Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. Aron.
Aron. Now to the Gothes, as swift as Swallow flies,
Aron. There to dispose this treasure in mine armes,
Aron. And secretly to greete the Empresse friends:
Aron. Come on you thick‑lipt‑slaue, Ile beare you hence,
Aron. For it is you that puts vs to our shifts:
Aron. Ile make you feed on berries, and on rootes,
Aron. And feed on curds and whay, and sucke the Goate,
Aron. And cabbin in a Caue, and bring you vp
Aron. To be a warriour, and command a Campe.
Aron. Exit
Aron. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Aron. Enter Titus, old Marcus, young Lucius, and other gentlemen
Aron. with bowes, and Titus beares the arrowes with
Aron. Letters on the end of them.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Come Marcus, come, kinsmen this is the way.
Tit. Sir Boy let me see your Archerie,
Tit. Looke yee draw home enough, and 'tis there straight:
Tit. Terras Astrea reliquit, be you remembred Marcus.