_Emil._ In my face dear Sister I find no anger to'em; Nor no ruin, The misadventure of their own eyes kill'em; Yet that I will be woman, and have pitty, My knees shall grow to'th' ground but I'll get mercie. Help me dear Sister, in a deed so virtuous, The powers of all women will be with us, Most royall Brother. _Hippol._ Sir by our tye of Marriage. _Emil._ By your own spotless honor. _Hip._ By that faith, That fair hand, and that honest heart you gave me. _Emil._ By that you would have pitty in another, By your own virtues infinite. _Hip._ By valor, By all the chast nights I have ever pleas'd you. _Thes._ These are strange Conjurings. _Per._ Nay then I'll in too: By all our friendship Sir, by all our dangers, By all you love most, wars; And this sweet Lady. _Emil._ By that you would have trembled to deny A blushing Maid. _Hip._ By your own eyes: By strength In which you swore I went beyond all women, Almost all men, and yet I yielded _Theseus_. _Per._ To crown all this; By your most noble soul Which cannot want due mercie, I beg first. _Hip._ Next hear my prayers. _Emil._ Last let me intreat Sir. _Per._ For mercy. _Hip._ Mercy. _Emil._ Mercy on these Princes. _Thes._ Ye make my faith reel: Say I felt Compassion to'em both, how would you place it? _Emil._ Upon their lives: But with their banishments. _Thes._ You are a right woman, Sister; You have pitty, But want the understanding where to use it. If you desire their lives, invent a way Safer than banishment: Can these two live And have the agony of love about 'em, And not kill one another? Every day They'ld fight about you; Hourly bring your honor In publique question with their Swords; Be wise then And here forget 'em; It concerns your credit, And my [oth] equally: I have said they die, Better they fall byth' Law, than one another. Bow not my honor. _Emil._ O my noble Brother, That [oth] was rashly made, and in yo[u]r anger, Your reason will not hold it, if such vows Stand for express will, all the world must perish. Beside, I have another oath, gainst yours Of more authority, I'm sure more love, Not made in passion neither, but good heed. _Thes._ What is it Sister? _Per._ Urge it home brave Lady.