HYL. How can I do it, when my mother’s death
And thy sad state sprang solely from this girl?
Who, not possessed with furies, could choose this?
Far better, father, for me too to die,
Than to live still with my worst enemy.
HER. This youth withdraws his reverence in my death.
But, if thou yield’st not to thy father’s best,
The curse from Heaven shall dog thy footsteps still.
HYL. Ah! thou wilt tell me that thy pain is come.
HER. Yea, for thou wak’st the torment that had slept.
HYL. Ay me! how cross and doubtful is my way!
HER. Because you will reject your father’s word.
HYL. Must I be taught impiety from thee?
HER. It is not impious to content my heart.
HYL. Then you require this with an absolute will?
HER. And bid Heaven witness to my strong command.