Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, 37°
As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me :-

Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
Mar. O brother, with the dismallest object
That ever eye, with sight, made heart lament.
Aar. [Aside.] Now will I fetch the king to find
them here;

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:
O, tell me how it is; for ne'er 'till now

Was I a child, to fear I know not what.

Mar. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,

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All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear

A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,