Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Aron.
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,
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. I, and as good as Saturnius may.