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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 sons this trull deflour. [Exit.


The same.

Enter AARON, with Quintus and Martius.

Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit, Where I espy'd the panther fast asleep.

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

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

[MARTIUS falls into the Pit. Quin. What art thou fallen? What subtle hole is

this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briars; 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 dismallest objéct That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament. Aar. [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 surprized 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, 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:
O, tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now
Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed 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 bath'd 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 Bassianus' 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
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ;
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but jest:
He and his lady both are at the lodge,
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase ;
'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all alive, But, out alas ! here have we found him dead.

Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; Titus ANDRO


Tam. Where is my lord, the king ?
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing

Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ?

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,

[Giving a Letter.

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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 hand-

Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean,
Do thou so much as dig the grave for him;
Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward
Among the nettles at the elder tree,
IVhich overshades the mouth of that same pit,
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
Do this, and purchase us thy lusting friends.
0, Tamora! was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder tree :
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out,
That should have murder'd Bassianus here.
Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

[Showing it.
Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tit.) fell curs of

bloody kind,
Have here bereft my brother of his life :--
Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison ;
There let them bide, until we have devis'd
Some never-heard of torturing pain for them.
Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous

How easily murder is discovered !

Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed,
That this fell fault of my accursed sons,
Accursed, if the fault be prov'd in them,

3 Untimely.

Sat. If it be prov'd ! you see, it is apparent. Who found this letter ? Tamora, was it you?

Tam. Andronicus himself did take it up.

Tit. I did, my lord : yet let me be their bail :
For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,
They shall be ready at your highness' will,
To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Sat. Thou shalt not bail them : see, thou follow


Some bring the murder'd body, some the muderers :
Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plain ;
For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end


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.

[Ereunt severally.


The same.


ravished; her Hands cut off, and her Tongue cut out,

Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue, and ravish'd thee.

Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning

SO ;

And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe.

Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scowl.
Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy


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