1PROLOGVE. 2Florish. 3New Playes, and Maydenheads, are neare a kin, 4Much follow'd both, for both much mony g'yn, 5If they stand sound, and well: And a good Play 6(Whose modest Sceanes blush on his marriage day, 7And shake to loose his honour) is like hir 8That after holy Tye, and first nights stir 9Yet still is Modestie, and still retaines 10More of the maid to sight, than Husbands paines; 11We pray our Play may be so; For I am sure 12It has a noble Breeder, and a pure, 13A learned, and a Poet never went 14More famous yet twixt Po and silver Trent. 15Chaucer (of all admir'd) the Story gives, 16There constant to Eternity it lives; 17If we let fall the Noblenesse of this, 18And the first sound this child heare, be a hisse, 19How will it shake the bones of that good man, 20And make him cry from under ground, O fan 21 22 23 24For to say Truth, it were an endlesse thing, 25And too ambitious to aspire to him; 26Weake as we are, and almost breath lesse swim 27In this deepe water. Do but you hold out 28Your helping hands, and we shall take about, 29And something doe to save us: You shall heare 30Sceanes though below his Art, may yet appeare 31 32 33A little dull time from us, we perceave 34Our losses fall so thicke, we must needs leave. 35Florish.

+ Kinsmen.+ + ShaTNKQ1.111 36Actus Primus. 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 head (her Tresses likewise hanging.) After her Emilia holding 44 45The Song, Musicke. 46Roses their sharpe spines being gon, 47Not royall in their smels alone, 48But in their hew. 49Maiden Pinckes, of odour faint, 50Dazies smel- lesse, yet most quaint 51And sweet Time true. 52Prim- rose first borne, child of Ver, 53Merry Spring times Herbinger, 54With her bels dimme. 55Oxlips, in their Cradles growing, 56Mary- golds, on death beds blowing, 57Larkes- heeles trymme. 58All deere natures children: sweetely 59fore Bride and Bridegroomes feete Strew Flowers. 60Blessing their sence. 61Not an angle of the aire, 62Bird melodious, or bird faire, 63Is absent hence. 64The Crow, the slaundrous Cuckoe, nor 65The boding Raven, nor Chough hee 66Nor chattring Pie, 67May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing, 68Or with them any discord bring 69But from it fly. 70 Enter 3. Queenes in Blacke, with vailes staind, with imperiall 71 72 73 74 1. Qu. For pitties sake and true gentilities, 75Heare, and respect me. 76 2. Qu. For your Mothers sake, 77And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones, 78Heare and respect me. 79 80 81Of cleere virginity, be Advocate 82For us, and our distresses: This good deede 83Shall raze you out o'th Booke of Trespasses 84All you are set downe there. 85Theseus. Sad Lady rise. 86 Hypol. Stand up. 87Emil. No knees to me. 88What woman I may steed that is distrest, 89Does bind me to her. 90Thes. What's your request? Deliver you for all. 91 92 93The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Kights,

+ 94And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs, 95He will not suffer us to burne their bones, 96To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence 97Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye 98Of holy Phaebus, but infects the windes 99With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke, 100Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword 101That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones 102Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them; 103And of thy boundles goodnes take some note 104That for our crowned heades we have no roofe, 105Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares, 106And vault to every thing. 107Thes. Pray you kneele not, 108I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd 109 110 111As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for 'em. 112King Capaneus, was your Lord the day 113That he should marry you, at such a season, 114As now it is with me, I met your Groome, 115By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire; 116Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses, 117Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe 118Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you 119 120 121He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide 122And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time, 123Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure. 124 1. Qu. O I hope some God, 125Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood 126Whereto meel infuse powre, and presse you forth 127Our undertaker. 128Thes. O no knees, none Widdow, 129Vnto the Helmeted- Belona use them, 130And pray for me you Souldier. 131Troubled I am. turnes away.

+ 132 2. Qu. Honoured Hypolita 133Most dreaded Amazonian, that ha'st slaine 134The Sith- tuskd- Bore; that with thy Arme as strong 135As it is white, wast neere to make the male 136To thy sex captive; but that this thy Lord 137Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour 138First nature stilde it in, shrunke thee into 139The bownd thou wast ore- flowing; at once subduing 140Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse 141That equally canst poize sternenes with pitty, 142Whom now I know hast much more power on him 143Then ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength, 144And his, Love too: who is a Servant for 145The Tenour of the Speech. Deere Glasse of Ladies 146Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch, 147Vnder the shaddow of his Sword, may coole us: 148Require him he advance it ore our heades; 149Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman 150As any of us three; weepe ere you faile; lend us a knee; 151But touch the ground for us no longer time 152Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off: 153Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field, lay swolne 154Showing the Sun his Teeth; grinning at the Moone 155What you would doe. 156Hip. Poore Lady, say no more: 157I had as leife trace this good action with you 158As that whereto I am going, and never yet 159Went I so willing, way. My Lord is taken 160Hart deepe with your distresse: Let him consider: 161Ile speake anon. 162 3. Qu.> O my petition was kneele to Emilia. 163Set downe in yce, which by hot greefe uncandied 164Melts into drops, so sorrow wanting forme 165Is prest with deeper matter. 166Emilia. Pray stand up, 167Your greefe is written in your cheeke. 168 3. Qu. O woe, 169You cannot reade it there; there through my teares,

+ 170Like wrinckled peobles in a glasse streame 171You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alacke) 172He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth 173Must know the Center too; he that will fish 174For my least minnow, let him lead his line 175To catch one at my heart. O pardon me, 176Extremity that sharpens sundry wits 177Makes me a Foole. 178Emili. Pray you say nothing, pray you, 179Who cannot feele, nor see the raine being in't, 180Knowes neither wet, nor dry, if that you were 181The ground- peece of some Painter, I would buy you 182T' instruct me gainst a Capitall greefe indeed 183Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but alas 184Being a naturall Sister of our Sex 185Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me, 186That it shall make a counter reflect gainst 187My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty 188Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort. 189Thes. Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot 190O'th sacred Ceremony. 191 1. Qu. O This Celebration 192Will long last, and be more costly then, 193Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame 194Knowles in the eare, o'th world: what you doe quickly, 195Is not done rashly; your first thought is more. 196Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating 197More then their actions: But oh Iove, your actions 198Soone as they mooves as Asprayes doe the fish, 199Subdue before they touch, thinke, deere Duke thinke 200What beds our slaine Kings have. 201 2. Qu. What greifes our beds 202That our deere Lords have none. 203 3. Qu. None fit for'th dead: 204Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance, 205Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves 206Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace 207Affords them dust and shaddow. 208 1. Qu. But our Lords

