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Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull defiower. [Exit.
Re-enter Aaron, with Quintus and Martius.
Aar. Come on, my lords, the better foot before:
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
[Falls into the pit.
Quin. What, art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood 200 As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?
very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? Mart. O brother, with the dismal'st object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!
Aar. [Aside] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,
That he thereby may have a likely guess
How these were they that made away his brother.
Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see. Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
Enter Saturninus with Aaron.
Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,
Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
Re-enter Tamora, with Attendants; Titus Andronicus,
Tam. Where is my lord the king?
Sat. Here, Tamora; though grieved with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:
Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.
Tam. [Giving a letter] Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy;
And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
Sat. [Reads] An if we miss to meet him handsomelySweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we mean
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him:
Thou know'st our meaning. Look for thy reward
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
Sat. [To Titus] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody
Have here bereft my brother of his life.
Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison:
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; 301 For, by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king:
Fear not thy sons; they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.
Another part of the forest.
Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravished;
Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
[Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron.
Horns winded within. Enter Marcus from hunting.
If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me!
Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands