By all our friendship, sir, by all our dangers,
By all you love most: wars and this sweet lady—
EMILIA.
By that you would have trembled to deny
A blushing maid—
HIPPOLYTA.
By your own eyes, by strength,
In which you swore I went beyond all women,
Almost all men, and yet I yielded, Theseus—
PIRITHOUS.
To crown all this, by your most noble soul,
Which cannot want due mercy, I beg first.
HIPPOLYTA.
Next, hear my prayers.
EMILIA.
Last, let me entreat, sir.
PIRITHOUS.
For mercy.
HIPPOLYTA.
Mercy.
EMILIA.
Mercy on these princes.
THESEUS.
Ye make my faith reel. Say I felt
Compassion to’em both, how would you place it?