+ 209Ly blistring fore the visitating Sunne, 210And were good Kings, when living. 211Thes: It is true, and I will give you comfort, 212To give your dead Lords graves: 213The which to doe, must make some worke with Creon; 214 1. Qu. And that worke presents it selfe to'th doing: 215Now twill take forme, the heates are gone to morrow. 216Then, booteles toyle must recompence it selfe, 217With it's owne sweat; Now he's secure, 218Not dreames, we stand before your puissance 219Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes 220To make petition cleere. 221 2. Qu. Now you may take him, 222Drunke with his victory. 223 3. Qu. And his Army full 224Of Bread, and sloth. 225Thes. Artesius that best knowest 226How to draw out fit to this enterprise, 227The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number 228To carry such a businesse, forth and levy 229Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we despatch 230This grand act of our life, this daring deede 231Of Fate in wedlocke. 232 1. Qu. Dowagers, take hands 233Let us be Widdowes to our woes, delay 234Commends us to a famishing hope. 235 All. Farewell. 236 237 238For best solicitation. 239Thes. Why good Ladies, 240This is a service, whereto I am going, 241Greater then any was; it more imports me 242Then all the actions that I have foregone, 243Or futurely can cope. 244 1. Qu. The more proclaiming 245Our suit shall be neglected, when her Armes 246Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall

+ 247By warranting Moone- light corslet thee, oh when 248Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall 249Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke 250Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care 251For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able 252To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couch 253But one night with her, every howre in't will 254Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and 255Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what 256That Banket bids thee too. 257Hip. Though much unlike 258You should be so transported, as much sorry 259I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke 260Did I not by th' abstayning of my joy 261Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit 262That craves a present medcine, I should plucke 263All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir 264As I shall here make tryall of my prayres, 265Either presuming them to have some force, 266Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe, 267Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang 268Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke 269Which is my Fee, and which I freely lend 270To doe these poore Queenes service. 271All Queens. Oh helpe now 272Our Cause cries for your knee. 273Emil. If you grant not 274My Sister her petition in that force, 275With that Celerity, and nature which 276Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile not dare 277To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy 278Ever to take a Husband. 279Thes. Pray stand up. 280I am entreating of my selfe to doe 281That which you kneele to have me; Pyrithous 282Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods 283For successe, and returne, omit not any thing 284In the pretended Celebration: Queenes

+ 285Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you 286And at the banckes of Anly meete us with 287The forces you can raise, where we shall finde 288The moytie of a number, for a busines, 289More bigger look't; since that our Theame is haste 290I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe, 291Sweete keepe it as my Token; Set you forward 292For I will see you gone. Exeunt towards the Temple. 293Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous 294Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't. 295Pirithous. Sir 296Ile follow you at heeles; The Feasts solempnity 297Shall want till your returne. 298 Thes. Cosen I charge you 299Boudge not from Athens; We shall be returning 300Ere you can end this Feast; of which I pray you 301Make no abatement; once more farewell all. 302 o'th (world. 303 304 3. Qu. If not above him, for 305Thou being but mortall makest affections bend 306To Godlike honours; they themselves some say 307Grone under such a Mastry. 308Thes. As we are men 309Thus should we doe, being sensually subdude 310We loose our humane tytle; good cheere Ladies. Florish. 311Now turne we towards your Comforts. Exeunt. + 312Scaena 2.> Enter Palamon, and Arcite. 313Arcite. Deere Palamon, deerer in love then Blood 314And our prime Cosen, yet unhardned in 315The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the Citty 316Thebs, and the temptings in't, before we further 317Sully our glosse of youth, 318And here to keepe in abstinence we shame 319As in Incontinence; for not to swim 320I'th aide o'th Current, were almost to sincke,

+ 321At least to frustrate striving, and to follow 322The common Streame, twold bring us to an Edy 323Where we should turne or drowne; if labour through, 324Our gaine but life, and weakenes. 325Pal. Your advice 326Is cride up with example; what strange ruins 327Since first we went to Schoole, may we perceive 328Walking in Thebs? Skars, and bare weedes 329The gaine o'th Martialist, who did propound 330To his bold ends, honour, and golden Ingots, 331Which though he won, he had not, and now flurted 332By peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer 333To Marsis so scornd Altar? I doe bleede 334When such I meete, and with great Iuno would 335Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie 336To get the Soldier worke, that peace might purge 337For her repletion, and retaine anew 338Her charitable heart now hard, and harsher 339Then strife, or war could be. 340Arcite. Are you not out? 341Meete you no ruine, but the Soldier in 342The Cranckes, and turnes of Thebs? you did begin 343As if you met decaies of many kindes: 344Perceive you none, that doe arowse your pitty 345But th' un- considerd Soldier? 346Pal. Yes, I pitty 347Decaies where ere I finde them, but such most 348That sweating in an honourable Toyle 349Are paide with yce to coole 'em. 350Arcite. Tis not this 351I did begin to speake of: This is vertue 352Of no respect in Thebs, I spake of Thebs 353How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours, 354It is for our resyding, where every evill 355Hath a good cullor; where eve'ry seeming good's 356A certaine evill, where not to be ev'n Iumpe 357As they are, here were to be strangers, and 358Such things to be meere Monsters.

