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A chilling sweat o'er.runs my trembling joints;
Murt. To prove thou bast a true-diviping heart,
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, bow dost thou know 'tis he?
Murt. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
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
Among the nettles at the elder tree,
[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 :
Sat. Thou shalt not bail them: see, thou follow me.
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.
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
And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe.
scowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy
hands, Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to
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.
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!-