Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Emilia, Perithous: and some Attendants, T. Tuck: Curtis.
Emil. I'll no step further.
Per. Will you loose this sight?
Emil. I had rather see a Wren hawk at a Fly
Than this decision; ev'ry blow that falls
Threats a brave life, each stroke laments
The place wheron it falls, and sounds more like
A Bell, than Blade, I will stay here,
It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd,
With what shall happen, 'gainst the which there is
No deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eye
With dread sights, it may shun.
Per. Sir, my good Lord
Your Sister will no further.
Thes. Oh she must.
She shall see deeds of Honor in their kind,
Which sometime shew well pencill'd. Nature now
Shall make, and act the Story, the belief
Both seal'd with eye, and ear; you must be present,
You are the victors meed, the price, and garland
To crown the Questions Title.
Emil. Pardon me,
If I were there, I'd wink.
Thes. You must be there;
This trial is as 'twere i' th' night, and you
The only Star to shine.
Emil. I am extinct,
There is but envy in that light, which shows
The one the other: darkness which ever was
The [dam] of horror; who does stand accurst
Of many mortal Millions, may even now
By casting her black mantle over both
That neither could find other, get her self
Some part of a good name, and many a murther
Set off whereto she's guilty.
Hip. You must go.