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TITUS ANDRONICUS: Marcus, even thou hast struck upon my crest,And, with these boys, mine honour thou hast wounded:My foes I do repute you every one;So, trouble me no more, but get you gone. |
He is not with himself; let us withdraw. |
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QUINTUS: My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. |
And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. Falls into the pit |
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QUINTUS: 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 bloodAs 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? |
O brother, with the dismall'st object hurtThat ever eye with sight made heart lament! |
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AARON: [Aside] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,That he thereby may give a likely guessHow these were they that made away his brother.Exit |
Why dost not comfort me, and help me outFrom this unhallowed and blood-stained hole? |
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QUINTUS: 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. |
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. |
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QUINTUS: Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heartWill not permit mine eyes once to beholdThe thing whereat it trembles by surmise;O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till nowWas I a child to fear I know not what. |
Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. |
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QUINTUS: If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? |
Upon his bloody finger he doth wearA 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 the pit:So pale did shine the moon on PyramusWhen he by night lay bathed 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 hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. |
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QUINTUS: 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 wombOf this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. |
Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. |
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QUINTUS: 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 with AARON SATURNINUS: 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 descendInto this gaping hollow of the earth? |
The unhappy son of old Andronicus:Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,To find thy brother Bassianus dead. |
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SATURNINUS: My brother dead! I know thou dost but jest:He and his lady both are at the lodgeUpon the north side of this pleasant chase;'Tis not an hour since I left him there. |
We know not where you left him all alive;But, out, alas! here have we found him dead. |
