. He's still alive in Titus' house and he's proof that all this is true. You can see now why Titus had to take revenge for wrongs that no person could survive. You've heard the whole story. So what do you say, Romans? Did we do something wrong? Point it out, and we'll jump off these rocks and kill ourselves right here, the whole family together. Speak, Romans! If you say we should die, then Lucius and I will jump off together.
thats tamoras baby born of a godless moor who planned everything hes still alive proof of everything titus had to take revenge wrongs no person could survive what do u say romans did we do wrong if u say so we'll all die together
Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome,
And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
Lucius our emperor; for well I know
The common voice do cry it shall be so.
Come, come, you respected old man, and put our emperor gently in your hands - Lucius our emperor, because I know the people want it to be so.
Come on, respected elder, take the emperor gently - Lucius is your new emperor, because the people want him to be.
come elder take the emperor lucius is ur new emperor the people want it
Lucius, all hail, Rome’s royal emperor!
Glory to you, Lucius - accept Rome's crown as its rightful sovereign!
Hail, Lucius, emperor of Rome!
lucius romes new emperor all hail
Go, go into old Titus’ sorrowful house,
And hither hale that misbelieving Moor
To be adjudged some direful slaught’ring death,
As punishment for his most wicked life.
Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, and bring that godless Moor here to be given some terrible death as punishment for his wicked life.
Go into Titus' house and bring the Moor here - he's going to get a horrible death as punishment for everything he's done.
go into titus house bring the moor here he gets a horrible death for everything hes done
Five people die in Act 5, Scene 3, in approximately forty lines: Lavinia (line 25), Tamora (line 34), Titus (line 36), Saturninus (line 38), and Aaron is sentenced to slow death (lines 62-63). That is roughly one death every eight lines.
The speed is not an accident. Shakespeare compresses the killings until they become a cascade — each one causing the next. Lavinia dies → Saturninus demands explanation → Titus reveals the pie → Tamora dies → Saturninus kills Titus → Lucius kills Saturninus. The chain is mechanically inevitable once it starts.
The effect is to make the banquet feel less like a revenge fantasy fulfilled and more like an avalanche — something that, once in motion, cannot be stopped. No one in the scene, including Titus, has full control of what happens. The revenge plan 'succeeds' but in doing so it kills the revenger.
This structural choice distances the play from a clean catharsis. The cascade of deaths is not triumphant; it is terrible, even if necessary. Titus dies having done what he came to do — and the cost is everything.'
Lucius, all hail, Rome’s gracious governor!
Praise and honor to Lucius, Rome's compassionate and wise leader!
Hail, Lucius, Rome's merciful leader!
lucius romes leader praise and honor
Thanks, gentle Romans. May I govern so
To heal Rome’s harms and wipe away her woe!
But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,
For nature puts me to a heavy task.
Stand all aloof; but, uncle, draw you near
To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk.
Thanks, kind Romans. May I govern in such a way as to heal Rome's wounds and wipe away her pain! But kind people, give me time alone for a moment, because my heart is heavy with sorrow. Everyone stand back, but Uncle, come close so you can shed grieving tears on my father's body.
Thank you, Romans. I hope I can rule in a way that heals Rome's wounds and stops her suffering. But everyone, give me a moment - my heart is breaking. Stand back, but Uncle Marcus, come close so we can grieve together over my father.
thanks romans hope i can heal romes wounds stop her suffering everyone stand back uncle marcus come close so we can grieve over dad
O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips.
These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stained face,
The last true duties of thy noble son.
O, receive this warm kiss on your pale cold lips. These sorrowful tears upon your blood-stained face, The final true duties of your noble son.
Take this warm kiss on your pale, cold lips. These tears of sorrow on your blood-stained face, These are the last true duties of your son.
kiss on your cold lips. tears on your blood-stained face. last duty from your son.
Tear for tear and loving kiss for kiss
Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips.
O, were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.
For every tear your father shed, and for every loving kiss on your lips, your brother Marcus offers the same. If what I owe were endless, I would still pay it all.
For every tear your father cried and for every kiss of love on your face, I give you the same tears and kisses. If I owed you forever, I'd still pay everything.
for every tear ur father shed i give the same for every loving kiss i give the same if i owed u forever i'd pay it all
Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us
To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loved thee well.
Many a time he danced thee on his knee,
Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a story hath he told to thee,
And bid thee bear his pretty tales in mind
And talk of them when he was dead and gone.
Come here, boy. Come, come, and learn from us how to cry. Your grandfather loved you so much. So many times he danced you on his knee, sang you to sleep with your head on his loving chest. So many stories he told you, and he asked you to remember them and talk about them when he was dead and gone.