+ 359 Pal. Tis in our power, 360(Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's) to 361Be Masters of our manners: what neede I 362Affect anothers gate, which is not catching 363Where there is faith, or to be fond upon 364Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne 365I may be reasonably conceiv'd; sav'd too, 366Speaking it truly; why am I bound 367By any generous bond to follow him 368Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill 369The follow'd, make pursuit? or let me know, 370Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him 371My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust 372To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there 373That does command my Rapier from my hip 374To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip toe 375Before the streete be foule? Either I am 376The fore- horse in the Teame, or I am none 377That draw i'th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores, 378Neede not a plantin; That which tips my bosome 379Almost to'th heart's, 380Arcite. Our Vncle Creon. 381Pal. He, 382A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes 383Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured 384Beyond its power: there's nothing, almost puts 385Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone 386Voluble chance, who onely attributes 387The faculties of other Instruments 388To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service, 389And what they winne in't, boot and glory on; 390That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let 391The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suckt 392From me with Leeches, Let them breake and fall 393Off me with that corruption. 394Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen 395Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share, 396Of his lowd infamy: for our milke,

+ 397Will relish of the pasture, and we must 398Be vile, or disobedient, not his kinesmen 399In blood, unlesse in quality. 400Pal. Nothing truer: 401I thinke the Ecchoes of his shames have dea'ft 402The eares of heav'nly Iustice: widdows cryes 403 Enter Valerius. 404 405Val. The King cals for you; yet be leaden footed 406Till his great rage be off him. Phebus when 407He broke his whipstocke and exclaimd against 408The Horses of the Sun, but whisperd too 409The lowdenesse of his Fury. 410Pal. Small windes shake him, 411But whats the matter? 412 413 414Ruine to Thebs, who is at hand to seale 415The promise of his wrath. 416Arc. Let him approach; 417But that we feare the Gods in him, he brings not 418A jot of terrour to us; Yet what man 419Thirds his owne worth (the case is each of ours) 420When that his actions dregd, with minde assurd 421Tis bad he goes about. 422Pal. Leave that unreasond. 423Our services stand now for Thebs, not Creon, 424Yet to be neutrall to him, were dishonour; 425Rebellious to oppose: therefore we must 426With him stand to the mercy of our Fate, 427Who hath bounded our last minute. 428Arc. So we must; 429Ist sed this warres afoote? or shall it be 430On faile of some condition. 431Val. Tis in motion 432The intelligence of state came in the instant 433With the defier.

+ 434 Pal. Lets to the king, who, were he 435A quarter carrier of that honour, which 436His Enemy come in, the blood we venture 437Should be as for our health, which were not spent, 438Rather laide out for purchase: but alas 439Our hands advanc'd before our hearts, what will 440The fall o'th stroke doe damage? 441Arci. Let th' event, 442That never erring Arbitratour, tell us 443When we know all our selves, and let us follow 444The becking of our chance. Exeunt. + 445Scaena 3.> Enter Pirithous, Hipolita, Emilia. 446Pir. No further. 447 Hip. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes 448To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not 449Make any timerous question, yet I wish him 450Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be 451To dure ill- dealing fortune; speede to him, 452Store never hurtes good Gouernours. 453Pir. Though I know 454His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they 455Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide, 456Those best affections, that the heavens infuse 457In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand 458In your deare heart. 459Emil. Thanckes Sir; Remember me 460To our all royall Brother, for whose speede 461The great Bellona ile sollicite; and 462Since in our terrene State petitions are not 463Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her 464What I shall be advised she likes, our hearts 465Are in his Army, in his Tent. 466Hip. In's bosome: 467We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe 468When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea, 469Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or women

+ 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. 474 Pir. 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 swift 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 outworne, 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.

+ 508 Hip. Twas Flauia., 509 Emil. Yes 510You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love; 511Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond, 512More buckled with strong Iudgement, and their needes 513The one of th' other may be said to water+ 2. Hearses ready+ with Palamon:+ and Arcite:+ the 3.+ Queenes.+ Theseus: and+ his Lordes+ ready. 514Their intertangled rootes of love, but I 515And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, 516Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements 517That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect 518Rare issues by their operance; our soules 519Did so to one another; what she lik'd, 520Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd 521No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plucke 522And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning 523To swell about the blossome) she would long 524Till shee had such another, and commit it 525To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like 526They dide in perfume: on my head no toy 527But was her patterne, her affections (pretty 528Though happely, her careles, were, I followed 529For my most serious decking, had mine eare 530Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on 531From musicall Coynadge; why it was a note 532Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on) 533And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsall 534(Which fury- innocent wots well) comes in 535Like old importments bastard, has this end, 536That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be 537More then in sex individuall. 538Hip. Y'are out of breath 539And this high speeded- pace, is but to say 540That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina) 541Love any that's calld Man. 542Emil. I am sure I shall not. 543 Hip. Now alacke weake Sister, 544I must no more beleeve thee in this point 545(Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,)

+ 546Then I will trust a sickely appetite, 547That loathes even as it longs, but sure my Sister 548If I were ripe for your perswasion, you 549Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme 550Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes, 551I will now in, and kneele with great assurance, 552That we, more then his Pirothous, possesse 553The high throne in his heart. 554Emil. I am not against your faith, 555Yet I continew mine. Exeunt. 556Cornets. + 557 Scaena 4.> A Battaile strooke within: Then a Retrait: Florish. 558 559 560 1. Qu. To thee no starre be darke. 561 2. Qu. Both heaven and earth 562Friend thee for ever. 563 3. Qu. All the good that may 564Be wishd upon thy head, I cry Amen too't. 565 566 567And in their time chastice: goe and finde out 568The bones of your dead Lords, and honour them 569With treble Ceremonie, rather then a gap 570Should be in their deere rights, we would suppl'it. 571But those we will depute, which shall invest 572You in your dignities, and even each thing 573Our hast does leave imperfect; So adiew 574And heavens good eyes looke on you. What are those? 575Exeunt Queenes. 576Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judgd 577By their appointment; Some of Thebs have told's 578They are Sisters children, Nephewes to the King. 579Thes. By'th Helme of Mars, I saw them in the war, 580Like to a paire of Lions, smeard with prey, 581Make lanes in troopes agast. I fixt my note 582Constantly on them; for they were a marke

