Mart. Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.
Quin. Thy hand once more; I will not loose again,
Till thou art here aloft, or I below. 244
Thou canst not come to me: I come to thee.
Enter the Emperor, [with] Aaron the Moor.
Sat. Along with me: I'll see what hole is here,
And what he is that now is leap'd into it.
Say, who art thou that lately didst descend 248
Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Mart. The unhappy son of old Andronicus;
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead. 252
Sat. My brother dead! I know thou dost but jests
He and his lady both are at the lodge,
Upon the north side of this pleasant chase;
'Tis not an hour since I left him there. 256
Mart. We know not where you left him all alive;
But, out alas! here have we found him dead.
Enter Tamora [with Attendants], [Titus] Andronicus, and Lucius.
Tam. Where is my lord, the king?
Sat. Here, Tamora; though griev'd with killing grief. 260
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?
Sat. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound:
Poor Bassianus here lies murthered.
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, 264
The complot of this timeless tragedy;
And wonder greatly that man's face can fold
243 loose: loose my hold
255 chase: hunting-ground
262 search: probe
265 complot: plot
timeless: untimely
