Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)
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of Titus Andronicus.
¶Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,
990As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth.
¶Quint. Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,
¶I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe,
995I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinck,
¶Till thou art here a loft or I belowe:
¶Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee.
1000
Enter the Emperour and Aron,
the Moore.
¶And what he is that now is leapt into it.
¶Into this gaping hollow of the earth.
¶Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre,
¶He and his Ladie both are at the lodge,
¶Tis not an houre since I left them there.
¶Mart. VVe know not where you left them all a liue,
¶But out alas, here haue we found him dead.
¶
Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius.
1015Tamora. VVhere is my Lord the King?
¶King. Here Tamora, though griude with killing griefe.
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