Cornelia. Would death had steep'd his dart in Lerna's blood!
That I were drown'd in the Tartarian deeps!
I am an offering fit for Acheron.
A match more equal never could be made
Than I and Pompey in th' Elysian shade.
Cicero. "Death's always ready, and our time is known
To be at Heaven's dispose, and not our own."
Cornelia. Can we be over-hasty to good hap?
Cicero. What good expect we in a fiery gap?
Cornelia. To 'scape the fears that follow Fortune's glances.
Cicero. "A noble mind doth never fear mischances."
Cornelia. "A noble mind disdaineth servitude."
Cicero. Can bondage true nobility exclude?
Cornelia. How, if I do or suffer that I would not?
Cicero. "True noblesse never doth the thing it should not."