Welcome,
my gracious lord: welcome, dread queen;
Welocome,
ye warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
And
welcome, all: although the cheer be poor,
‘Twill
fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
-Titus
I’m really not sure where this play came from. Will must certainly have had a darker side. Today’s Totally Random lines precedes a bloodbath that’s about to take place. Before that, though, Titus’s guests are going to be eating the meal served, which contains, unbeknownst to them, the flesh of the dread queen’s two sons who were murdered in a previous scene. It's not a pretty picture.
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