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Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflour. [Erit.
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 object 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.
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:
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
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,
Enter SATURNINUS and AARON,
Sat. Along with me:—I'll see what hole is here.
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus ;
Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou dost but jest:
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
NICUS, and LUCIUS.
Tam. Where is my lord, the king ?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wor
[Giving a Letter.
The complot of this timeless tragedy ;
[Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tit.) fell curs of
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,
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 :
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them : see, thou follow
Some bring the murder'd body, some the muderers :
Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king ;
Enter DeMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA,
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
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