Mar.
Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?

Quin.
I am surprized with an uncouth fear;
A killing sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Mar.
To prove thou hast a true divining heart,
Aaron and thou, look down into the den,
And see a fearful sight of blood and death.

Quin.
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.

Mar.
Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
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?

&plquo;Mar.
&plquo;Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
&plquo;A precious ring, that lightens all the hole:
&plquo;Which like a taper in some monument,
&plquo;Doth shine upon the dead man's earthly cheeks,
&plquo;And shews the ragged intrails of this pit.
So pale did shine the moon on Pyramus,
When he by night lay bath'd 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.

Quin.
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.

Mar.
And I no strength to climb without thy help.

Quin.
Thy hand once more I will not lose again,
'Till thou art here aloft, or I below.
Thou canst not come to me, I come to thee. [Falls in.

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