Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Quintus. My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.
Marti. Marti.
Marti. To proue thou hast a true diuining heart,
Marti. Aaron and thou looke downe into this den,
Marti. And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.
Quintus. Quintus.
Quintus. Aaron is gone,
Quintus. And my compassionate heart
Quintus. Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
Quintus. The thing where at it trembles by surmise:
Quintus. Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now
Quintus. Was I a child to feare I know not what.
Marti. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere,
Marti. All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe,
Marti. In this detested, darke, blood‑drinking pit.
Quin. Quin.
Quin. If it be darke, how doost thou know 'tis he?
Mart. Mart.
Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare