Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. Aron.
Aron. Would you had hit it too,
Aron. Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo:
Aron. Why harke yee, harke yee, and are you such fooles,
Aron. To square for this? Would it offend you then?
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Faith not me.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Nor me, so I were one.
Aron. For shame be friends, & ioyne for that you iar:
Aron. 'Tis pollicie, and stratageme must doe
Aron. That you affect, and so must you resolue,
Aron. That what you cannot as you would atcheiue,
Aron. You must perforce accomplish as you may:
Aron. Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chast
Aron. Then this Lauinia, Bassianus loue,
Aron. A speedier course this lingring languishment
Aron. Must we pursue, and I haue found the path:
Aron. My Lords, a solemne hunting is in hand.