Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Aron. Touch not the Boy, he is of Royall blood.
Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good.
Luci. First hang the Child that he may see it sprall,
Luci. A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall.
Aron. Get me a Ladder Lucius, saue the Childe,
Aron. And beare it from me to the Empresse: