We know not where you left him all alive;
But, out, alas! here have we found him dead.

The unhappy son of old Andronicus:
Brought hither in a most unlucky hour,
To find thy brother Bassianus dead.

Nor I no strength to climb without thy help.

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 ...

Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
All on a heap, like to a slaughter'd lamb,
In this detested, dark, blood-drinking pit.

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.

Why dost not comfort me, and help me out
From this unhallowed and blood-stained hole?

O brother, with the dismall'st object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

And mine, I promise you; were't not for shame,
Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.

He is not with himself; let us withdraw.