Speeches (Lines) for First Goth
in "Titus Andronicus"
Total: 4

1

V,1,2140

Brave slip, sprung from the great Andronicus,
Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort;
Whose high exploits and honourable deeds
Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt,
Be bold in us: we'll follow where thou lead'st,
Like stinging bees in hottest summer's day
Led by their master to the flowered fields,
And be avenged on cursed Tamora.

2

V,1,2256

What, canst thou say all this, and never blush?

3

V,1,2299

What says our general?

4

V,3,2528

And ours with thine, befall what fortune will.