1:00:03
Now will I hence
to seek my lovely Moor
1:00:07
and let my spleenful sons
this trull deflower.
1:00:33
Come on, my lords,
the better foot before.
1:00:35
Straight will I bring you
to the loathsome pit
1:00:37
where I espied
the tiger fast asleep.
1:00:39
My sight is very dull,
whate'er it bodes.
1:00:42
And mine, I promise you.
1:00:44
Were it not for shame,
1:00:45
well could I leave
our sport to sleep awhile.
1:01:08
Aaah!
1:01:12
What, art thou fallen?
1:01:16
What subtle hole is this...
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whose mouth is covered
with rude-growing briers,
1:01:25
upon whose leaves are drops
of new-shed blood?
1:01:29
Speak, Brother.
Hast thou hurt thee with the fall?
1:01:32
O Brother, with the
dismall'st object hurt
1:01:34
that ever eye with sight
made heart lament.
1:01:37
Why dost not comfort me
1:01:39
and help me out of
this unhallowed
1:01:40
and bloodstained hole?
1:01:41
My heart suspects more
than mine eye can see.
1:01:44
To prove thou hast
a true-divining heart,
1:01:47
Aaron and thou look down into this den
1:01:49
and see a fearful sight
of blood and death.
1:01:52
Aaron is gone!
1:01:53
Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here,
1:01:55
all on a heap...
1:01:56
like to a slaughtered lamb.
1:01:58
O Brother, help me!