Per. To crown all this; By your most noble soul
Which cannot want due mercie, I beg first.
Hip. Next hear my prayers.
Emil. Last let me intreat Sir.
Per. For mercy.
Hip. Mercy.
Emil. Mercy on these Princes.
Thes. Ye make my faith reel: Say I felt
Compassion to'em both, how would you place it?
Emil. Upon their lives: But with their banishments.
Thes. You are a right woman, Sister; You have pitty,
But want the understanding where to use it.
If you desire their lives, invent a way
Safer than banishment: Can these two live
And have the agony of love about 'em,
And not kill one another? Every day
They'ld fight about you; Hourly bring your honor
In publique question with their Swords; Be wise then
And here forget 'em; It concerns your credit,
And my [oth] equally: I have said they die,
Better they fall byth' Law, than one another.
Bow not my honor.
Emil. O my noble Brother,
That [oth] was rashly made, and in yor anger,
Your reason will not hold it, if such vows
Stand for express will, all the world must perish.
Beside, I have another oath, gainst yours
Of more authority, I'm sure more love,
Not made in passion neither, but good heed.