Titus

Titus:
Rome is filled with tigers.

Aaron:
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

Tamora:
I'll find a day to massacre them all and raze their faction and their family, the cruel father and his traitorous sons, to whom I sued for my dear son's life, and make them know what 'tis to let a queen kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.

Tamora:
Away with her.

Tamora:
Why do I have patience to endure all this?

Tamora:
The worst done to her the better loved of me.

Demetrius:
Villain, what hast thou done?

Aaron:
That which thou canst not undo.

Chiron:
Thou hast undone our mother.

Aaron:
Villain, I have done thy mother.

Titus:
Oh villains, Chiron and Demetrius. Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud, this goodly summer with your winter mixed. You killed her husband, and for that vile fault two of her brothers were condemned to death, my hand cut off and made a merry jest, both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced. What would you say if I should let you speak? Villains, for shame, you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats whilst that Lavinia, 'tween her stumps doth hold the basin that receives your guilty blood. You know, your mother means to feast with me and calls herself Revenge and thinks me mad. Hark, villains. I shall grind your bones to dust, and with your blood and it I shall make a paste, and of the paste a coffin I will rear and make two pastries of your shameful heads. And bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam, like to the earth, swallow her own increase! This is the feast I have bid her to, and this the banquet she shall surfeit on.... And now prepare your throats.

Saturnius:
What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?

Titus:
Killed her, for whom my tears had made me blind.

Chiron:
Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose to achieve her whom I love.

Aaron:
To achieve her? How?

Demetrius:
Why makest thou it so strange? She is a woman and therefore may be woo'd. She is a woman, therefore may be won. She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved!

Tamora:
Had you not by wondrous fortune come, this vengeance on me had they executed! Revenge it, as you love your mother's life or be ye not henceforth called my children!