GENTLEMAN.
Yes.
EMILIA.
Would I might end first!
What sins have I committed, chaste Diana,
That my unspotted youth must now be soiled
With blood of princes, and my chastity
Be made the altar where the lives of lovers—
Two greater and two better never yet
Made mothers joy—must be the sacrifice
To my unhappy beauty?
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Pirithous and Attendants.
THESEUS.
Bring ’em in
Quickly, by any means; I long to see ’em.
Your two contending lovers are returned,
And with them their fair knights. Now, my fair sister,
You must love one of them.
EMILIA.
I had rather both,
So neither for my sake should fall untimely.
THESEUS.
Who saw ’em?
PIRITHOUS.
I a while.
GENTLEMAN.
And I.
Enter Messenger.
THESEUS.
From whence come you, sir?