cheer indeed, 190 Ne'er let Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull defiower. [Exit. Re-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. [Falls into the pit. Quin. What, art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this, Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers, Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood 200 As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers? A very fatal place it seems to me. Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? Mart. O brother, with the dismal'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 have a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother. Mart. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out Quin. I am surprised 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, [Exit. 210 Aaron and thou look down into this den, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Till thou art here aloft, or I below: Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee. 220 230 240 [Falls in. Enter Saturninus with Aaron. Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here, Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest: Upon the north side of this pleasant chase; Re-enter Tamora, with Attendants; Titus Andronicus, Tam. Where is my lord the king? Sat. Here, Tamora; though grieved with killing grief. Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus ? Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound: Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. 250 261 Tam. [Giving a letter] Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, 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 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 Which overshades the mouth of that same pit 270 Where we decreed to bury Bassianus. 280 Sat. [To Titus] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life. Sirs, drag them from the pit unto the prison: Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee ? I beg this boon, with tears not lightly shed, 290 Some bring the murder'd body, some the murderers: Let them not speak a word; the guilt is plain; 301 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. Scene IV. Another part of the forest. [Exeunt. Enter Demetrius and Chiron, with Lavinia, ravished; Dem. So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak, Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee. ΙΟ [Exeunt Demetrius and Chiron. Horns winded within. Enter Marcus from hunting. If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle hands 20 |