grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature! The blot and enemy to our general name! Confusion fall-- Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband: This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him. Farewell, my sons: see that you make her sure. Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed, Till all the Andronici be made away. Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor, And let my spleenful sons this trull deflow'r. Come on, my lords, the better foot before: Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit Where I espied the panther fast asleep. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame, Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile. 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? O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt That ever eye with sight made heart lament! Now will I fetch the king to find them here, That he thereby may give a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole? 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. 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. 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. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here, All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb, In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he? 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