Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore,
Aron. This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all:
Aron. Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous
Aron. It is to set vpon a Princes right?
Aron. What is Lauinia then become so loose,
Aron. Or Bassianus so degenerate,
Aron. That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht,
Aron. Without controulement, Iustice, or reuenge?
Aron. Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know,
Aron. This discord ground, the musicke would not please.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. I care not I, knew she and all the world,
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,