EMILIA.
In my face, deare Sister,
I finde no anger to 'em, nor no ruyn;
The misadventure of their owne eyes kill 'em;
Yet that I will be woman, and have pitty,
My knees shall grow to'th ground but Ile get mercie.
Helpe me, deare Sister; in a deede so vertuous
The powers of all women will be with us.
Most royall Brother--
HIPPOLITA.
Sir, by our tye of Marriage--
EMILIA.
By your owne spotlesse honour--
HIPPOLITA.
By that faith,
That faire hand, and that honest heart you gave me.
EMILIA.
By that you would have pitty in another,
By your owne vertues infinite.
HIPPOLITA.
By valour,
By all the chaste nights I have ever pleasd you.
THESEUS.
These are strange Conjurings.
PERITHOUS.
Nay, then, Ile in too:
By all our friendship, Sir, by all our dangers,
By all you love most: warres and this sweet Lady.
EMILIA.
By that you would have trembled to deny,
A blushing Maide.
HIPPOLITA.
By your owne eyes: By strength,
In which you swore I went beyond all women,
Almost all men, and yet I yeelded, Theseus.
PERITHOUS.
To crowne all this: By your most noble soule,
Which cannot want due mercie, I beg first.
HIPPOLITA.
Next, heare my prayers.
EMILIA.
Last, let me intreate, Sir.
PERITHOUS.
For mercy.
HIPPOLITA.
Mercy.
EMILIA.
Mercy on these Princes.
THESEUS.
Ye make my faith reele: Say I felt
Compassion to'em both, how would you place it?
EMILIA.
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