Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
King. Heere Tamora, though grieu'd with killing griefe.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus?
King. King.
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.
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