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Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
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Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
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Demetrius. Soft! who comes here?
Nurse. Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
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O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
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O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
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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!
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O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our empress' shame, and statel...
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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.
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Aaron. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine 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.
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A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue:
Here is the babe, as loathsom...
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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.
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Aaron. Why, then she is 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.
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The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
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The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
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Chiron. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.
Nurse. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
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Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
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Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
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Aaron. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
Here's a young lad framed of another leer:
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father,
As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.'
He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed
Of that self-blood that first gave life to you,
And from that womb where you imprison'd were
He is enfranchised and come to light:
Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
Although my seal be stamped in his face.
Nurse. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
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Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one else but the deliver'd empress.
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Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one else but the deliver'd empress.
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Aaron. Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,
I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
But say, again; how many saw the child?
Nurse. Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one else but the deliver'd empress.
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