+ 583Worth a god's view: what prisoner was't that told me 584When I enquired their names? 585Herald. We leave, they'r called 586Arcite and Palamon, 587Thes. Tis right, those, those 588They are not dead? 589Her. Nor in a state of life, had they bin taken 3. Hearses ready. 590When their last hurts were given, twas possible 591They might have bin recovered; Yet they breathe 592And haue the name of men. 593Thes. Then like men use 'em 594The very lees of such (millions of rates) 595Exceede the wine of others, all our Surgions 596Convent in their behoofe, our richest balmes 597Rather then niggard wast, their lives concerne us, 598Much more then Thebs is worth, rather then have 'em 599Freed of this plight, and in their morning state 600(Sound and at liberty) I would 'em dead, 601But forty thousand fold, we had rather have 'em 602Prisoners to us, then death; Beare 'em speedily 603From our kinde aire, to them unkinde, and minister 604What man to man may doe for our sake more, 605Since I have knowne frights, fury, friends, beheastes, 606Loves, provocations, zeale, a mistris Taske, 607Desire of liberty, a feavour, madnes, 608Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too 609Without some imposition, sicknes in will 610Or wrastling strength in reason, for our Love 611And great Appollos mercy, all our best, 612Their best skill tender. Leade into the Citty, 613Where having bound things scatterd, we will post Florish. 614To Athens for our Army. Exeunt. 615Musicke. + 616Scaena 5.> Enter the Queenes with the Hearses of their 617Knightes, in a Funerall Solempnity, &c. 618Vrnes, and odours, bring away, 619Vapours, sighes, darken the day;

+ 620Our dole more deadly lookes than dying 621Balmes, and Gummes, and heavy cheeres, 622Sacred vials fill'd with teares, 623And clamors through the wild ayre flying. 624Come all sad, and solempne Showes, 625That are quick- eyd pleasures foes; 626We convent nought else but woes. We convent, &c. 627 628 629 2. Qu. And this to yours. 630 1. Qu. Yours this way: Heavens lend 631A thousand differing waies, to one sure end. 632 3. Qu. This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes, 633And Death's the market place, where each one meetes. 634Exeunt severally. + ShaTNKQ2.121 635Actus Secundus. 636Scaena 1.> Enter Iailor, and Wooer. 637 638 639Keepe, though it be for great ones, yet they seldome 640Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number 641Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lyn'd 642Then it can appeare, to me report is a true 643Speaker: I would I were really, that I am 644Deliverd to be: Marry, what I have (be it what 645It will) I will assure upon my daughter at 646The day of my death. 647Wooer. Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer, 648And I will estate your Daughter in what I 649Have promised,

+ 650 651 652Enter Daughter. 653When that shall be seene, I tender my consent. 654Wooer. I have Sir; here shee comes. 655Iailor. Your Friend and I have chanced to name 656You here, upon the old busines: But no more of that. 657Now, so soone as the Court hurry is over, we will 658Have an end of it: I'th meane time looke tenderly 659To the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes. 660 661 662Doe thinke they have patience to make any adversity 663Asham'd; the prison it selfe is proud of 'em; and 664They have all the world in their Chamber. 665Iailor. They are fam'd to be a paire of absolute men. 666 667 668 (doers. 669 670Mervaile how they would have lookd had they beene 671Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce 672A freedome out of Bondage, making misery their 673Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at. 674 Iailor. Doe they so? 675Daug. It seemes to me they have no more sence of their 676Captivity, then I of ruling Athens: they eate 677Well, looke merrily, discourse of many things, 678But nothing of their owne restraint, and disasters: 679Yet sometime a devided sigh, martyrd as twer 680I'th deliverance, will breake from one of them. 681When the other presently gives it so sweete a rebuke, 682That I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid, 683Or at least a Sigher to be comforted. 684 Wooer. I never saw 'em. 685Iailor. The Duke himselfe came privately in the night, 686Enter Palamon, and Arcite, above. 687And so did they, what the reason of it is, I

+ 688Know not: Looke yonder they are; that's 689Arcite lookes out. 690Daugh. No Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the 691Lower of the twaine; you may perceive a part 692Of him. 693Iai. Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not 694Make us their object; out of their sight. 695Daugh. It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the 696Diffrence of men. Exeunt. + 697Scaena 2.> Enter Palamon, and Arcite in prison. 698Pal. How doe you Noble Cosen? 699 Arcite. How doe you Sir? 700Pal. Why strong inough to laugh at misery, 701And beare the chance of warre yet, we are prisoners 702I feare for ever Cosen. 703Arcite. I beleeve it, 704And to that destiny have patiently 705Laide up my houre to come. 706Pal. Oh Cosen Arcite, 707Where is Thebs now? where is our noble Country? 708Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more 709Must we behold those comforts, never see 710The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour 711(Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies) 712Like tall Ships under saile: then start amongst 'em 713And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behinde us, 714Like lazy Clowdes, whilst Palamon and Arcite, 715Even in the wagging of a wanton leg 716Out- stript the peoples praises, won the Garlands, 717Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. O never 718Shall we two exercise, like Twyns of honour, 719Our Armes againe, and feele our fyry horses 720Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now 721(Better the red- eyd god of war nev'r were) 722Ravishd our sides, like age must run to rust, 723And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us,

