What makes this strange Irresolution in me?
—Sure ’tis the force of sacred Amity,
Which but too strictly was observ’d by me.
—My Prince, and Friend, my Wife, and Sister too;
Shall not those last, the powerful first out-do?
My Honour, and my Love, are there ingag’d,
And here, by ties of Duty, I’m oblig’d:
I satisfy but these, if he must bleed;
But ruin the whole Dukedom in the Deed,
The hopeful Heir of all their noble Spoils,