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

creature ! The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fallChi. 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

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.

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SCENE IV.

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,

Spearrt. o, brother, who made heart lament: find

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.

[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,

s A precious ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called a carbuncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Mr. Boyle believes the reality of its existence. Johnson.

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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.

Enter SATURNINUS and AARON.

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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.

VOL. IX.

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