| 1 | 0–71 | 494 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.84 | NOble Patricians, Patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my Cause with Arms. And Countrymen, my loving Fol… |
| 2 | 72–134 | 467 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.77 | Hail Rome: Victorious in thy Mourning Weeds: Lo as the Bark that hath discharged his fraught, Returns with pre… |
| 3 | 135–205 | 519 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.79 | Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome, Alarbus goes to rest, and we survive, To tremble under Titus' threatening… |
| 4 | 206–277 | 514 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.73 | Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the Empery. Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell? Patience Prince Satu… |
| 5 | 278–341 | 484 | T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi | 0.86 | Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilite, Warrants these words in Princely courtesy? Thanks sweet Lavinia Romans let … |
| 6 | 342–409 | 506 | unassigned | | Ascend Fair Queen, Panthean Lords, accompany Your Noble Emperor and his lovely Bride, Sent by the heavens for … |
| 7 | 410–470 | 481 | unassigned | | So Bassianus, you have played your prize, God give you joy sir of your Gallant Bride. And you of yours my Lord… |
| 8 | 471–542 | 487 | unassigned | | Rise Titus, rise, My Empress hath prevailed. I thank your Majesty, And her my Lord. These words, these looks, … |
| 9 | 543–610 | 491 | unassigned | | Demetrius, thou dost overween in all, And so in this, to bear me down with braves, 'Tis not the difference of … |
| 10 | 611–675 | 491 | unassigned | | Then why should he despair that knows to court it With words, fair looks, and liberality: What hast not thou f… |
| 11 | 676–742 | 485 | unassigned | | Come on then, horse and Chariots let us have, And to our sport: Madam, now shall ye see, Our Roman hunting. I … |
| 12 | 743–812 | 504 | unassigned | | Whom have we here? Rome's Royal Empress, Unfurnished of our well beseeming troop? Or is it Diana habited like … |
| 13 | 813–877 | 492 | unassigned | | Stay Madam here is more belongs to her, First thrash the Corn, then after burn the straw: This Minion stood up… |
| 14 | 878–943 | 494 | unassigned | | No Garace, No womanhood? Ah beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name, Confusion fall— Nay then… |
| 15 | 944–1008 | 496 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.81 | Thy hand once more, I will not lose again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below, Thou canst not come to me, I … |
| 16 | 1009–1068 | 490 | unassigned | | Come Lucius come, Stay not to talk with them. So now go tell and if thy tongue can speak, Who t' was that cut … |
| 17 | 1069–1126 | 458 | unassigned | | Hear me grave fathers, noble Tribunes stay, For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent In dangerous wars, whi… |
| 18 | 1127–1188 | 458 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.84 | Titus, prepare thy noble eyes to weep, Or if not so, thy noble heart to break: I bring consuming sorrow to thi… |
| 19 | 1189–1246 | 486 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.79 | If they did kill thy husband then be joyful, Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them. No, no, they would no… |
| 20 | 1247–1307 | 497 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.82 | Nay come agree, whose hand shall go along For fear they die before their pardon come. My hand shall go. By hea… |
| 21 | 1308–1361 | 443 | unassigned | | Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repaid, For that good hand thou sent'st the Emperor: here are the heads of thy… |
| 22 | 1362–1423 | 503 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.77 | Farewell Andronicus my noble Father: The woeful'st man that ever lived in Rome: Farewell proud Rome, till Luci… |
| 23 | 1424–1488 | 508 | unassigned | | Peace tender Sapling, thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away. What dost thou strike… |
| 24 | 1489–1555 | 509 | unassigned | | Lucius I will. How now Lavinia, Marcus what means this? Some book there is that she desires to see, Which is i… |
| 25 | 1556–1611 | 450 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.69 | 'tis sure enough, and you knew how. But if you hunt these Beare-whelpes, then beware The Dam will wake, and if… |
| 26 | 1612–1676 | 492 | unassigned | | I just, a verse in Horace: right, you have it, Now what a thing it is to be an Ass? here's no sound jest, the … |
| 27 | 1677–1738 | 495 | unassigned | | Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels up. Stay murderous villains, will you kill your brother? Now by the … |
| 28 | 1739–1800 | 507 | unassigned | | O Lord sir, 'tis a deed of policy? Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours: A long tongued babbling Gossip… |
| 29 | 1801–1857 | 505 | unassigned | | Kinsmen, his sorrows are past remedy. join with the Goths, and with revengeful war, Take wreak on Rome for thi… |
| 30 | 1858–1916 | 514 | unassigned | | Why sir, that is as fit as can be to serve for your Oration, and let him deliver the Pigeons to the Emperor fr… |
| 31 | 1917–1981 | 503 | unassigned | | Yea forsooth, and your Mistership be Imperial. Empress I am, but yonder sits the Emperor. 'Tis he; God & Saint… |
| 32 | 1982–2047 | 521 | unassigned | | Now will I to that old Andronicus, And temper him with all the Art I have, To pluck proud Lucius from the warl… |
| 33 | 2048–2111 | 504 | unassigned | | And if it please thee? why assure thee Lucius, 'Twill vex thy soul to hear what I shall speak: For I must talk… |
| 34 | 2112–2175 | 502 | unassigned | | What canst thou say all this, and never blush? I, like a black Dog, as the saying is. Art thou not sorry for t… |
| 35 | 2176–2238 | 488 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.83 | If thou didst know me, Thou wouldst talk with me. I am not mad, I know thee well enough, Witness this wretched… |
| 36 | 2239–2302 | 525 | unassigned | | Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee, Welcome dread Fury to my woeful house, Rapine and Murder, you are … |
| 37 | 2303–2366 | 509 | unassigned | | Madam depart at pleasure, leave us here. Farewell Andronicus, revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy … |
| 38 | 2367–2436 | 511 | unassigned | | Good Uncle take you in this barbarous Moor, This Ravenous Tiger, this accursed devil, Let him receive no suste… |
| 39 | 2437–2504 | 525 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.84 | Let Rome herself be bane unto herself, And she whom mighty kingdom's curtsy too, Like a forlorn and desperate … |
| 40 | 2505–2568 | 509 | unassigned | | Lucius, all hail Rome's Royal Emperor, Go, go into old Titus sorrowful house, And hither hale that misbelievin… |