[DEMETRIUS throws the body of BASSIANUS into the
pit; then exeunt DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging
off LAVINIA]
TAMORA Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure.
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed,
Till all the Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,
And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r.
[Exit]
[Re-enter AARON, with QUINTUS and MARTIUS]
AARON Come on, my lords, the better foot before:
Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
Where I espied the panther fast asleep.
QUINTUS My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
MARTIUS And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Falls into the pit]
QUINTUS What art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is cover'd with rude-growing briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
MARTIUS O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!
AARON [Aside] Now will I fetch the king to find them here,
That he thereby may give a likely guess
How these were they that made away his brother.
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