470That have sod their Infants in (and after eate them)

471The brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if

472You stay to see of us such Spincsters, we

473Should hold you here for ever.

474Pir. Peace be to you

475As I pursue this war, which shall be then

476Beyond further requiring. Exit Pir.

477Emil. How his longing

478Followes his Friend; since his depart, his sportes

479Though craving seriousnes, and skill, past slightly

480His careles execution, where nor gaine

481Made him regard, or losse consider, but

482Playing ore busines in his hand, another

483Directing in his head, his minde, nurse equall

484To these so diffring Twyns; have you observ'd him,

485Since our great Lord departed?

486Hip. With much labour:

487And I did love him fort, they two have Cabind

488In many as dangerous, as poore a Corner,

489Perill and want contending, they have skift

490Torrents whose roring tyranny and power

491I'th least of these was dreadfull, and they have

492Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodgd,

493Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love

494Tide, weau'd, intangled, with so true, so long,

495And with a finger of so deepe a cunning

496May be out worne, never undone. I thinke

497Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe

498Cleaving his conscience into twaine, and doing

499Each side like Iustice, which he loves best.

500Emil. Doubtlesse

501There is a best, and reason has no manners

502To say it is not you: I was acquainted

503Once with a time, when I enjoyd a Play-fellow;

504You were at wars, when she the grave enrichd,

505Who made too proud the Bed, tooke leave o'th Moone

506(which then lookt pale at parting) when our count

507Was each a eleven.

C3 Hip.