That he thereby may give a likely guess, How these were they that made away his brother. [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: Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Mart. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good, 3 A precious ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called a car. buncle, which emits not reflected but native light. Mr. Boyle believes the reality of its existence. JOHNSON. I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. 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. [Falls in. Enter SATURNINUS and AARON. Sat. Along with me:-I'll see what hole is here, Say, who art thou, that lately didst descend Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; 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, The complot of this timeless1 tragedy; [Giving a Letter. And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny. Sat. [reads.] An if we miss to meet him handsomely, Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis, we mean, Do thou so much as dig the grave for him; Thou knowest our meaning: Look for thy reward Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, Do this, and purchase us thy lasting friends. Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. [Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [to TrT.] fell curs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life :— Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wond'rous thing! How easily murder is discover'd! Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee Sat. If it be proved! you see, it is apparent.— Sat. Thou shalt not bail them; see, thou follow me. |