Fruit, tree

Titus Andronicus, [5.1.39-48]. Lucius. “O worthy Goth, this is the incarnate devil/ That robb’d Andronicus of his good hand!/ This is the pearl that pleas’d your Empress’ eye,/ And here’s the base fruit of her burning lust,/ Say, wall-ey’d slave, whither wouldst thou convey/ This growing image of thy fiend-like face?/ Why dost not speak? What, deaf? Not a word?/ A halter, soldiers! Hang him on this tree,/ And by his side his fruit of bastardy.”

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