Aron. Why then she is the Deuils Dam: a ioyfull issue
Nurse. A ioylesse, dismall, blacke &, sorrowfull issue,
Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad,
Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime,
The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale,
And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point
Aron. Out you whore, is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beautious blossome sure
Deme. Villaine what hast thou done?
Aron. That which thou canst not vndoe
Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother
Deme. And therein hellish dog, thou hast vndone,
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choyce,
Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend
Chi. It shall not liue
Aron. It shall not die
Nurse. Aaron it must, the mother wils it so
Aron. What, must it Nurse? Then let no man but I
Doe execution on my flesh and blood