Dem. Soft! who comes here?
Enter Nurse, with a blackamoor Child.
Nur. Good morrow, lords:[4518][4519]
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?[4519]
Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?
Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! 55
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!
Aar. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep![4520]
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms?
Nur. O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our empress' shame and stately Rome's disgrace! 60
She is deliver'd, lords, she is deliver'd.[4521]
Nur. I mean, she is brought a-bed.[4522]
Aar. Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her?[4522][4524]