Tell. Hit thee! Send
The arrow through thy brain; or, missing that,
Shoot out an eye; or, if thine eye escape,
Mangle the cheek I’ve seen thy mother’s lips
Cover with kisses. Hit thee—hit a hair
Of thee, and cleave thy mother’s heart.
Ges. Dost thou consent?
Tell. Give me my bow and quiver.
Ges. For what?
Tell. To shoot my boy!