What had we been, old in the court of Creon,
Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance
The virtues of the great ones? Cousin Arcite,
Had not the loving Gods found this place for us,
We had died as they do, ill old men unwept,
And had their epitaphs, the people’s curses!
Shall I say more?
Arc. I would hear you still.
Pal. You shall.
Is there record of any two that lov’d