Thes. What may be done? For now I feel compassion.
Per. Let it not fall again Sir.
Thes. Say Emilia
If one of them were dead, as one must, are you
Content to take th'other to your husband?
They cannot both enjoy you; They are Princes
As goodly as your own eyes, and as noble
As ever fame yet spoke of: Look upon'em,
And if you can love, end this difference,
I give consent, are you content too, Princes?
Both. With all our souls.
Thes. He that she refuses
Must dye then.
Both. Any death thou canst invent Duke.
Pal. If I fall from that mouth, I fall with favor.
And Lovers yet unborn shall bless my ashes.
Arc. If she refuse me, yet my grave will wed me,
And Soldiers sing my Epitaph.
Thes. Make choice then.
Emil. I cannot Sir, they are both too excellent
For me, a hayr shall never fall of these men.