Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luci. Euen by my God I sweare to toto thee I will.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. First know thou,
Aron. I begot him on the Empresse.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman!
Aron. Tut Lucius, this was but a deed of Charitie,
Aron. To that which thou shalt heare of me anon,
Aron. 'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus,
Aron. They cut thy Sisters tongue, and rauisht her,
Aron. And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou saw'st.
Lucius. Lucius.
Lucius. Oh detestable villaine!
Lucius. Call'st thou that Trimming?
Aron. Why she was washt, and cut, and trim'd,
Aron. And 'twas trim sport for them that had the doing of it.
Luci. Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe!