He knows himself my bed he hath defil’d; And at that time he got his wife with child: Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; So there’s my riddle, One that’s dead is quick. All’s Well, Act V., Sc. III.
She is gone; she is two month on her way. * * She’s quick; the child brags in her belly already. Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act V., Sc. II.
A mistake of ten weeks is truly a bad one; quickening generally being experienced four and a half months after impregnation.
I am with child, * * * * Murder not, then, the fruit within my womb. Henry VI., Act V., Sc. IV.
She died, but not alone; she held within A second principle of life, which might Have dawn’d a fair and sinless child of sin: But closed its little being without light, And went down to the grave unborn, wherein Blossom and bough lie wither’d with one blight. Byron—Don Juan, Canto IV., Verse LXX.
This blue ey’d hag was hither brought with child. Tempest, Act I., Sc. II.
If myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks: He hath got his friend with child. Measure for Measure, Act I., Sc. IV.
I shall answer that * * * better than you can the getting up of the negro’s belly; the moor is with child.
Merchant of Venice, Act III., Sc. V.
I would there were no age between ten, and three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting. * * *