EMILIA. I had rather see a wren hawke at a fly Then this decision; ev’ry blow that falls Threats a brave life, each stroake laments The place whereon it fals, and sounds more like A Bell then blade: I will stay here; It is enough my hearing shall be punishd With what shall happen—gainst the which there is No deaffing, but to heare—not taint mine eye With dread sights, it may shun. PERITHOUS. Sir, my good Lord, Your Sister will no further. THESEUS. Oh, she must. She shall see deeds of honour in their kinde, Which sometime show well, pencild. Nature now Shall make and act the Story, the beleife Both seald with eye and eare; you must be present, You are the victours meede, the price, and garlond To crowne the Questions title. EMILIA. Pardon me; If I were there, I’ld winke. THESEUS. You must be there; This Tryall is as t’wer i’th night, and you The onely star to shine. EMILIA. I am extinct; There is but envy in that light, which showes The one the other: darkenes, which ever was The dam of horrour, who do’s stand accurst Of many mortall Millions, may even now, By casting her blacke mantle over both, That neither coulde finde other, get her selfe Some part of a good name, and many a murther Set off wherto she’s guilty. HIPPOLITA. You must goe. EMILIA. In faith, I will not. THESEUS. Why, the knights must kindle Their valour at your eye: know, of this war You are the Treasure, and must needes be by To give the Service pay. EMILIA. Sir, pardon me; The tytle of a kingdome may be tride Out of it selfe. THESEUS. Well, well, then, at your pleasure; Those that remaine with you could wish their office To any of their Enemies. HIPPOLITA. Farewell, Sister; I am like to know your husband fore your selfe By some small start of time: he whom the gods Doe of the two know best, I pray them he Be made your Lot. [Exeunt Theseus, Hipolita, Perithous, &c.]