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Cornelia the midwife and myself; And no one else but the deliver'd empress.
Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?
The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.
Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.
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.
A devil.
I mean, she is brought a-bed.
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.
O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
Good morrow, lords: O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?