| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Good morrow Lords: | Good morrow, lords. | Tit IV.ii.51.2 |
| O tell me, did you see Aaron the Moore? | O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? | Tit IV.ii.52 |
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| Oh gentle Aaron, we are all vndone, | O, gentle Aaron, we are all undone. | Tit IV.ii.55 |
| Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore. | Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! | Tit IV.ii.56 |
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| O that which I would hide from heauens eye, | O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye, | Tit IV.ii.59 |
| Our Empresse shame, and stately Romes disgrace, | Our Empress' shame, and stately Rome's disgrace: | Tit IV.ii.60 |
| She is deliuered Lords, she is deliuered. | She is delivered, lords, she is delivered. | Tit IV.ii.61 |
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| I meane she is brought abed? | I mean she is brought abed. | Tit IV.ii.62.2 |
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| A deuill. | A devil. | Tit IV.ii.64.1 |
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| A ioylesse, dismall, blacke &, sorrowfull issue, | A joyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue. | Tit IV.ii.66 |
| Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad, | Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad | Tit IV.ii.67 |
| Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime, | Amongst the fair-faced breeders of our clime. | Tit IV.ii.68 |
| The Empresse sends it thee, thy stampe, thy seale, | The Empress sends it thee, thy stamp, thy seal, | Tit IV.ii.69 |
| And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point. | And bids thee christen it with thy dagger's point. | Tit IV.ii.70 |
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| Aaron it must, the mother wils it so. | Aaron, it must, the mother wills it so. | Tit IV.ii.81 |
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| The Emperour in his rage will doome her death. | The Emperor in his rage will doom her death. | Tit IV.ii.113 |
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| Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse? | Aaron, what shall I say unto the Empress? | Tit IV.ii.127 |
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| Cornelia, the midwife, and myselfe, | Cornelia the midwife, and myself, | Tit IV.ii.140 |
| And none else but the deliuered Empresse. | And no one else but the delivered Empress. | Tit IV.ii.141 |