Page 1401 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Nor takes none; he’s round-faced, and when he smiles [135]
He shows a lover, when he frowns, a soldier;
About his head he wears the winner’s oak,
And in it stuck the favour of his lady;

His age some six-and-thirty; in his hand
He bears a charging staff, embossed with silver. [140]

THESEUS
Are they all thus?

PIRITHOUS
They are all the sons of honour.

THESEUS
Now, as I have a soul, I long to see ’em!

Lady, you shall see men fight now.

HIPPOLYTA

I wish it;
But not the cause, my lord. They would show
Bravely about the titles of two kingdoms; [145]
’Tis pity love should be so tyrannous.

O my soft-hearted sister, what think you?
Weep not till they weep blood, wench; it must be.

THESEUS
You have steeled ’em with your beauty. − Honoured friend,
To you I give the field; pray order it [150]

Fitting the persons that must use it.

PIRITHOUS

Yes, sir.

THESEUS
Come, I’ll go visit ’em; I cannot stay −
Their fame has fired me so − till they appear.
Good friend, be royal.