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Dem. Away; for thou hast stay'd us here too

long. Lav. No grace? no womanhood ? Ah, beastly

creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name ! Confusion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth.-Bring

thou her husband; [dragging off Lavinia. This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.

[Exeunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons : see, that you make her


Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Till all the Andronici be made

away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful suns this trull deflour. (Exit,


The same.

Enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS. Aaron. Come on, my lords; the better foot

before : Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. Mart. And mine, I promise you : were 't not for

shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

[Martius falls into the pit.

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Quin. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole

is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers ; Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ? A

very fatal place it seems to me. Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?

Mart. O, brother, with the dismall’st object hurt, That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Aaron. [aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find

them here; That he thereby may give a likely guess, How these were they that made away his brother.

[Exit Aaron. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me

out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear: A chilling sweat o'erruns 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, And see a fearful sight of blood and death. Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate

heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise. 0, tell me who it is; for ne'er, till now, Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies imbrued here, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,

In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?

Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, “ Which, like a taper in some monument, Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks, And shows the ragged entrails of this pit. “ So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus, When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood. O brother, help me with thy fainting hand, “ If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath,“ Out of this fell devouring receptacle, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help

thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, “ I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb “ Of this deep pit, poor


grave. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy

help. Quin. Thy hand once more : I will not loose

again, Till thou art here aloft, or I below. Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee.

[falls in.


Sat. Along with me.—I 'll see what hole is here And what he is, that now is leap'd into it. Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend

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