ALL QUEENS.
[To Emilia.] O, help now!
Our cause cries for your knee.
EMILIA.
[To Theseus, kneeling.] If you grant not
My sister her petition in that force,
With that celerity and nature, which
She makes it in, from henceforth I’ll not dare
To ask you anything, nor be so hardy
Ever to take a husband.
THESEUS.
Pray stand up.
I am entreating of myself to do
[They rise.]
That which you kneel to have me.—Pirithous,
Lead on the bride; get you and pray the gods
For success and return; omit not anything
In the pretended celebration.—Queens,
Follow your soldier. [To Artesius.] As before, hence you,
And at the banks of Aulis meet us with
The forces you can raise, where we shall find
The moiety of a number for a business
More bigger looked.
[Exit Artesius.]
[To Hippolyta.] Since that our theme is haste,
I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip;
Sweet, keep it as my token. Set you forward,
For I will see you gone.
[The wedding procession moves towards the temple.]
Farewell, my beauteous sister.—Pirithous,
Keep the feast full; bate not an hour on ’t.
PIRITHOUS.
Sir,
I’ll follow you at heels. The feast’s solemnity
Shall want till your return.