Page 2174 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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CHIRON
A charitable wish and full of love.
AARON
Here lacks but your mother for to say amen.
CHIRON
And that would she for twenty thousand more.
DEMET RIUS
Come, let us go, and pray to all the gods
For our belovèd mother in her pains.
AARON
Pray to the devils, the gods have given us over.
Trumpets sound.
DEMET RIUS
Why do the emperor’s trumpets flourish thus?
CHIRON
Belike for joy the emperor hath a son. [50]
DEMET RIUS
Soft, who comes here?
Enter Nurse with a blackamoor child.
NURSE
Good morrow, 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!
