Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Satur.
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,
Satur. 'Tis not an houre since I left him there.
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.