The most Lamentable Tragedie
1019983Poore
Bassianus here lies murthered.
1020984Tamora. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ.
1021985The complot of this timele
sse Tragedie,
1022986And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,
1023987In plea
sing
smiles
such murderous tyrranie.
1024988She giueth Saturnine a letter.
1025989Saturninus reads the letter.
And if wee misse to meete him handsomelie,
1027991Sweet huntsman, Ba
ssianus
tis we meane,
1028992Doe thou so much as dig the graue for hi
m,
1029993Thou knowst our meaning looke for thy reward,
1030994Among the Nettles at the Elder tree,
1031995Which ouershades the mouth of that same pit,
1032996Where we decreed to burie Ba
ssianus,
1033997Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends.
1034998King. Oh
Tamora was euer heard the like,
1035999This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,
10361000Looke Sirs if you can
finde the hunt
sman out,
10371001That
should haue murthered
Bassianus here.
10381002Aron. My gratious Lord here is the bag of gold.
10391003King. Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kinde,
10401004Haue here bereft my brother of his life:
10411005Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the pri
son,
10421006There let them bide vntill we haue deui
sd,
10431007Some neuer hard of tortering paine for them.
10441008Tam. What are they in this pit, Oh wondrous thing!
10461009How ea
sily murder is di
scouered.
10471010Titus. High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,
10481011I beg this boone, with teares not lightly
shed,
10491012That this fell fault of my accur
sed
sonnes,
10501013Accur
sed, if the faults be proud in them.
10511014King. If it be proude, you
see it is apparant,
who