Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. Complots of Mischiefe, Treason, Villanies
Aron. Ruthfull to heare, yet pittiously preform'd,
Aron. And this shall all be buried by my death,
Aron. Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Tell on thy minde,
Luci. I say thy Childe shall liue.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Sweare that he shall, and then I will begin.
Luci. Who should I sweare by,
Luci. Thou beleeuest no God,
Luci. That graunted, how can'st thou beleeue an oath?
Aron. What if I do not, as indeed I do not,
Aron. Yet for I know thou art Religious,
Aron. And hast a thing within thee, called Conscience,
Aron. With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies,
Aron. Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue:
Aron. Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I know