Quin. T ed, dark, blood-drinking pit. , like to a slaughter'd lamb, Till thou be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? Thou cans ng,3 that lightens all the hole, In his bloody finger he doth wear Sat. Al a taper in some monument, And what pon the dead man's earthy cheeks, Sar, who e ragged entrails of this pit: Into this mine the moon' on Pyramus, Mart. night lay bath'd in maiden blood. lp me with thy fainting hand,nade thee faint, as me it hath, Il devouring receptacle, He and h Cocytus' misty mouth. ring,] There is supposed to be a gem called a Esta Romanorum, history the sixth: "He farther from it such a flaming light diancy ejecteth, a the very darkest night e to it directeth." The Romaunt of the Rose, attributes the same pro arbuncle: light ysprang out of the stone." Steevens. hole, The 4to. 1600, reads-all this hole. Todd. Upon the Tis not a Mart. But, out Enter T is he S, m called a Mr. Boyle He farther he house." ce, L. II: 1, ame pro 18. Todd. to have Steevens Thou canst not come to me, I come to 1 Sat. Along with me :- I'll see what Mart. The unhappy son of old Andro Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, To find thy brother Bassianus dead. Sat. My brother dead? I know, thou ( He and his lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this pleasant cha 'Tis not an hour since I left him there. Mart. We know not where you left h But, out alas! here have we found him c Enter TAMORA, with Attendants; TITU and LUCIUS. Tam. Where is my lord, the king? Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd w Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou sea Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. Tam. Then all too late I bring this fa [ The complot of this timeless tragedy; Sat. [reads] An if we miss to meet hi 6 7 left him there.] Edition 1600 reads timeless-] i. e. untimely. So, in K "The bloody office of his timeless end [Showing it. Dem. Se f thy whelps, [to TIT.] fell curs of bloody Chi. Go Dem. S. nd, reft my brother of his life : And so let m bide, until we have devis'd m from the pit unto the prison; Chi. An Dem. If eard-of torturing pain for them. t, are they in this pit? O wondrous thing! urder is discovered! If I do dr If I do wa That I ma Speak, ge Have lopp Of her tw Whose c And migh As half th Alas, a cr speak a word, the guilt is plain ; Conicus, I will entreat the king; sons, they shall do well enough. Dul, were there worse end than death, on them should be executed. The murder'd body, some the murderers: shalt not bail them; see, thou follow me. Like to a Doth rise Coming But, sure And, lest Lucius, come; stay not to talk with them. [Exeunt severally. them. Th The corr Chi. Write down thy mind, bewray thy And, if thy stumps will let thee, play the Dem. See, how with signs and tokens Chi. Go home, call for sweet water, wa Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor And so let's leave her to her silent walk Chi. An 'twere my case, I should go h Dem. If thou hadst hands to help thee [Excunt Enter Marcus. Mar. Who's this, my niece, that flie Cousin, a word; Where is your husband If I do dream, 'would all my wealth wou If I do wake, some planet strike me dow That I may slumber in eternal sleep!Speak, gentle niece, what stern ungentle Have lopp'd, and hew'd, and made thy bo Of her two branches? those sweet ornam Whose circling shadows kings have soug And might not gain so great a happiness As half thy love? Why dost not speak to Alas, a crimson river of warm blood, Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with w Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips, Coming and going with thy honey breath But, sure, some Tereus hath defloured th And, lest thou should'st detect him, cut t 8 - she can scowl.] Edition 1600 reads: This, I apprehend, is the true reading. Todd If I do dream, would all my wealth would wa a dream, I would give all my possessions to be by waking. Johnson. 1 lest thou should'st detect him, &c.] Olo them. The same mistake has happened in man The correction was made by Mr. Rowe. Because th e silken strings delight to kiss them; t then have touch'd them for his life: For these, at the Thracian poet's feet. ve dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, My sons' s Exeu ght will blind a father's eye : go, and make thy father blind; earth! 1 That shall torm will drown the fragrant meads; hole months of tears thy father's eyes? back, for we will mourn with thee; mourning ease thy misery! [Exeunt. ng ravished Philomela, his wife's sister, cut out prevent a discovery. Malone. issuing spouts,] Old copies their issuing &c. ir Thomas Hanmer. Steevens. hou met withal,] The word withal, is wanting in Todd. cian poet's-] Orpheus. Steevens. Than yout In summe winter, And keep So thou re |