+ 724These hands shall never draw 'em out like lightning 725To blast whole Armies more. 726Arcite. No Palamon, 727Those hopes are Prisoners with us, here we are 728And here the graces of our youthes must wither 729Like a too- timely Spring; here age must finde us, 730And which is heaviest (Palamon) unmarried, 731The sweete embraces of a loving wife 732Loden with kisses, armd with thousand Cupids 733Shall never claspe our neckes, no issue know us, 734No figures of our selves shall we ev'r see, 735To glad our age, and like young Eagles teach 'em 736Boldly to gaze against bright armes, and say 737Remember what your fathers were, and conquer. 738The faire- eyd Maides, shall weepe our Banishments, 739And in their Songs, curse ever- blinded fortune 740Till shee for shame see what a wrong she has done 741To youth and nature; This is all our world; 742We shall know nothing here but one another, 743Heare nothing but the Clocke that tels our woes. 744The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it: 745Sommer shall come, and with her all delights; 746But dead- cold winter must inhabite here still. 747Pal. Tis too true Arcite. To our Theban houndes, 748That shooke the aged Forrest with their ecchoes, 749No more now must we halloa, no more shake 750Our pointed Iavelyns, whilst the angry Swine 751Flyes like a parthian quiver from our rages, 752Strucke with our well- steeld Darts: All valiant uses, 753(The foode, and nourishment of noble mindes,) 754In us two here shall perish; we shall die 755(Which is the curse of honour) lastly, 756Children of greife, and Ignorance. 757Arc. Yet Cosen, 758Even from the bottom of these miseries 759From all that fortune can inflict upon us, 760I see two comforts rysing, two meere blessings, 761If the gods please, to hold here a brave patience,

+ 762And the enjoying of our greefes together. 763Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish 764If I thinke this our prison. 765Pala. Certeinly, 766Tis a maine goodnes Cosen, that our fortunes 767Were twyn'd together; tis most true, two soules 768Put in two noble Bodies, let 'em suffer 769The gaule of hazard, so they grow together, 770Will never sincke, they must not, say they could, 771A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done. 772Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place 773That all men hate so much? 774Pal. How gentle Cosen? 775 Arc. Let's thinke this prison, holy sanctuary, 776To keepe us from corruption of worse men, 777We are young and yet desire the waies of honour, 778That liberty and common Conversation 779The poyson of pure spirits; might like women 780Wooe us to wander from. What worthy blessing 781Can be but our Imaginations 782May make it ours? And heere being thus together, 783We are an endles mine to one another; 784We are one anothers wife, ever begetting 785New birthes of love; we are father, friends, acquaintance, 786We are in one another, Families, 787I am your heire, and you are mine: This place 788Is our Inheritance: no hard Oppressour 789Dare take this from us; here with a little patience 790We shall live long, and loving: No surfeits seeke us: 791The hand of war hurts none here, nor the Seas 792Swallow their youth: were we at liberty, 793A wife might part us lawfully, or busines, 794Quarrels consume us, Envy of ill men 795Crave our acquaintance, I might sicken Cosen, 796Where you should never know it, and so perish 797Without your noble hand to close mine eies, 798Or praiers to the gods; a thousand chaunces 799Were we from hence, would seaver us.

+ 800 Pal. You have made me 801(I thanke you Cosen Arcite) almost wanton 802With my Captivity: what a misery 803It is to live abroade? and every where: 804Tis like a Beast me thinkes: I finde the Court here, 805I am sure a more content, and all those pleasures 806That wooe the wils of men to vanity, 807I see through now, and am sufficient 808To tell the world, tis but a gaudy shaddow, 809That old Time, as he passes by takes with him, 810What had we bin old in the Court of Creon, 811Where sin is Iustice, lust, and ignorance, 812The vertues of the great ones: Cosen Arcite, 813Had not the loving gods found this place for us 814We had died as they doe, ill old men, unwept, 815And had their Epitaphes, the peoples Curses, 816Shall I say more? 817 Arc. I would heare you still. 818 Pal. Ye shall. 819Is there record of any two that lov'd 820Better then we doe Arcite? 821 Arc. Sure there cannot. 822Pal. I doe not thinke it possible our friendship 823Should ever leave us. 824Arc. Till our deathes it cannot 825Enter Emilia and her woman. 826And after death our spirits shall be led 827To those that love eternally. Speake on Sir. 828This garden has a world of pleasure in't. 829Emil. What Flowre is this? 830 Wom. Tis calld Narcissus Madam. 831Emil. That was a faire Boy certaine, but a foole, 832To love himselfe, were there not maides enough? 833Arc. Pray forward. 834 Pal. Yes. 835Emil. Or were they all hard hearted? 836Wom. They could not be to one so faire. 837 Emil. Thou wouldst not.

+ 838 Wom. I thinke I should not, Madam. 839 Emil. That's a good wench: 840But take heede to your kindnes though. 841Wom. Why Madam? 842 Emil. Men are mad things. 843Arcite. Will ye goe forward Cosen? 844 845 846Emil. Ile have a gowne full of 'em and of these, 847This is pretty colour, wilt not doe 848Rarely upon a Skirt wench? 849 Wom. Deinty Madam. 850Arc. Cosen, Cosen, how doe you Sir? Why Palamon? 851Pal. Never till now I was in prison Arcite. 852Arc. Why whats the matter Man? 853 Pal. Behold, and wonder. 854By heaven shee is a Goddesse. 855 Arcite. Ha. 856Pal. Doe reverence. 857She is a Goddesse Arcite. 858Emil. Of all Flowres, 859Me thinkes a Rose is best. 860Wom. Why gentle Madam? 861 Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide. 862For when the west wind courts her gently 863How modestly she blowes, and paints the Sun, 864 865 866Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe, 867And leaves him to base briers. 868 Wom. Yet good Madam, 869Sometimes her modesty will blow so far 870She fals for't: a Mayde 871If shee have any honour, would be loth 872To take example by her. 873Emil. Thou art wanton. 874Arc. She is wondrous faire. 875Pal. She is all the beauty extant.

