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Titus Andronicus, II. iii

Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

Quin. 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.

Both fall in.

Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,

And what he is that now is leap'd into it.

Say, who art thou that lately didst descend

Into this gaping hollow of the earth?

Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus;

Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,

To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jests

He and his lady both are at the lodge,

Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;

'Tis not an hour since I left him there.

Mart. We know not where you left him all alive;

But, out alas! here have we found him dead.

Tam. Where is my lord, the king?

Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief.

Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?

Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:

Poor Bassianus here lies murthered.

Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ,

The complot of this timeless tragedy;

And wonder greatly that man's face can fold

 243 loose: loose my hold

255 chase: hunting-ground

262 search: probe

265 complot: plot

timeless: untimely

