Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Satur. 'Tis not an houre since I left him there.
Marti. Marti.
Marti. We know not where you left him all aliue,
Marti. But out alas, heere haue we found him dead.
Marti. Enter Tamora, Andronicus, and Lucius.
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. Where is my Lord the King?
King. King.
King. Heere Tamora, though grieu'd with killing griefe.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?
King. Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound,
King. Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered.
Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ,
Tam. The complot of this timelesse Tragedie,
Tam. And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,
Tam. In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie.
Tam. She giueth Saturnine a Letter.