Page 1378 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Speak not to be denied; that face of yours
Will bear the curses else of after ages
For these lost cousins.

EMILIA
In my face, dear sister,
I find no anger to ’em, nor no ruin;

The misadventure of their own eyes kill ’em. [190]
Yet that I will be woman and have pity,
My knees shall grow to th’ground but I’ll get mercy.

Help me, dear sister; in a deed so virtuous,
The powers of all women will be with us.
[The ladies kneel.]
Most royal brother −

HIPPOLYTA
Sir, by our tie of marriage − [195]

EMILIA
By your own spotless honour −

HIPPOLYTA
By that faith,
That fair hand, and that honest heart you gave me −

EMILIA
By that you would have pity in another,
By your own virtues infinite −

HIPPOLYTA
By valour,

By all the chaste nights I have ever pleased you − [200]

THESEUS
These are strange conjurings.

PIRITHOUS