627608Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know,

628609This discords ground, the musicke would not please.

629610Chiron. I care not I, knew shee and all the world,

630611I loue Lauinia more than all the world.

631612Demetrius. Yongling learne thou to make some meaner(choise,

633613Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.

634614Moore. Why are ye mad? or know yee not in Rome,

635615How furious and impatient they bee,

636616And cannot brooke competitors in loue?

637617I tell you Lords, you doo but plot your deaths,

638618By this deuise.

639619Chiron. Aron, A thousand deaths would I propose,

640620To atchiue her whom I loue.

641621Aron. To atchiue her how?

642622Demetrius. Why makes thou it so strange?

643623Shee is a woman, therefore may be woode,

644624Shee is a woman, therefore may be woonne,

645625Shee is Lauinia, therefore must be loude.

646626What man, more water glideth by the mill

647627Than wots the Miller of, and easie it is,

648628Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know:

649629Though Bascianus be the Emperours brother,

650630Better than he haue worne Vulcaens badge.

651631Moore. I and as good as S aturninus may.

652632Demetrius. Then why should he dispaire that knows to(court it,

653633With words, faire looks, and liberalitie.

654634What hast not thou full often stroke a Doe,

655635And borne her cleanlie by the Keepers nose?

656636Moore. Why then it seemes some certaine snatch, or so

657637Would serue your turnes.

658638Chiron. I so the turne were serued.

659639Demetrius. Aron thou hast hit it.

660640Moore. Would you had hit it too,

661641Then should not we be tirde with this adoo.

662642Why harke ye, harke ye, and are you such fooles