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Chi. 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
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Enter Aaron, with Quintus and MARTIUS.
Aar. Come on, my lords; the better foot before :
Quin. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
[Martius falls into the Pit. Quin. What, art thou fallen ? What subtle hole
very fatal place it seems to me:-
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
† “ object hurt ”- Malone,
That he thereby may give a likely guess,
[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:
Mart. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
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
Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
+ “who it is ;" — Malone.
3 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. VOL. VII.
I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
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 ANDRONICUS,
Tam. Where is my lord, the king ?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound;
[Giving a Letter The complot of this timeless * tragedy; And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny.
timeless — i. e. untimely.
Sat. [reads.] An if we miss to meet him handsomelySweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean,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, 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 Tır.] fell curs of bloody
Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wond’rous thing How easily murder is discover'd!
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,
Sat. 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.
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 meaning so; And if thy stumps will let thee, play the scribe.
Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scowl t. 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.
[E.ceunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON.
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,
+ "scrowl.”— Malone.
• If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me!] If this be a dream, I would give all my possessions to be delivered from it by waking. Johnson,