Pop. She hinders not.
Oth.Oh, thou would’st never dare it,
Did’st thou not love him.
Pop.What should I not dare?
Oth. Hast thou considered well the ambiguous style
Thou goest to take, and yet determined?
Pop.Ay.
Oth. ’Tis death, ’tis death. I speak now but for thee:
Not for myself. The cup Octavia drinks
To quit thy place thou too wilt come to taste.