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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 distilld on flowers ? A
very fatal place it seems to me:Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall ?
Mart. O, brother, with the dismall'st object hurt 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.
[Erit 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: A chilling sweat o'erruns 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
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 A precious ring, that lightens all the hole 1,
1 Old naturalists assert that there is a gem called a carbuncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Boyle believed in the reality of its existence. It is often alluded to in
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
grave. I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
Mar. 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.
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
ancient fable. Thus in The Gesta Romanorum :~He farther beheld and saw a carbuncle that lighted all the house. And Drayton in The Muse's Elysium :
• Is that admired mighty stone,
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 AN
DRONICUS, 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. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ.
[Giving a Letter.
? i. e. untimely. So in King Richard II.:
• The bloody office of his timeless end.' VOL. IX.
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out,
[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? 0 wondrous
thing! How easily murder is discovered !
Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee
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, it
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 fol
Some bring the murder’d body, some the murderers:
Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king;
SCENE V. The same.
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 mean
ing so; And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe. Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can
scrowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy
hands. Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash: And so let's leave her to her silent walks.
Chi. An’twere my case, I should go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
[Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON.
Enter MARCUS. Mar. Who's this,—my niece, that flies away so
fast? Cousin, a word; Where is your husband ?— If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me?! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep!Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy body bare Of her two branches ? those sweet ornaments, Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleepin; ; And might not gain so great a happiness, As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?
1. If this be a dream, I would give all my possessions to be delivered from it by waking.'