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Author: William Shakespeare
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Titus Andronicus (Quarto 1, 1594)


The most Lamentable Tragedie
Chiron. And that would she for twenty thousand more.
1725Deme. Come let vs goe and pray to all the Gods,
For our beloued mother in her paines.
Aron. Pray to the deuills, the Gods haue giuen vs ouer.
Trumpets sound.
Demet. VVhy do the Emperours trumpets flourish
1730Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne.
Demetrius. Soft who comes here.

Enter Nurse with a blackamoore childe.

Nurse. God morrow Lords, O tell me did you see Aron
1735Aron. VVell, more or lesse, or nere a whit at all,
Here Aron is, and what with Aron now.
Nurse. Oh gentle Aron we are all vndone,
Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore.
Aron. VVhy what a catterwalling dost thou keepe,
1740what dost thou wrap and fumble in thy armes?
Nur. O that which I would hide from heauens eye,
Our Empresse shame and stately Romes disgrace,
Shee is deliuered Lords she is deliuered.
Aron. To whome.
1745Nur. I meane she is brought a bed.
Aron. VVell god giue her good rest, what hath he sent
Nurse. A diuell.
A. VVhy then she is the deuils Dam, a ioyfull issue,
1750N. A Ioyles, dismall, blacke, and sorrowfull issue,
Here is the babe as loathsome as a toade,
Amongst the fairefast breeders of our clime,
The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale,
And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point.
1755A. Zounds ye whore, is blacke so base a hue?
Sweete blowse you are a beautious blossome sure.
Deme. Villaine what hast thou done?
A. That which thou canst not vndoe.
Chiron. Thou hast vndone our mother.
Aron