Out of this fell devouring receptacle, As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth. Quin. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out; Or, wanting strength to do thee fo much good, I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink. Mart. Nor I no ftrength 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. [Falls in. Sat. Along with me :—I'll see what hole is here, Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus; To find thy brother Baffianus dead. Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou doft but jeft: He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north fide of this pleasant chase; 'Tis not an hour fince 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. Sat. Sat. Now to the bottom doft thou fearch my wound; Poor Baffianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy; [Giving a letter. And wonder greatly, that man's face can fold Sat. [Reads.] An if we miss to meet him handsomely,Sweet buntfman, Baffianus 'tis, we mean, Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him; Thou know'ft our meaning: Look for thy reward Which overshades the mouth of that same pit, Aar. My gracious lord, here is the bag of gold. [Showing it. Sat. Two of thy whelps, [To TIT.] fell curs of bloody kind, : Have here bereft my brother of his life :- Tam. What, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing ! How eafily murder is discovered! Tit. High emperor, upon my feeble knee I beg this boon, with tears nor lightly shed, That this fell fault of my accursed fons, Accurfed, if the fault be prov'd in them, Sat. Sat. If it be prov'd! you fee, it is apparent.- Sat. Thou shalt not bail them; fee, thou follow me. Tam. Andronicus, I will entreat the king; Fear not thy fons, they shall do well enough. Tit. Come, Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE V. The fame. Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, with LAVINIA, ravish'd; 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 fo; And, if thy ftumps will let thee, play the scribe. Dem. See, how with signs and tokens she can scowl. Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands. Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash; And fo let's leave her to her filent walks. Chi. An 'twere my cafe, I should go hang myself. Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord. [Exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON. Enter MARCUS. Mar. Who's this,-my niece, that flies away so fast? Coufin, a word; Where is your husband ?— If I do dream, 'would all my wealth would wake me! Speak, gentle niece, what ftern ungentle hands Whofe circling fhadows kings have fought to sleep in ; As half thy love? Why dost not speak to me?— Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind, Coming and going with thy honey breath. But, But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee; A craftier Tereus haft thou met withal, He would have dropp`d his knife, and fell asleep, [Exeunt. |