_Hip._ Though much unlike You should be so transported, as much sorry I should be such a Suitor; yet I think Did I not by th' abstaining of my joy Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit That craves a present med'cine, I should pluck All Ladies scandal on me. Therefore Sir As I shall here make trial of my Prayers, Either presuming them to have some force, Or sentencing for ay their vigor dumb, Prorogue this business, we are going about, and hang Your Shield afore your heart, about that neck Which is my Fee, and which I freely lend To do these poor Queens service. _All Queens._ Oh help now Our Cause cries for your knee. _Emil._ If you grant not My Sister her petition in that force, With that Celerity, and nature which She makes it in: from henceforth I'll not dare To ask you any thing, nor be so hardy Ever to take a Husband. _Thes._ Pray stand up. I am intreating of my self to do That which you kneel to have me; _Pyrithous_ Lead on the Bride; get you and pray the gods For success, and return; omit not any thing In the pretended Celebration; Queens Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you And at the banks of _Anly_ meet us with The forces you can raise, where we shall find The moiety of a number, for a business, More bigger look't; since that our Theme is haste I stamp this kiss uppon thy currant Lip, Sweet keep it as my token; set you forward For I will see you gone. [_Exeunt towards the Temple._ Farewel my beauteous Sister; _Pyrithous_ Keep the Feast full, bate not an hour on't. _Pyri._ Sir, I'll follow you at heels; The Feasts solemnity Shall want till your return. _Thes._ Cosin I charge you Budge not from _Athens_; we shall be returning E'r you can end this Feast; of which I pray you Make no abatement; once more farewel all. _1 Qu._ Thus dost thou still make good the tongue o'th' world. _[2] Qu._ And earnst a Deity equal with _Mars_. _3 Qu._ If not above him, for Thou being but mortal, makest affections bend To godlike honors; they themselves some say Groan under such a Mast'ry. _Thes._ As we are men Thus should we doe, being sensually subdu'd We loose our humane Title; good cheer Ladies. _Florish._ Now turn we towards our Comforts. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Palamon, _and_ Arcite.