Bond. Here, wench:
Behold us, Romans.
Swet. Mercy yet.
Bond. No talking:
Puff, there goes all your pitty. Come, short prayers,
And let's dispach the business: you begin,
Shrink not; I'll see ye do't.
2. Dau. O gentle mother,
O Romans, O my heart; I dare not.
Swet. Woman, woman,
Unnatural woman.
2. Dau. O perswade her, Romans:
Alass, I am young, and would live. Noble mother,
Can ye kill that ye gave life? are my years
Fit for destruction?
Swet. Yield, and be a Queen still,
A mother and a friend.
Bond. Ye talk: come, hold it,
And put it home.
1. Dau. Fie, sister, fie,
What would you live to be?
Bond. A whore still.