Bel. O fye!
Lady Brute. I'm all Obedience.
First then, know all, before our Doom is fixt,
The Third Day is for us——
Bel. Nay, and the Sixth.
Lady Brute. We speak not from the Poet now, nor is it
His Cause—(I want a Rhyme)
Bel. That we sollicit.
Lady Brute. Then sure you cannot have the Hearts to be severe
And damn us——
Bel. Damn us! Let 'em if they dare.
Lady Brute. Why, if they should, what Punishment remains?
Bel. Eternal Exile from behind our Scenes.
Lady Brute. But if they're kind, that Sentence we'll recal.
We can be grateful——