Speeches (Lines) for Nurse
in "Titus Andronicus"

Total: 10

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(stage directions). [Enter a Nurse, with a blackamoor Child in her arms]

Nurse. Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?



Aaron. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all,
Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now?

Nurse. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
Now help, or woe betide thee evermore!



Aaron. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep!
What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms?

Nurse. O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye,
Our empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace!
She is deliver'd, lords; she is deliver'd.



Aaron. To whom?

Nurse. I mean, she is 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 fairest breeders of our clime:
The empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal,
And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point.



Aaron. It shall not die.

Nurse. Aaron, it must; the mother wills it so.



Chiron. Rome will despise her for this foul escape.

Nurse. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her death.



Aaron. Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and counsels of the heart!
Here's a young lad framed of another leer:
Look, how the black slave smiles upon the father,
As who should say 'Old lad, I am thine own.'
He is your brother, lords, sensibly fed
Of that self-blood that first gave life to you,
And from that womb where you imprison'd were
He is enfranchised and come to light:
Nay, he is your brother by the surer side,
Although my seal be stamped in his face.

Nurse. Aaron, what shall I say unto the empress?



Aaron. Why, so, brave lords! when we join in league,
I am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor,
The chafed boar, the mountain lioness,
The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.
But say, again; how many saw the child?

Nurse. Cornelia the midwife and myself;
And no one else but the deliver'd empress.

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