Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. I some mad message from his mad Grandfather.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. My Lords, with all the humblenesse I may,
Boy. I greete your honours from Andronicus,
Boy. And pray the Romane Gods confound you both.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius, what's the newes?
Deme. For villanie's markt with rape. May it please you,
Deme. My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me,
Deme. The goodliest weapons of his Armorie,
Deme. To gratifie your honourable youth,
Deme. The hope of Rome, for so he bad me say:
Deme. And so I do and with his gifts present
Deme. Your Lordships, when euer you haue need,
Deme. You may be armed and appointed well,
Deme. And so I leaue you both: like bloody villaines.
Deme. Exit
Deme. What's heere? a scrole, & written round about?
Deme. Let's see.