Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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The most Lamentable Tragedie
¶A verie fatall place it seemes to mee,
¶Speake brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
¶That euer eie with sight made hart lament.
¶Aron. Now will I fetch the King to finde them here,
960How these were they, that made away his brother.
¶From this vnhollow, and bloodstained hole.
965A chilling sweat oreruns my trembling ioynts,
¶Aron, and thou looke downe into this den,
¶Will not permit mine eyes once to behold,
¶Oh tell me who it is, for nere till now,
975VVas I a child to feare I know not what.
¶All on a heape like to a slaughtered Lambe,
¶In this detested darke blood drinking pit.
980Martius. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare
¶A pretious ring, that lightens all this hole:
¶VVhich like a taper in some monument,
¶Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthy cheekes,
¶And shewes the ragged intrals of this pit:
985So pale did shine the Moone on Priamus,
¶VVhen he by night lay bathd in Maiden blood,
¶O Brother help me with thy fainting hand,
¶If feare hath made thee faint as me it hath,
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