Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luci. Imperious and impatient of your wrongs,
Luci. And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe,
Luci. Let him make treble satisfaction.
Goth. Goth.
Goth. Braue slip, sprung from the Great Andronicus,
Goth. Whose name was once our terrour, now our comfort,
Goth. Whose high exploits, and honourable Deeds,
Goth. Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt:
Goth. Behold in vs, weele follow where thou lead'st,
Goth. Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day,
Goth. Led by their Maister to the flowred fields,
Goth. And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora:
Goth. And as he saith, so say we all with him.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. I humbly thanke him, and I thanke you all.
Luci. But who comes heere, led by a lusty Goth?
Luci. Enter a Goth leading of Aaron with his child
Luci. in his armes.
Goth. Renowned Lucius, from our troups I straid,