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And leave me to this miserable death,
vengeance on me had they executed : Revenge it, as you love your mother's life, Or be ye not henceforth callid
children. Dem. This is a witness that I am thy sop.
[Ştabs BASSIANUS. Chi. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
[Stabbing him likewise. Lav. Ay come, Semiramis, nay, barbarous
Tam. Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
Lav. 0 Tamora! thou bear'st a woman's face,
Lav. When did the tiger's young ones teach the
dam? 0, do not learn her wrath ; she taught it thee: The milk thou suck'dst from her, did turn to mar
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy týranný.
mother breeds not sons alike; Do thou entreat her shew a woman pity.
[TO-CHIRON. Chi. What! would'st thou have me prove myself
a bastard ?
Tam. I know not what it means ; away with her.
father's sake, That gave thee life, when well he might have slain
Tam. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Lav. 0 Tamora, be call’d a gentle queen,
Tam. What begg'st thou then? fond woman, let
And tumble me into some loathsome pit;
Tam. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee.
creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name !: Confusion fall Chi. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth:-Bring thou
her husband; [Dragging of 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,
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 subtile 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 distill’d on flowers ?
very fatal place it seems to me :
Mart. O, brother, with the dismallest object
[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 :
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
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.
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. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing
grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my
wound; Poor Bassianus here lies murdered.