Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Martius. Nor I no strength to clime without thy help.
Quin. Quin.
Quin. Thy hand once more, I will not loose againe,
Quin. Till thou art heere aloft, or I below,
Quin. Thou can'st not come to me, I come to thee.
Quin. Both fall in.
Quin. Enter the Emperour, Aaron the Moore.
Satur. Satur.
Satur. Along with me, Ile see what hole is heere,
Satur. And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Satur. Say, who art thou that lately did'st descend,
Satur. Into this gaping hollow of the earth?
Marti. Marti.
Marti. The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus,
Marti. Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre,
Marti. To finde thy brother Bassianus dead.
Satur. My brother dead? I know thou dost but iest,
Satur. He and his Lady both are at the Lodge,
Satur. Vpon the North‑side of this pleasant Chase,