Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Saturninus reads the Letter.
Tam. And if we misse to meete him hansomely,
Tam. Sweet huntsman, Bassianus 'tis we meane,
Tam. Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him,
Tam. Thou know'st our meaning, looke for thy reward
Tam. Among the Nettles at the Elder tree:
Tam. Which ouer‑shades the mouth of that same pit:
Tam. Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss
Tam. Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends.
King. King.
King. Oh Tamora, was euer heard the like?
King. This is the pit, and this the Elder tree,
King. Looke sirs, if you can finde the huntsman out,
King. That should haue murthered Bassianus heere.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.
King. Two of thy whelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind
King. Haue heere bereft my brother of his life:
King. Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison,