Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chi. Chi.
Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Why ther's the priuiledge your beauty beares:
Aron. Fie trecherous hue, that will betray with blushing
Aron. The close enacts and counsels of the hart:
Aron. Heer's a young Lad fram'd of another leere,
Aron. Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father;
Aron. As who should say, old Lad I am thine owne.
Aron. He is your brother Lords, sensibly fed
Aron. Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you,
Aron. And from that wombe where you imprisoned were
Aron. He is infranchised and come to light:
Aron. Nay he is your brother by the surer side,
Aron. Although my seale be stamped in his face.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse?
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Aduise thee Aaron, what is to be done,
Dem. And we will all subscribe to thy aduise: