Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. He is infranchised and come to light:
Aron. Nay he is your brother by the surer side,
Aron. Although my seale be stamped in his face.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse?
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Aduise thee Aaron, what is to be done,
Dem. And we will all subscribe to thy aduise:
Dem. Saue thou the child, so we may all be safe.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Then sit we downe and let vs all consult.
Aron. My sonne and I will haue the winde of you:
Aron. Keepe there, now talke at pleasure of your safety.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. How many women saw this childe of his?
Aron. Why so braue Lords, when we ioyne in league
Aron. I am a Lambe: but if you braue the Moore,
Aron. The chafed Bore, the mountaine Lyonesse,
Aron. The Ocean swells not so at Aaron stormes: