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And mine, I promise you. Were it not for shame, Exit
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
QUINT US
What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers,
Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood [200]
As fresh as morning dew distilled on flowers?
A very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
MART IUS
O, brother, with the dismall’st object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament.
AARON
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.
MART IUS
Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallowed and blood-stainèd hole? [210]
QUINT US
I am surprisèd with an uncouth fear,
A chilling sweat o’er-runs my trembling joints,
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
MART IUS
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.
QUINT US
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 who it is, for ne’er till now [220]
