Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nurse. The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale,
Nurse. And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Out you whore, is black so base a hue?
Aron. Sweet blowse, you are a beautious blossome sure.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Villaine what hast thou done?
Aron. That which thou canst not vndoe
Aron. Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother.
Deme. And therein hellish dog, thou hast vndone,
Deme. Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choyce,
Deme. Accur'st the off‑spring of so foule a fiend.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. It shall not liue.
Aron. It shall not die.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Aaron it must, the mother wils it so.