+ 876 877 878I am wondrous merry hearted, I could laugh now. 879Wom. I could lie downe I am sure. 880Emil. And take one with you? 881Wom. That's as we bargaine Madam, 882 Emil. Well, agree then. 883Exeunt Emilia and woman. 884Pal. What thinke you of this beauty? 885 Arc. Tis a rare one. 886Pal. Is't but a rare one? 887 Arc. Yes a matchles beauty. 888Pal. Might not a man well lose himselfe and love her? 889Arc. I cannot tell what you have done, I have, 890Beshrew mine eyes for't, now I feele my Shackles. 891Pal. You love her then? 892 Arc. Who would not? 893Pal. And desire her? 894 Arc. Before my liberty. 895Pal. I saw her first. 896 Arc. That's nothing 897Pal. But it shall be. 898 Arc. I saw her too. 899Pal. Yes, but you must not love her. 900Arc. I will not as you doe; to worship her; 901As she is heavenly, and a blessed Goddes; 902(I love her as a woman, to enjoy her) 903So both may love. 904 Pal. You shall not love at all. 905Arc. Not love at all. 906Who shall deny me? 907Pal. I that first saw her; I that tooke possession 908First with mine eye of all those beauties 909In her reveald to mankinde: if thou lou'st her, 910Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes, 911Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow 912False as thy Title to her: friendship, blood 913And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime

+ 914If thou once thinke upon her. 915 Arc. Yes I love her, 916And if the lives of all my name lay on it, 917I must doe so, I love her with my soule, 918If that will lose ye, farewell Palamon, 919I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine 920I am as worthy, and as free a lover 921And have as just a title to her beauty 922As any Palamon or any living 923That is a mans Sonne. 924Pal. Have I cald thee friend? 925 926 927Part of your blood, part of your soule? you have told me 928That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite. 929 Pal. Yes. 930Arc. Am not I liable to those affections, 931Those joyes, greifes, angers, feares, my friend shall suffer? 932 Pal. Ye may be. 933Arc. Why then would you deale so cunningly, 934So strangely, so vnlike a noble kinesman 935To love alone? speake truely, doe you thinke me 936Vnworthy of her sight? 937Pal. No; but unjust, 938If thou pursue that sight. 939Arc. Because an other 940First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still 941And let mine honour downe, and never charge? 942 Pal. Yes, if he be but one. 943Arc. But say that one 944Had rather combat me? 945Pal. Let that one say so, 946And use thy freedome; els if thou pursuest her, 947Be as that cursed man that hates his Country, 948A branded villaine. 949Arc. You are mad. 950 Pal. I must be. 951Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concernes me,

+ 952And in this madnes, if I hazard thee 953And take thy life, I deale but truely. 954Arc. Fie Sir. 955You play the Childe extreamely: I will love her, 956I must, I ought to doe so, and I dare, 957And all this justly. 958Pal. O that now, that now 959Thy false- selfe and thy friend, had but this fortune 960To be one howre at liberty, and graspe 961 962 963Thou art baser in it then a Cutpurse; 964Put but thy head out of this window more, 965And as I have a soule, Ile naile thy life too't. 966 967 968And leape the garden, when I see her next 969Enter Keeper. 970And pitch between her armes to anger thee. 971Pal. No more; the keeper's comming; I shall live 972To knocke thy braines out with my Shackles. 973 Arc. Doe. 974Keeper. By your leave Gentlemen. 975 Pala. Now honest keeper? 976Keeper. Lord Arcite, you must presently to'th Duke; 977The cause I know not yet. 978 Arc. I am ready keeper. 979Keeper. Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you 980Of your faire Cosens Company. 981Exeunt Arcite, and Keeper. 982Pal. And me too, 983Even when you please of life; why is he sent for? 984It may be he shall marry her, he's goodly, 985And like enough the Duke hath taken notice 986Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood, 987Why should a friend be treacherous? If that 988Get him a wife so noble, and so faire; 989Let honest men ne're love againe. Once more

+ 990I would but see this faire One: Blessed Garden, 991And fruite, and flowers more blessed that still blossom 992As her bright eies shine on ye. Would I were 993For all the fortune of my life hereafter 994Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke; 995How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes 996In at her window; I would bring her fruite 997Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure 998Still as she tasted should be doubled on her, 999And if she be not heavenly I would make her 1000So neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her. 1001Enter Keeper. 1002 1003 1004 Keeper. Banishd: Prince Pirithous 1005Obtained his liberty; but never more 1006Vpon his oth and life must he set foote 1007Vpon this Kingdome. 1008Pal. Hees a blessed man, 1009He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes 1010The bold yong men, that when he bids 'em charge, 1011Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune, 1012If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover, 1013Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her; 1014And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward; 1015How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her 1016If he be noble Arcite; thousand waies. 1017Were I at liberty, I would doe things 1018Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady, 1019This blushing virgine should take manhood to her 1020And seeke to ravish me. 1021Keeper. My Lord for you 1022I have this charge too. 1023Pal. To discharge my life. 1024 1025 1026Pal. Devils take 'em 1027That are so envious to me; pre'thee kill me.

+ 1028 Keep. And hang for't afterward. 1029Pal. By this good light 1030Had I a sword I would kill thee. 1031Keep. Why my Lord? 1032 1033 1034 Keep. Indeede you must my Lord.. 1035Pal. May I see the garden? 1036 Keep. Noe. 1037Pal. Then I am resolud, I will not goe. 1038 1039 1040 Pal. Doe good keeper. 1041Ile shake 'em so, ye shall not sleepe, 1042Ile make ye a new Morrisse, must I goe? 1043 Keep. There is no remedy. 1044Pal. Farewell kinde window. 1045May rude winde never hurt thee. O my Lady 1046If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was, 1047Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me. 1048Exeunt Palamon, and Keeper. + 1049Scaena 3.> Enter Arcite. 1050Arcite. Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit, 1051A mercy I must thanke 'em for, but banishd 1052The free enjoying of that face I die for, 1053Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death 1054Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance 1055That were I old and wicked, all my sins 1056Could never plucke upon me. Palamon; 1057Thou ha'st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see 1058Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window, 1059And let in life to thee; thou shalt feede 1060Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty, 1061That nature nev'r exceeded, nor nev'r shall: 1062Good gods? what happines has Palamon? 1063Twenty to one, hee'le come to speake to her, 1064And if she be as gentle, as she's faire,

