Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, 37° Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall? That he thereby may have a likely guess, How these were they, that made away his brother. [Exit AARON. Mar. Why dost not comfort me and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? 380 Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear : A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints; Mine heart suspects more than mine eye can see. Mar. 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. Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart Will not permit my eyes once to behold The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise: Was I a child, to fear I know not what. Mar. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, €90 All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, A precious ring, that lightens all the hole, |