The most Lamentable Tragedie
17941657Or
some of you
shall
smoke for it in Rome.
17951658Demetrius. By this our mother is foreuer
shamde.
17961659Chiron. Rome will de
spi
se her for this foule e
scape.
17971660Nurse. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death.
17981661Chiron. I blu
sh to thinke vpon this ignomie.
17991662Aron. Why ther's the Priuiledge your beautie bears:
18001663Fie trecherous hue, that will betraie with blu
shing
18011664The clo
se ena
cts and coun
sels of thy hart:
18021665Her's a young Lad framde of another leere,
18031666Looke how the blacke
slaue
smiles vpon the father,
18041667As who
should
say, olde Lad I am thine owne.
18051668Hee is your brother Lords,
sen
siblie fed
18061669Of that
selfe bloud that
fir
st gaue life to you,
18071670And from your wombe where you impri
soned were,
18081671Hee is infraunchi
sed, and come to light:
18091672Nay hee is your brother by the
surer
side,
18101673Although my
seale be
stamped in his face.
18111674Nurse. Aron, what
shall I
say vnto the Empre
sse.
18121675Demetrius. Adui
se thee
Aron, what is to be done,
18131676And we will all
sub
scribe to thy adui
se:
18141677Saue thou the childe,
so wee may all be
safe.
18151678Aron. Then
sit we downe and let vs all con
sult,
18161679My
sonne and I will haue the winde of you:
18171680Keepe there, now talke at plea
sure of your
safetie.
18181681Demetrius. How many women
saw this childe of his?
18191682Aron. why
so braue Lords, when we ioine in league
18201683I am a Lambe, but if you braue the M
oore,
18211684The chafed Bore, the mountaine Lione
sse,
18221685The Ocean
swels not
so as Aron
stormes:
18231686But
saie againe, how manie
saw the childe.
18241687Nurse. Cornelia the Midwife, and my
selfe,
18251688And no one els but the deliuered Empre
sse.
18261689Aron. The Empre
sse, the Midwife, and your
selfe,
18271690Two may keepe coun
sell when the third's away:
18281691Goe to the Empre
sse, tell her this I
said.
He kils her. weeke,