+ 1065I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame 1066 1067 1068I know mine owne, is but a heape of ruins, 1069And no redresse there, if I goe, he has her. 1070I am resolu'd an other shape shall make me, 1071Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy: 1072Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more. 1073 Enter .4. Country people, & one with a garlond before them. 1074 1075 2. And Ile be there. 1076 3. And I. 1077 4. Why then have with ye Boyes; Tis but a chiding, 1078Let the plough play to day, ile tick'lt out 1079Of the Iades tailes to morrow. 1080 1. I am sure 1081To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey: 1082But that's all one, ile goe through, let her mumble. 1083 2. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her, 1084And all's made up againe. 1085 3. I, doe but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her 1086Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench. 1087Doe we all hold, against the Maying? 1088 4. Hold? what should aile us? 1089 3. Arcus will be there. 1090 2. And Sennois. 1091 1092 1093 1094 1095 3. Hee'l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the matter's 1096 1097 1098 1099 4. Shall we be lusty. 1100 2. All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i'th breech on's,

+ 1101 1102 1103 1104 4. O pardon me. 1105 1106 1107 1108 1109 3. Weele see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: and 1110Sweete Companions lets rehearse by any meanes, before 1111The Ladies see us, and doe sweetly, and God knows what 1112May come on't. 1113 1114 1115 1116 1117 4. Whither? why, what a question's that? 1118Arc. Yes, tis a question, to me that know not. 1119 3. To the Games my Friend. 1120 2. Where were you bred you know it not? 1121 Arc. Not farre Sir, 1122Are there such Games to day? 1123 1. Yes marry are there: 1124And such as you neuer saw; The Duke himselfe 1125Will be in person there. 1126Arc. What pastimes are they? 1127 2. Wrastling, and Running; Tis a pretty Fellow. 1128 3. Thou wilt not goe along. 1129 Arc. Not yet Sir. 1130 4. Well Sir 1131Take your owne time, come Boyes 1132 1. My minde misgives me 1133This fellow has a veng'ance tricke o'th hip, 1134Marke how his Bodi's made for't 1135 2. Ile be hangd though 1136If he dare venture, hang him plumb porredge, 1137

+ 1138 1139I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled, 1140The best men calld it excellent, and run 1141Swifter, then winde upon a feild of Corne 1142(Curling the wealthy eares) never flew: Ile venture, 1143And in some poore disguize be there, who knowes 1144Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands? 1145And happines preferre me to a place, 1146Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. Exit Arcite, + 1147Scaena 4.> Enter Iailors Daughter alone. 1148 1149 1150My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison, 1151And he a Prince; To marry him is hopelesse; 1152To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't; 1153What pushes are we wenches driven to 1154When fifteene once has found us? First I saw him, 1155I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man; 1156He has as much to please a woman in him, 1157(If he please to bestow it so) as ever 1158These eyes yet lookt on; Next, I pittied him, 1159And so would any young wench o'my Conscience 1160That ever dream'd, or vow'd her Maydenhead 1161To a yong hansom Man; Then I lov'd him, 1162(Extreamely lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him; 1163And yet he had a Cosen, faire as he too. 1164But in my heart was Palamon, and there 1165Lord, what a coyle he keepes? To heare him 1166Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is? 1167And yet his Songs are sad- ones; Fairer spoken, 1168Was never Gentleman. When I come in 1169To bring him water in a morning, first 1170He bowes his noble body, then salutes me, thus: 1171Faire, gentle Mayde, good morrow, may thy goodnes, 1172Get thee a happy husband; Once he kist me, 1173I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after, 1174Would he would doe so ev'ry day; He greives much, 1175And me as much to see his misery.

+ 1176What should I doe, to make him know I love him, 1177For I would faine enjoy him? Say I ventur'd 1178To set him free? what saies the law then? Thus much 1179For Law, or kindred: I will doe it, 1180And this night, or to morrow he shall love me. Exit. + 1181Scaena 4.> Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Pirithous, 1182Emilia: Arcite with a Garland, &c.+ This short florish+ of Cornets+ and+ Showtes within. 1183Thes. You have done worthily; I have not seene 1184Since Hercules, a man of tougher synewes; 1185What ere you are, you run the best, and wrastle, 1186That these times can allow. 1187Arcite. I am proud to please you. 1188Thes. What Countrie bred you? 1189 Arcite. This; but far off, Prince. 1190Thes. Are you a Gentleman? 1191 Arcite. My father said so; 1192And to those gentle uses gave me life. 1193Thes. Are you his heire? 1194 Arcite. His yongest Sir. 1195Thes. Your Father 1196Sure is a happy Sire then: what prooves you? 1197Arcite. A little of all noble Quallities: 1198I could have kept a Hawke, and well have holloa'd 1199To a deepe crie of Dogges; I dare not praise 1200My feat in horsemanship; yet they that knew me 1201Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest, 1202I would be thought a Souldier. 1203 Thes. You are perfect. 1204Pirith. Vpon my soule, a proper man. 1205 Emilia. He is so. 1206Per. How doe you like him Ladie? 1207 Hip. I admire him, 1208I have not seene so yong a man, so noble 1209(If he say true,) of his sort. 1210Emil. Beleeve, 1211His mother was a wondrous handsome woman, 1212His face me thinkes, goes that way. 1213 Hyp. But his Body

+ 1214And firie minde, illustrate a brave Father. 1215Per. Marke how his vertue, like a hidden Sun 1216Breakes through his baser garments. 1217Hyp. Hee's well got sure. 1218Thes. What made you seeke this place Sir? 1219 Arc. Noble Theseus. 1220To purchase name, and doe my ablest service 1221To such a well- found wonder, as thy worth, 1222For onely in thy Court, of all the world 1223Dwells faire- eyd honor. 1224Per. All his words are worthy. 1225Thes. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell, 1226Nor shall you loose your wish: Perithous 1227Dispose of this faire Gentleman. 1228Perith. Thankes Theseus. 1229What ere you are y'ar mine, and I shall give you 1230To a most noble service, to this Lady, 1231This bright yong Virgin; pray observe her goodnesse; 1232 1233 1234Arc. Sir, y'ar a noble Giver: dearest Bewtie, 1235Thus let me seale my vowd faith: when your Servant 1236(Your most unworthie Creature) but offends you, 1237Command him die, he shall. 1238 Emil. That were too cruell. 1239If you deserve well Sir; I shall soone see't: 1240 1241 1242You are a horseman, I must needs intreat you 1243This after noone to ride, but tis a rough one. 1244Arc. I like him better (Prince) I shall not then 1245Freeze in my Saddle. 1246Thes. Sweet, you must be readie, 1247And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and all 1248To morrow by the Sun, to doe observance 1249To flowry May, in Dians wood: waite well Sir 1250Vpon your Mistris: Emely, I hope 1251He shall not goe a foote.

