Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. In that it scornes to beare another hue:
Aron. For all the water in the Ocean,
Aron. Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white,
Aron. Although she laue them hourely in the flood:
Aron. Tell the Empresse from me, I am of age
Aron. To keepe mine owne, excuse it how she can.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus?
Aron. Aron.
Aron. My mistris is my mistris: this my selfe,
Aron. The vigour, and the picture of my youth:
Aron. This, before all the world do I preferre,
Aron. This mauger all the world will I keepe safe,
Aron. Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome.
Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death.