Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. Dem.
Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus?
Chi. Chi.
Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Soft, who comes heere?
Deme. Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Good morrow Lords:
Nur. O tell me, did you see Aaron the Moore?
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Well, more or lesse, or nere a whit at all,
Aron. Heere Aaron is, and what with Aaron now?
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Oh gentle Aaron, we are all vndone,
Nurse. Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore.
Aron. Why, what a catterwalling dost thou keepe?
Aron. What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes?