THESEUS.
You have steeled ’em with your beauty.
Honoured friend,
To you I give the field; pray order it
Fitting the persons that must use it.
PIRITHOUS.
Yes, sir.
THESEUS.
Come, I’ll go visit ’em. I cannot stay,
Their fame has fired me so; till they appear.
Good friend, be royal.
PIRITHOUS.
There shall want no bravery.
[Exeunt all but Emilia.]
EMILIA.
Poor wench, go weep, for whosoever wins,
Loses a noble cousin for thy sins.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. A room in the prison
Enter Jailer, Wooer and Doctor.
DOCTOR.
Her distraction is more at some time of the moon, than at other some, is it not?