Monologue

Titus Monologue from Titus Andronicus

From Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:26 min

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He doth me wrong to feed me with delays. I’ll dive into the burning lake below, And pull her out of Acheron by the heels. Marcus, we are but shrubs, no cedars we, No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops’ size; But metal, Marcus, steel to the very back, Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear; And sith there’s no justice in earth nor hell, We will solicit heaven and move the gods To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs. Come, to this gear. You are a good archer, Marcus. (He gives them the arrows.) “ Ad Jovem, ” that’s for you; here, “ Ad Apollinem ”; “ Ad Martem, ” that’s for myself; Here, boy, “to Pallas”; here, “to Mercury”; “To Saturn,” Caius, not to Saturnine; You were as good to shoot against the wind. To it, boy.—Marcus, loose when I bid.— Of my word, I have written to effect; There’s not a god left unsolicited.

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Titus expresses his frustration and determination to seek justice for the wrongs done to him and his family, feeling powerless in a world devoid of fairness.

40s · anger · revenge · justice · betrayal · power

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