Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Chiron we hunt not we, with Horse nor Hound
Deme. But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground.
Deme. Exeunt.
Deme. [Act 2, Scene 3]
Deme. Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. He that had wit, would thinke that I had none,
Aron. To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree,
Aron. And neuer after to inherit it.
Aron. Let him that thinks of me so abiectly,
Aron. Know that this Gold must coine a stratageme,
Aron. Which cunningly effected, will beget
Aron. A very excellent peece of villany:
Aron. And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest,
Aron. That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest.
Aron. Enter Tamora to the Moore.
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. My louely Aaron,