[He wakes, rises, and looks amazedly to see the Dagger in her Hand.
Ant. Vile Woman, why that Dagger in that Hand?
Hip. To’ve kill’d thee with,
But that my Love o’ercame my juster Passion,
And put it in thy Power to save thy self;
Thank that, and not my Reason for thy Life.
Ant. She’s doubly arm’d, with that and Injury,
And I am wounded and defenceless. [Aside.
Hippolyta, why all this Rage to me? [Kindly smiles.
Hip. Antonio, thou art perjur’d, false and base. [In great Rage.