...Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge:
Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son."
Tamora, Queen of the Goths
"Patient yourself, madam, and pardon me,
These are their brethren whom your Goths beheld
Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain
Religiously they ask a sacrifice.
To this your son is marked, and die he must,
T'appease their groaning shadows that are gone."
Titus Andronicus
"I'll find a day to massacre them all
And race their faction and their family,
The cruel father, and his traitorous sons,
To whom I suèd for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain."
Tamora
All above from Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare. Act I, scene 1.
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