Jul. Without doubt Lady.
Cla. And without such it is impossible
We could have been.
Hip. A sin against nature to deny it.
Cla. Nor can you or I have any hope to be a Mother,
Without the help of Men.
Cro. Impossible.
Cla. Which of you then most barbarous, that knew
You from a man had Being, and owe to it
The name of parent, durst presume to kill
The likeness of that thing by which you are?
Whose Arrowes made these wounds? speak, or by Dian
Without distinction I'll let fly at ye all.
Jul. Not mine.
Hip. Nor mine.
Cro. 'Tis strange to see her mov'd thus.
Restrain your fury Madam; had we kill'd him,
We had but perform'd your Mothers command.
Cla. But if she command unjust and cruel things,
We are not to obey it.