Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. This mauger all the world will I keepe safe,
Aron. Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death.
Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Why ther's the priuiledge your beauty beares:
Aron. Fie trecherous hue, that will betray with blushing
Aron. The close enacts and counsels of the hart:
Aron. Heer's a young Lad fram'd of another leere,
Aron. Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father;
Aron. As who should say, old Lad I am thine owne.
Aron. He is your brother Lords, sensibly fed
Aron. Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you,
Aron. And from that wombe where you imprisoned were