Page 1300 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

EMILIA

Pray you say nothing, pray you;
Who cannot feel nor see the rain, being in’t, [120]
Knows neither wet nor dry. If that you were

The ground-piece of some painter, I would by you
T’instruct me ’gainst a capital grief, indeed
Such heart-pierced demonstration; but alas,
Being a natural sister of our sex, [125]
Your sorrow beats so ardently upon me

That it shall make a counter-reflect ’gainst
My brother’s heart, and warm it to some pity
Though it were made of stone. Pray have good comfort.

THESEUS
Forward to th’temple! Leave not out a jot [130]

O’th’sacred ceremony.

FIRST QUEEN
O, this celebration
Will longer last and be more costly than
Your suppliants’ war. Remember that your fame
Knolls in the ear o’th’world; what you do quickly

Is not done rashly; your first thought is more [135]
Than others’ laboured meditance, your premeditating
More than their actions. But O Jove, your actions,

Soon as they move, as ospreys do the fish,
Subdue before they touch. Think, dear Duke, think
What beds our slain kings have.

SECOND QUEEN
What griefs our beds, [140]
That our dear lords have none.

THIRD QUEEN
None fit for th’dead.

Those that with cords, knives, drams, precipitance,
Weary of this world’s light, have to themselves
Been death’s most horrid agents, human grace