Come here, boy. Come, come, and learn how to grieve with us. Your grandfather loved you so much. He danced you on his knee so many times, sang you to sleep with you on his chest. He told you so many stories and asked you to remember them and talk about him after he died.
come boy learn how to grieve with us gramdpa loved u so much he danced u on his knee sang u to sleep told u so many stories asked u to remember and talk about him
How many thousand times hath these poor lips,
When they were living, warmed themselves on thine!
O, now, sweet boy, give them their latest kiss.
Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave.
Do them that kindness, and take leave of them.
How many thousand times did these poor lips, when they were alive, warm themselves on yours! Oh, now, sweet boy, give them their last kiss. Say goodbye to him and commit him to the grave. Do him this kindness and take leave of him.
His lips kissed yours countless times when he was still alive! Oh, my dear boy, give him one final kiss. Say your goodbye and let his body rest. Do this one last thing for him.
his lips kissed urs countless times when he was alive oh dear boy give him one final kiss say goodbye let him rest
O grandsire, grandsire, e’en with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!
O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.
Oh grandfather, grandfather, with all my heart I wish I were dead so you could live again! Oh Lord, I cannot speak to him for crying - my tears will choke me if I open my mouth.
Grandfather, with all my heart I wish I was dead so you could come back! I can't even talk - if I open my mouth, my tears will choke me.
grandpa with all my heart id die for u to come back i cant talk my tears will choke me
You sad Andronici, have done with woes.
Give sentence on the execrable wretch
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
You sad Andronici, stop your suffering. Give judgment on the evil wretch who has been the cause of all these terrible events.
You suffering Andronici family members, stop crying now. Sentence the monster who caused all this terrible pain.
stop suffering sentence the monster who caused all this pain
Set him breast-deep in earth and famish him;
There let him stand and rave and cry for food.
If anyone relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom.
Some stay to see him fastened in the earth.
Bury him in the earth up to his chest and let him starve to death there. Let him stand and scream and beg for food. If anyone helps or pities him, that person dies. That is our judgment. Some of you stay to see him buried in the earth.
Bury him in the ground up to his neck and leave him to starve to death. Let him cry and scream for food. If anybody helps him or shows him mercy, they die too. That's the punishment. Some of you stay and watch while it happens.
bury him in ground up to his neck let him starve let him scream for food if anyone helps him they die too that's the punishment stay and watch
Ah, 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.
Why should my anger be silent and my rage mute? I am not a baby who with weak prayers should regret the evil I have done. I would do a thousand worse things than I ever did if I could have my way. If I ever did one good deed in all my life, I regret it with all my soul.
Why should I shut up and act sorry? I'm not a kid who's going to regret the evil I did. I'd do a thousand times worse things if I could. If there's one good thing I ever did in my whole life, I wish I hadn't done it.
why should i shut up im not a kid whos sorry id do a thousand worse things if i could if i ever did one good thing i regret it
Some loving friends convey the emperor hence,
And give him burial in his father’s grave.
My father and Lavinia shall forthwith
Be closed in our household’s monument.
As for that ravenous tiger, Tamora,
No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weed,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey.
Her life was beastly and devoid of pity;
And being dead, let birds on her take pity.
Some loving friends, carry the emperor away gently and give him burial in his father's grave. My father and Lavinia shall be locked in our family's monument. As for that wild tiger, Tamora, no funeral rites, no one in mourning clothes, no sad bells shall ring for her burial. But throw her body out to wild animals and birds of prey. Her life was beastly and without mercy. And now that she is dead, let birds show her the pity she never showed anyone else.
Friends, carry the emperor away and bury him with his father. Titus and Lavinia will be placed in our family tomb. As for Tamora, that savage beast, she gets no funeral, no mourning, no bells. Just throw her body out to the wild animals and birds. She lived a savage, cruel life, so now let the animals have their way with her.
carry the emperor away bury him with his father titus and lavinia in family tomb tamora gets no funeral no mourning no bells throw her body to wild animals she lived savage and cruel let animals have their way
The Reckoning
The bloodiest table in Shakespeare. Five deaths in approximately sixty lines — Lavinia, Tamora, Titus, Saturninus, and (off-stage) Aaron's slow death is decreed. The banquet fulfils every promise the play has been building since Act 2: the Philomela/Procne myth is completed; Tamora eats her children; Titus dies having done what he set out to do. What follows is neither triumph nor resolution — it is the aftermath of total devastation, and the play is honest about the cost.
If this happened today…
A family that has been systematically destroyed by people in power stages a final reckoning — and everyone at the table dies. The new person left standing is the survivor who spent the whole play trying to fix things from outside. He inherits a city in ruins and has to figure out what to do with the wreckage, including the child of the person who caused everything.