It is not surprising that Emily chooses to marry George. She has grown up with him and always been attracted to him. On her wedding day, however, she is very nervous and unsure of her decision. Her mother admits that she is probably too young for matrimony and really knows little about life. Mrs. Webb hopes that some of Emily's friends have told her what is in store for her in marriage.

In the last act of the play, it is Emily who teaches the audience the theme of the drama. Dying during the birth of her second child, Emily is too young and unprepared to face or accept death. Unlike the older spirits who have embraced the peace of death, she longs to return to earth and the familiar things in Grover's Corners; she misses her husband and her four-year-old son. As a result, she decides she will go back to her hometown; she chooses to relive her twelfth birthday. The journey back is a horrible mistake. As she watches herself as a twelve-year-old girl, she realises how she and her family had no appreciation of life. They took everything for granted. Disillusioned by this callous disregard for the wonders of living, Emily bids farewell to Grover's Corners to return to the peace of her grave. In the process, she teaches the audience to appreciate everything in life - the ticking of a clock, the smell of a sunflower, the wonder of a mother's love, and a thousand other little things taken for granted each day.

No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter 
There is a prohibition so divine 
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart. 
Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence; 
Obedient as the scabbard. What is here? 

The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, 
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, 
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more 
Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools 
Believe false teachers: though those that 

are betray'd 
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor 
Stands in worse case of woe. 
And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up 
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father

And make me put into contempt the suits 
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find 
It is no act of common passage, but 
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself 
To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her 

That now thou tirest on, how thy memory 
Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch: 
The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife? 
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, 
When I desire it too.

Character history:
A beautiful girl with blue eyes, she is obedient and generally docile, but has an iron backbone and will not be moved against her own desire and integrity. She proves this when she marries Posthumus behind her father’s back and refuses to divorce him, or pay any attention to the attempted seductions of Cloten, even though the King her father is in favor of that match. She is open and honest, though her innate politeness prevents her from fully expressing her opinions until she is pressed too far. She is also chaste, and puts off her husband from the marriage bed – their marriage may not even be consummated. She can be extremely headstrong, whether in keeping to her room or galloping off to meet Posthumus, disguising herself as a boy named Fidele, or entering in service to her father’s enemy. She is extraordinarily courageous, and has excellent instincts, knowing exactly whom to trust even when she cannot explain why, and also knowing that her stepmother means her no good. Horrified at Posthumus’s accusations against her and desire to see her dead, she still loves him and forgives him when he repents; nevertheless, waking out of a drugged sleep she is incapable of recognizing that it is not his headless body that she wakes up next to, but Cloten’s. She is delighted to discover that the two young men she befriended in the cave are actually her brothers, and that she will therefore not inherit the throne. A well-educated young lady who enjoys reading in bed, she has a mole on her left breast.

Character history:

Tamora is the Queen of the Goths turned Roman Empress. After Titus ritually sacrifices her eldest son, Tamora makes it her mission in life to make Titus and his family suffer. She accomplishes this through her good looks, sensuality, and ability to manipulate those around her.

As she is seen kind and caring at the beginning, she soon changes. Regardless of whether or not audiences feel sorry for Tamora when Bassianus and Lavinia confront her in the woods with racially charged accusations, the empress loses our sympathy when she encourages her sons to rape Lavinia while she runs off to have a dalliance with Aaron: "Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, / And let my spleenful sons this trull [prostitute] deflower"(2.3.13). By this point, Tamora's sexuality is seen as just as dark and ugly as her desire for vengeance and willingness to go after Titus's family members.

Character history:
Queenie...not young...not old..."what hips , what shoulders, what a back she had, her legs were built to drive men mad" A fading vaudeville chorine with sass, but appealing. She is the star of the piece. She is charismatic and appealing to both sexes and a believable party girl..."she likes her lovers violent and vicious. Queenie was sexually ambitious".

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I know he's rough

I don't know what to do

But we've been through enough

I know it's time

And yet I play

Maybe I like it this way.

I see his pain

I hear his cry

He pulls me to the edge

But I don't ask him why

I understand

And I obey

Maybe I like it this way.

I like the way he laughs

His strange and silent stare

I like the way he moves

The way he's always there

The way he calls my name

The way he takes control

I like the way this man has stirred my soul:

"When I first met Burrs, he was grand. You understand?

But I was scared and awfully lonely.

Hungry. And hopeful. How could I know?"

Maybe tomorrow it comes crashing down

Maybe next week I'll find another clown

Maybe I'll try to go a different way

But look who's sitting here today.

If I could change

If I could grow

I'd ask for nothing more

And through that door I'd go

But if I'm through

Why do I stay?

Maybe he wants me

Maybe he needs me

Maybe he loves me

Maybe I like it this way.