NURSE.
I mean, she’s brought a-bed.
AARON.
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her?
NURSE.
A devil.
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 fair-faced breeders of our clime.
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger’s point.
AARON.
Zounds, ye whore, is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom sure.
DEMETRIUS.
Villain, what hast thou done?
AARON.
That which thou canst not undo.
CHIRON.
Thou hast undone our mother.
AARON.
Villain, I have done thy mother.