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MARCUS ANDRONICUS: My lord, this is impiety in you:My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for himHe must be buried with his brethren. |
And shall, or him we will accompany. |
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TITUS ANDRONICUS: 'And shall!' what villain was it that spakethat word? |
He that would vouch it in any place but here. |
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MARTIUS: He is not with himself; let us withdraw. |
Not I, till Mutius' bones be buried. |
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MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,-- |
Father, and in that name doth nature speak,-- |
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AARON: Come on, my lords, the better foot before:Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pitWhere I espied the panther fast asleep. |
My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. |
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MARTIUS: And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.Falls into the pit |
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? |
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MARTIUS: Why dost not comfort me, and help me outFrom this unhallowed and blood-stained hole? |
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. |
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MARTIUS: 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. |
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. |
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MARTIUS: Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. |
If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? |
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MARTIUS: 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. |
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. |
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MARTIUS: Nor I no strength to climb without thy help. |
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 |