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And shall, or him we will accompany.
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And shall, or him we will accompany.
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Marcus Andronicus. My lord, this is impiety in you:
My nephew Mutius' deeds do plead for him
He must be buried with his brethren.
Quintus. And shall, or him we will accompany.
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Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--
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Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--
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Marcus Andronicus. Brother, for in that name doth nature plead,--
Quintus. Father, and in that name doth nature speak,--
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My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
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My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
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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.
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What art thou fall'n? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is cover'd with...
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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?
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Martius. And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
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?
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I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling...
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I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
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Martius. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?
Quintus. I am surprised with an uncouth fear;
A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints:
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
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Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to...
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Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
Was I a child to fear I know not what.
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Martius. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.
Quintus. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
Was I a child to fear I know not what.
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If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
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If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
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Martius. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.
Quintus. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
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Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee...
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Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
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Martius. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
Which, like a taper in some monument,
Doth shine upon the dead man's earthy cheeks,
And shows the ragged entrails of the pit:
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus
When he by night lay bathed in maiden blood.
O brother, help me with thy fainting hand--
If fear hath made thee faint, as me it hath--
Out of this fell devouring receptacle,
As hateful as Cocytus' misty mouth.
Quintus. Reach me thy hand, that I may help thee out;
Or, wanting strength to do thee so much good,
I may be pluck'd into the swallowing womb
Of this deep pit, poor Bassianus' grave.
I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink.
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Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I b...
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Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
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Martius. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
Quintus. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below:
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
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