Nen. Gods take thee, lady!

[Exit.

Bond. Bring up the swords and poison.

Enter one with Swords and a great Cup of Poison.

2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune!

Bond. How, how, ye whore?

2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you.

Bond. Here, wench.—
Behold us, Romans!

Suet. Mercy yet.

Bond. No talking!
Puff! there goes all your pity.—Come, short prayers,
And let’s dispatch the business! You begin;
Shrink not, I’ll see you do’t.

2 Daugh. Oh, gentle mother!
Oh, Romans! oh, my heart! I dare not.

Suet. Woman, woman,
Unnatural woman!

2 Daugh. Oh, persuade her, Romans!
Alas, I am young, and would live.—Noble mother,
Can ye kill that ye gave life? Are my years
Fit for destruction?

Suet. Yield, and be a queen still,
A mother, and a friend.

Bond. Ye talk!—Come, hold it,
And put it home.

I Daugh. Fy, sister, fy!
What would you live to be?

Bond. A whore still?

2 Daugh. Mercy!

Suet. Hear her, thou wretched woman!

2 Daugh. Mercy, mother!

[Kneels.

Oh, whither will you send me? I was once
Your darling, your delight.

Bond. Oh, gods! fear in my family?—Do it, and nobly.

2 Daugh. Oh, do not frown then.

I Daugh. Do it, worthy sister;
’Tis nothing; ’tis a pleasure: We’ll go with you.

2 Daugh. Oh, if I knew but whither!

I Daugh. To the blessed:
Where we shall meet our father—

Suet. Woman!