The most Lamentable Tragedie
17241588Chiron. And that would
she for twenty thou
sand more.
17251589Deme. Come let vs goe and pray to all the Gods,
17261590For our beloued mother in her paines.
17271591Aron. Pray to the deuills, the Gods haue giuen vs ouer.
17291593Demet. Why do the Emperours trumpets
flouri
sh(thus. 17301594Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a
sonne.
17321596Enter Nurse with a blackamoore childe.
17331597Nurse. God morrow Lords, O tell me did you
see
Aron(the Moore. 17351598Aron. Well, more or le
sse, or nere a whit at all,
17361599Here
Aron is, and what with
Aron now.
17371600Nurse. Oh gentle
Aron we are all vndone,
17381601Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore.
17391602Aron. Why what a catterwalling do
st thou keepe,
17401603what do
st thou wrap and fumble in thy armes?
17411604Nur. O that which I would hide from heauens eye,
17421605Our Empre
sse
shame and
stately Romes di
sgrace,
17431606Shee is deliuered Lords
she is deliuered.
17451608Nur. I meane
she is brought abed.
17461609Aron. Well god giue her good re
st, what hath he
sent
(her? 17491611A. Why then
she is the deuils Dam, a ioyfull i
ssue,
17501612N. A Ioyles, di
small, blacke, and
sorrowfull i
ssue,
17511613Here is the babe as loath
some as a toade,
17521614Among
st the fairefa
st breeders of our clime,
17531615The Empre
sse
sends it thee, thy
stampe, thy
seale,
17541616And bids thee chri
sten
it with thy daggers point.
17551617A. Zounds ye whore, is blacke
so ba
se a hue?
17561618Sweete blow
se you are a beautious blo
ssome
sure.
17571619Deme. Villaine what ha
st thou done?
17581620A. That which thou can
st not vndoe.
17591621Chiron. Thou ha
st vndone our mother.
Aron