Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Deme. Nor me, so I were one.
Aron. Aron.
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.
Aron. There will the louely Roman Ladies troope:
Aron. The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious,
Aron. And many vnfrequented plots there are,
Aron. Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie:
Aron. Single you thither then this dainty Doe,
Aron. And strike her home by force, if not by words:
Aron. This way or not at all, stand you in hope.
Aron. Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit