Titus: O handle not the theme, to talk of hands, Lest we remember still, that we have none.
Tamora: Why do I have patience to endure all this?
Titus: Rome is but a wilderness of tigers.
Lavinia: In peace and honor live Lord Titus long. My noble lord and father, live in fame. Lo, at this tomb my tributary tears I render for my brethren's obsequies, and at thy feet I kneel with tears of joy shed on this earth for thy return to Rome. O bless me here with thy victorious hand.
Titus: Kind Rome, that hast thoust lovingly reserved the cordial of mine age to glad my heart! Lavinia, live, outlive thy father's days and fame's eternal date, for virtue's praise.
Marcus Andronicus: Oh brother, speak with possibility and do not break into these deep extremes.
Titus: Are not my sorrows deep, having no bottom? Then be my passions bottomless with them.
Marcus Andronicus: But yet let reason govern thy lament.
Titus: If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes.
