Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,
Aron. And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne.
Aron. Then Aaron arme thy hart, and fit thy thoughts,
Aron. To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris,
Aron. And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Aron. Hast prisoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,
Aron. And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes,
Aron. Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus.
Aron. Away with slauish weedes, and idle thoughts,
Aron. I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold,
Aron. To waite vpon this new made Empresse.
Aron. To waite said I? To wanton with this Queene,
Aron. This Goddesse, this Semerimis, this Queene,
Aron. This Syren, that will charme Romes Saturnine,
Aron. And see his shipwracke, and his Common weales.
Aron. Hollo, what storme is this?
Aron. Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge
Dem. And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd,