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Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee : No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
Dem. Away, for thou hast staid us here too long.
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.
[Ereunt. Tam. Farewell, my sons : see, that you make
her sure: 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.
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,
From thi out
As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ?
Mart, 0, brother, with the dismallest object
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
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
3 A precious ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called a car. buncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Mr. Boyle believes the reality of its existence. JOHNSON.
When he by night lay bath'd in maiden blood.
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. "
Enter SATURNINUS and Aaron. 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.