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.
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.
