Titus: I leave this house in your care and this is what greets me upon return?
Batiatus: I was not expecting your arrival.
Titus: Am I to announce myself to the walls that I own?
Batiatus: Of course not. Yet if I had known of your return from Sicilia...
Titus: The knowledge would have produced what result? Huh? Flowers and scented oils laid to meet me, masking sight of a son gone to shit?