The Lavinia-Titus bond breaks my heart. Act 3.1 turns out to be a stunning aria of grief, a duet and pas de deux, but I could only know this by getting off book and into rehearsals at full-tilt boogy. My God. It's not the relentlessness that's so stunning: it's the precision of the imagery conveying the grief that stuns. Before doing 3.1 I didn't think I was "going to be able to cry." Ha! Can't help it. Though if someone replaces my glorious Lavinia (Jennifer Ann Hutton) I may cry for another kind of grief.
What a ride can be found in the most unexpected places, e.g., in a--"sniff"--"early play." Shakespeare may have only been 18 or something like that but the little feck was still Shakespeare.
What a ride.