Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 5
ACT . IV. S CEN. V.
To them Eudemus .
Pyl. Eudemus ! You are welcome; I forestall
Your business, you are come t' invite me to
Your Daughters Marriage.
Eud . Call it not her Marriage,
It is her Death, her Execution.
You'd make a fitter Queen by far than she.
Pyl . Nature, 'tis true, intended us for Queen;
And 'tis her wrong, not ours, that wee're neglected.
To them Eudemus .
Pyl. Eudemus ! You are welcome; I forestall
Your business, you are come t' invite me to
Your Daughters Marriage.
Eud . Call it not her Marriage,
It is her Death, her Execution.
You'd make a fitter Queen by far than she.
Pyl . Nature, 'tis true, intended us for Queen;
And 'tis her wrong, not ours, that wee're neglected.