951917Vpon whose leaues are drops of new shed blood,

952918As fresh as morning dew distild on flowers,

953919A verie fatall place it seemes to mee,

954920Speake brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

955921Martius. Oh brother with the dismalst obiect hurt,

957922That euer eie with sight made hart lament.

958923Aron. Now will I fetch the King to finde them here,

959924That he thereby may haue a likely gesse, Exit.

960925How these were they, that made away his brother.

962926Martius. Why dost not comfort me and help me out

963927From this vnhollow, and bloodstained hole.

964928Quintus. I am surprised with an vncouth feare,

965929A chilling sweat oreruns my trembling ioynts,

966930My hart suspects more than mine eie can see.

967931Martius. To proue thou hast a true diuining hart,

968932Aron, and thou looke downe into this den,

969933And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.

970934Quintus. Aron is gone, and my compassionate hart,

972935Will not permit mine eyes once to behold,

973936The thing whereat it trembles by furmise:

974937Oh tell me who it is, for nere till now,

975938Was I a child to feare I know not what.

976939Martius. Lord Bassianus lies bereaud in blood,

MS 'heere reav'd of lyfe'

977940All on a heape like to a slaughtered Lambe,

978941In this detested darke blood drinking pit.

979942Quintus. If it be darke how dost thou know tis hee.

980943Martius. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare

981944A pretious ring, that lightens all this hole:

982945Which like a taper in some monument,

983946Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthy cheekes,

984947And shewes the ragged intrals of this pit:

985948So pale did shine the Moone on Priamus,

986949When he by night lay bathd in Maiden blood,

987950O Brother help me with thy fainting hand,

988951If feare hath made thee faint as me it hath,