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It did me good, before the palace gate,
Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Basely insinuate, and send us gifts.
Aaron. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius ? Did you not use his daughter very friendly?
Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
Chi. A charitable wish, and full of love!
Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the
gods For our beloved mother in her pains. Aaron. Pray to the devils : the gods have given us o'er.
[aside. Florish. Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets florish
thus ? Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Dem. Soft; who comes here?
Enter NURSE, with a blackamoor Child in her arms. Nurse.
lords. O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
Aaron. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Here Aaron is : and what with Aaron now?
Nurse. O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone. Now help, or woe betide thee evermore !
Aaron. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou
keep! What dost thou wrap and fumble in thy arms ? Nurse. O, that which I would hide from heaven's
eye, Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace: She is deliver’d, lords, she is deliver'd.
Aaron. To whom?
A devil. Aaron. Why, then she's the devil's dam; a
joyful issue. Nurse. A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful
issue. Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad Amongst the fairest breeders of our clime. The empress
sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. Aaron. Out, you whore! is black so base a
hue ? Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure.
Dem. Villain, what hast thou done?
Done! that which thou
Thou hast undone our mother, Aaron. Villain, I have done thy mother.
Dem. And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone. Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend !
Chi. It shall not live.
It shall not die.
but I Do execution on my flesh and blood. Dem. I'll broach 1 the tadpole on my rapier's
point. Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon despatch it. Aaron. Sooner this sword shall plough thy boweis
(takes the Child from the Nurse, and draws. Stay, murderous villains ! will