Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Goth. But where the Bull and Cow are both milk‑white,
Goth. They neuer do beget a cole‑blacke‑Calfe:
Goth. Peace, villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe,
Goth. For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth,
Goth. Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe,
Goth. Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake.
Goth. With this, my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him,
Goth. Surpriz'd him suddainely, and brought him hither
Goth. To vse, as you thinke needefull of the man.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill,
Luci. That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand:
Luci. This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye,
Luci. And heere's the Base Fruit of his burning lust.
Luci. Say wall‑ey'd slaue, whether would'st thou conuay
Luci. This growing Image of thy fiend‑like face?
Luci. Why dost not speake? what deafe? Not a word?
Luci. A halter Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
Luci. And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie.
Aron. Aron.