CHIRON I care not, I, knew she and all the world:
I love Lavinia more than all the world.
DEMETRIUS Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
AARON Why, are ye mad? or know ye not, in Rome
How furious and impatient they be,
And cannot brook competitors in love?
I tell you, lords, you do but plot your deaths
By this device.
CHIRON Aaron, a thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
AARON To achieve her! how?
DEMETRIUS Why makest thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
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 [Aside] Ay, and as good as Saturninus may.
DEMETRIUS Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks and liberality?
What, hast not thou full often struck 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.
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