Marcus Andronicus, so I do ally
In thy uprightness and integrity,
And so I love and honour thee and thine,
Thy noble brother Titus and his sons,
And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all,
Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament (1.1.2)
Now, madam, are you prisoner to
To him that, for your honour and your state,
Will use you nobly and your followers. (1.1.13)
Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine.
How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord?
Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal
To do myself this reason and this right.
'Suum cuique' is our Roman justice:
This prince in justice seizeth but his own. (1.1.5)