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Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood, 370
Mar. O brother, with the dismallest object
[Exit AARON. Mar. Why dost not comfort me and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole? 380 i
Quin. I am surprised with an uncouth fear :
Mar. To prove thou hast a true-divining heart,
Quin. Aaron is gone; and my compassionate heart
90 Was I a child, to fear I know not what.
Mar. Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
Quin. If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?
Mar. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring, that lightens all the hole,
. thy hand once more Youll with love apartine Vill man not have though nr. Where