_2 Queen._ Honoured Hippolita, ... ... dear _glass of la|dies_! Bid him, that we, whom flaming war hath scorch'd, Under the shadow of his sword may cool us. Require him, he advance it o'er our heads; Speak it in a woman's key[30:2], like such a wom|an As any of us three: weep ere you fail; Lend us a knee;-- But touch the ground for us no longer time _Than a dove's motion when the head's pluckt off_: Tell him, if he i' the blood-siz'd field lay swol|len, Shewing the sun his teeth, grinning at the moon, What you would do! . . . . . _Emilia._ Pray stand up; Your grief is written on your cheek. [Sidenote: Shakspere.] _3 Queen._ Oh, woe! You cannot read it there: there,[30:3] through my tears, Like wrinkled pebbles in a glassy stream, You may behold it. Lady, lady, alack! He that will all the treasure know o' the earth, Must know the centre too: he that will fish For my least minnow, let him lead his line To catch one at my heart. Oh, pardon me! Extremity, that sharpens sundry wits, Makes me a fool. _Emilia._ Pray you, say nothing; pray | you! Who cannot feel nor see the rain, being in't, Knows neither wet nor dry. If that you were The ground-piece of some painter, I would buy | you, To instruct me 'gainst a capital grief indeed; (Such heart-pierced demonstration;) but, alas! Being a natural sister of our sex, Your sorrow beats so ardently upon | me, That it shall make a counter-reflect against My brother's heart, and warm it to some pit|y, Though it were made of stone: Pray have good com|fort! [Sidenote: Shakspere simile,] . . . . . [31:1]_1 Queen._ (_To Theseus._) ... Remember that your fame Knolls in the ear o' the world: what you do quickl|y, Is not done rashly; your first thought, is more Than others' labour'd meditance; your premed|itating, More than their actions: but, (oh, Jove!) your ac|tions, Soon as they move, _as ospreys do the fish_, Subdue before they touch. Think, dear duke, think What beds our slain kings have! [Sidenote: metaphor.] _2 Queen._ What griefs, our beds, That our slain kings have none. Theseus is moved by their prayers, but, loth to leave the side of his newly wedded spouse, contents himself with directing his chief captain to lead the Athenian army against the tyrant. The queens redouble their entreaties for his personal aid. [Sidenote: Shakspere personification.] _2 Queen._ We come unseasonably; but when could Grief Cull out, as _unpang'd Judgment_ can, fitt'st time For best solicitation!