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A chilling sweat o'er.runs my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can sce.

Murt. To prove thou bast a true-diviping 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:
0, 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, bow dost thou know 'tis he?

Murt. 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,
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 bateful 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 plack thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy

lielp. 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, 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 thither 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.

Enter Tamora, with Attendants; Titus Andronicus,

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. The complot of this timeless* tragedy; And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Sat. [Reads.) An if we miss to meet him hand

somely, Sweet huntsman, Bassiunus 'tis, we menn,Do thou so much as dig the grave for him; Thou know'st our meaning: Look for thy reward

* Untimely.

Among the nettles at the elder tree,
Which overshades the mouth of that same pit,
Where we decreed to bury Bassianus.
Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends.
0, Tamora! was ever heard the like?
This is the pit, and this the elder tree:
Look, sirs, if you can find the huntsman out
That should have murder'd Bassianus here.
Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold.

[Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To Tit.) fell curs of

bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life :Sirs, drag ther from the pit unto the prison ; There let them bide, until we have devis'd Some never heard of torturing pain for them. Tum. What, are they iu this pit? O wondrous

thing! How easily murder is discovered !

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,

Sut. 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 :
For by my father's reverend tomb, I vow,
They shall be ready at your highness' will,
To answer their suspicion with their lives.

Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see, thou follow me.
Some bring the murder'J body, some the murderers:
Let them not speak a word, the guilt is plaid;
For, by my soul, were there worse end than death,
That end upon them should be executed.

Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy sons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them.

(Ereunt sederully. SCENE V.

The same.

Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ra.

vished ; 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

SO;

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

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 Aies 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 upgentle hands Have lopp'd, and hew'd, aud 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!-
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
Coming and going with thy honest breath.
But, sure, some Tereus hath defloured thee;
And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!
And, notwithstanding all this loss of blood,-
As from a conduit with three issuing spouts,
Yet do thy cheeks look red as Titan's face,
Blushing to be encounter'd with a cloud.
Shall I speak for thee? shall I say, 'tis so?
O, that I knew thy heart; and knew the beast,
That I might rail at him to ease my mind!
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stoppid,
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,
And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind :
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;
A craftier Tereus hast thou met withal,
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
O, had the monster seen those lily hands
Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute,
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them;
He would not then have touch'd them for his life:
Or, had he heard the heavenly harmony,
Which that sweet tongue hath made,
He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep,
As Cerberus at the Thracian poet's feet.
Come, let us go, and make thy father blind :
For such a sight will blind a father's eye:
One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads;
What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes?
Do not draw back, for we will mourn with thee;
O, could our mourning ease thy misery! (Exeunt.

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