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I know you will not lose her.
Arcite takes Emilia’s arm in his. Flourish.
Hippolyta,
I see one eye of yours conceives a tear,

The which it will deliver.

EMILIA
Is this winning?
O all you heavenly powers, where is your mercy?
But that your wills have said it must be so, [140]

And charge me live to comfort this unfriended,
This miserable prince, that cuts away
A life more worthy from him than all women,
I should, and would, die too.

HIPPOLYTA
Infinite pity

That four such eyes should be so fixed on one [145]
That two must needs be blind for’t.

THESEUS
So it is.
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Palamon and his knights pinioned, with Gaoler, executioner, and a
guard of soldiers.

PALAMON
There’s many a man alive that hath outlived

The love o’th’people; yea, i’th’selfsame state
Stands many a father with his child; some comfort
We have by so considering. We expire,
And not without men’s pity; to live still, [5]
Have their good wishes. We prevent

The loathsome misery of age, beguile