Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chi. And that my sword vpon thee shall approue,
Chi. And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Clubs, clubs, these louers will not keep the peace.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduised)
Dem. Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side,
Dem. Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends?
Dem. Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your sheath,
Dem. Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Meane while sir, with the little skill I haue,
Chi. Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. I Boy, grow ye so braue?
Deme. They drawe.
Aron. Why how now Lords?
Aron. So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw,
Aron. And