Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Deme. Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd.
Deme. What man, more water glideth by the Mill
Deme. Then wots the Miller of, and easie it is
Deme. Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know:
Deme. Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother,
Deme. Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. I, and as good as Saturnius may.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it
Deme. With words, faire lookes, and liberality:
Deme. What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe,
Deme. And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose?
Aron. Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so
Aron. Would serue your turnes.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. I so the turne were serued.
Deme. Aaron thou hast hit it.