Speeches (Lines) for Aemilius
in "Titus Andronicus"
Total: 5

1

IV,4,2076

Arm, arm, my lord;—Rome never had more cause.
The Goths have gather'd head; and with a power
high-resolved men, bent to the spoil,
They hither march amain, under conduct
Of Lucius, son to old Andronicus;
Who threats, in course of this revenge, to do
As much as ever Coriolanus did.

2

IV,4,2122

Your bidding shall I do effectually.

3

V,1,2293

Lord Lucius, and you princes of the Goths,
The Roman emperor greets you all by me;
And, for he understands you are in arms,
He craves a parley at your father's house,
Willing you to demand your hostages,
And they shall be immediately deliver'd.

4

V,3,2677

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.

5

V,3,2721

You sad Andronici, have done with woes:
Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
That hath been breeder of these dire events.