GENTLEMAN.
From the Noble Duke your Brother,
Madam, I bring you newes: The Knights are come.
EMILIA.
To end the quarrell?
GENTLEMAN.
Yes.
EMILIA.
Would I might end first:
What sinnes have I committed, chast Diana,
That my unspotted youth must now be soyld
With blood of Princes? and my Chastitie
Be made the Altar, where the lives of Lovers
(Two greater and two better never yet
Made mothers joy) must be the sacrifice
To my unhappy Beautie?
[Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Perithous and attendants.]
THESEUS.
Bring ’em in
Quickly, By any meanes; I long to see ’em.—
Your two contending Lovers are return’d,
And with them their faire Knights: Now, my faire Sister,
You must love one of them.
EMILIA.
I had rather both,
So neither for my sake should fall untimely.
[Enter Messenger. (Curtis.)]
THESEUS.
Who saw ’em?
PERITHOUS.
I, a while.