_2 Qu._ Honoured _Hippolita_ Most dreaded _Amazonian_, that hast slain The Sith-tusk'd-Bore; that with thy Arm as strong As it is white, was't near to make the male To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord Born to uphold Creation, in that honor First nature stil'd it in, shrunk thee into The bound thou wast o'er-flowing; at once subduing Thy force, and thy affection: Soldieress That equally canst poize sternness with pity, Whom now I know hast [much] more power on him Than ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength, And his Love too: who is a Servant for The Tenor of the Speech. Dear Glass of Ladies. Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scorch, Under the shadow of his Sword, may cool us: Require him he advance it o'er our heads; Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman As any of us three; weep e'r you fail; lend us a knee; But touch the ground for us no longer time Than a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off: Tell him if he i'th' blood-ciz'd field, lay swoln Shewing the Sun his Teeth, grinning at the Moon What you would do. _Hip._ Poor Lady say no more: I had as leif trace this good action with you As that whereto I'm going, and never yet Went I so willing, way. My Lord is taken Heart deep with your distress: Let him consider; I'll speak anon. _3 Qu._ Oh my petition was, [_Kneel to_ Emilia. Set down in Ice, which by hot grief uncandied Melts into drops, so sorrow wanting form Is prest with deeper matter. _Emil._ Pray stand up, Your grief is written in your cheek. _3 Qu._ Oh woe, You cannot read it there; there through my tears, Like wrinkl'd pebbles in a Glass stream You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alack) He that will all the treasure know o'th' earth Must know the Center 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. _Emil._ 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 T'instruct me 'gainst a capital grief indeed Such heart-pierc'd demonstration; but alas Being a natural Sister of our Sex Your sorrow beats so ardently upon me: That it shall make a counter-reflect 'gainst My Brothers heart, and warm it to some pity Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort: _Thes._ Forward to th' Temple, leave not out a jot O' th' sacred ceremony.