Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chi. I loue Lauinia more then all the world.
Demet. Demet.
Demet. Youngling,
Demet. Learne thou to make some meaner choise,
Demet. Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome,
Aron. How furious and impatient they be,
Aron. And cannot brooke Competitors in loue?
Aron. I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths,
Aron. By this deuise.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose,
Chi. To atchieue her whom I do loue.
Aron. To atcheiue her, how?
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Why, mak'st thou it so strange?
Deme. Shee is a woman, therefore may be woo'd,
Deme. Shee is a woman, therfore may be wonne,