Read by Kelly Taylor. Basianus, Brother to Saturninus. Read by Thomas Peter. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman general against the Goths. Read by Craig Franklin. Marcus Andronicus, Tribune of the People and Brother to Titus. Read by Brad. Lavinia, Daughter to Titus Andronicus. Read by Jen Broda. Lucius, Son to Titus Andronicus. Read by Jen Broda. Quintus, Son to Titus Andronicus. Read by Sonia. Martius, Son to Titus Andronicus. Read by Craig Franklin. Mucius, Son to Titus Andronicus. Read by Thomas Peter. Young Lucius, a boy, Son to Lucius. Read by Sonia. Publius, Son to Marcus the Tribune. Read by Jen Broda. Emelius, a noble Roman. Read by Craig Franklin. Tamara, Queen of the Goths. Read by Sonia. Aaron, Amor, Beloved by Tamara. Read by Thomas Peter. Demetrius, Son to Tamara. Read by Kelly Taylor. Chiron, Son to Tamara. Read by Brad. A Captain, Read by Brad. A Messenger, Read by Kelly Taylor. A Nurse, Read by Jen Broda. A Clown, Read by Thomas Peter. First Goth, Read by Kelly Taylor. Second Goth, Read by Brad. Third Goth, Read by Sonia. Fourth Goth, Read by Thomas Peter. First Roman, Read by Sonia. Second Roman, Read by Thomas Peter. First Tribune, Read by Sonia. Second Tribune, Read by Kelly Taylor. Narrator, Read by Kelly Taylor. Scene, Rome, and the country near it. End of Dramatis Personae. Act 1 of The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox .org. Act 1, Scene 1, Rome, before the capital. Enter the tribunes and senators aloft, and then enter Saturnius and his followers at one door, and Bacchianus and his followers at the other, with drums and trumpets. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, defend the justice of my cause with arms, and countrymen, my loving followers, plead my successive title with your swords. I am his firstborn son that was the last that wore the imperial diadem of Rome. Then let my father's honors live in me, nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Romans, friends, followers, favorers of my right, if ever Bacchianus sees his son were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, keep then this passage to the capital, and suffer not dishonor to approach the imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, to justice, continence, and nobility, but let desert and pure election shine, and Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, holding the crown. Princes that strive by factions and by friends ambitiously for rule and empery, know that the people of Rome for whom we stand, and a special party have by common voice an election for the Roman empery chosen Andronicus, surname Pius for many good and great desserts to Rome. A nobler man, a braver warrior, lives not this day within the city walls. He by the Senate is a sighted home from weary wars against the barbarous Goths, but with his