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Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love. [80]

AARON

To achieve her how?

DEMET RIUS

Why mak’st thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor’s brother,
Better than he have worn Vulcan’s badge.

AARON

Ay, and as good as Saturninus may. [90]

DEMET RIUS

Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks, and liberality?
What, hast thou not full often stroke a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper’s nose?

AARON

Why then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.

CHIRON

Ay, so the tum were served.

DEMET RIUS

Aaron, thou hast hit it.

AARON

Would you had hit it too!
Then should not we be tired with this ado.
Why, hark ye, hark ye, and are you such fools