+ 1252 Emil. That were a shame Sir, 1253While I have horses: take your choice, and what 1254You want at any time, let me but know it; 1255If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you 1256You'l finde a loving Mistris. 1257 Arc. If I doe not, 1258Let me finde that my Father ever hated, 1259Disgrace, and blowes. 1260Thes. Go leade the way; you have won it: 1261It shall be so; you shall receave all dues 1262Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else, 1263Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant, 1264That if I were a woman, would be Master, 1265But you are wise. Florish. 1266Emil.> I hope too wise for that Sir. Exeunt omnes. + 1267Scaena 6.> Enter Iaylors Daughter alone. 1268Daughter. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore, 1269He is at liberty: I have venturd for him, 1270And out I have brought him to a little wood 1271A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar 1272Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane 1273Fast by a Brooke, and there he shall keepe close, 1274Till I provide him Fyles, and foode, for yet 1275His yron bracelets are not off. O Love 1276What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father 1277Durst better have indur'd cold yron, than done it: 1278I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason, 1279Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it 1280I care not, I am desperate, If the law 1281Finde me, and then condemne me for't; some wenches, 1282Some honest harted Maides, will sing my Dirge. 1283And tell to memory, my death was noble, 1284Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes, 1285I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot 1286Be so unmanly, as to leave me here, 1287If he doe, Maides will not so easily 1288Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd me 1289For what I have done: no not so much as kist me,

+ 1290And that (me thinkes) is not so well; nor scarcely 1291Could I perswade him to become a Freeman, 1292He made such scruples of the wrong he did 1293To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope 1294When he considers more, this love of mine 1295Will take more root within him: Let him doe 1296What he will with me, so he use me kindly, 1297For use me so he shall, or ile proclaime him 1298And to his face, no- man: Ile presently 1299Provide him necessaries, and packe my cloathes up, 1300And where there is a path of ground Ile venture 1301So hee be with me; By him, like a shadow 1302Ile ever dwell; within this houre the whoobub 1303Will be all ore the prison: I am then 1304Kissing the man they looke for: farewell Father; 1305Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters, 1306And shortly you may keepe your selfe. Now to him.+ + Cornets in+ sundry places.+ Noise and+ hallowing as+ people a Maying. ShaTNKQ3.131 1307Actus Tertius. 1308Scaena 1.> Enter Arcite alone. 1309Arcite. The Duke has lost Hypolita; each tooke 1310A severall land. This is a solemne Right 1311They owe bloomd May, and the Athenians pay it 1312To'th heart of Ceremony: O Queene Emilia 1313Fresher then May, sweeter 1314Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes, or all 1315Th' enamelld knackes o'th Meade, or garden, yea 1316(We challenge too) the bancke of any Nymph 1317That makes the streame seeme flowers; thou o Iewell 1318O'th wood, o'th world, hast likewise blest a pace 1319With thy sole presence, in thy rumination 1320That I poore man might eftsoones come betweene 1321And chop on some cold thought, thrice blessed chance 1322To drop on such a Mistris, expectation 1323Most giltlesse on't: tell me O Lady Fortune 1324(Next after Emely my Soveraigne) how far

+ 1325I may be prowd. She takes strong note of me, 1326Hath made me neere her; and this beuteous Morne 1327(The prim'st of all the yeare) presents me with 1328A brace of horses, two such Steeds might well 1329Be by a paire of Kings backt, in a Field 1330That their crownes titles tride: Alas, alas 1331Poore Cosen Palamon, poore prisoner, thou 1332So little dream'st upon my fortune, that 1333Thou thinkst thy selfe, the happier thing, to be 1334So neare Emilia, me thou deem'st at Thebs, 1335And therein wretched, although free; But if 1336Thou knew'st my Mistris breathd on me, and that 1337I ear'd her language, livde in her eye; O Coz 1338What passion would enclose thee. 1339 1340 1341Palamon. Traytor kinseman, 1342Thou shouldst perceive my passion, if these signes 1343Of prisonment were off me, and this hand 1344But owner of a Sword: By all othes in one 1345I, and the iustice of my love would make thee 1346A confest Traytor, o thou most perfidious 1347That ever gently lookd the voydes of honour. 1348That eu'r bore gentle Token; falsest Cosen 1349That ever blood made kin, call'st thou hir thine? 1350Ile prove it in my Shackles, with these hands, 1351Void of appointment, that thou ly'st, and art 1352A very theefe in love, a Chaffy Lord 1353Nor worth the name of villaine: had I a Sword 1354And these house clogges away. 1355Arc. Deere Cosin Palamon, 1356Pal. Cosoner Arcite, give me language, such 1357As thou hast shewd me feate. 1358Arc. Not finding in 1359The circuit of my breast, any grosse stuffe 1360To forme me like your blazon, holds me to 1361This gentlenesse of answer; tis your passion 1362That thus mistakes, the which to you being enemy, 1363Cannot to me be kind: honor, and honestie

+ 1364I cherish, and depend on, how so ev'r 1365You skip them in me, and with them faire Coz 1366Ile maintaine my proceedings; pray be pleas'd 1367To shew in generous termes, your griefes, since that 1368Your question's with your equall, who professes 1369To cleare his owne way, with the minde and Sword 1370Of a true Gentleman. 1371Pal. That thou durst Arcite. 1372 1373 1374Against th' advice of feare: sure of another 1375You would not heare me doubted, but your silence 1376Should breake out, though i'th Sanctuary. 1377Pal. Sir, 1378I have seene you move in such a place, which well 1379Might justifie your manhood, you were calld 1380 1381 1382Men loose when they encline to trecherie, 1383And then they fight like compelld Beares, would fly 1384Were they not tyde. 1385Arc. Kinsman, you might as well 1386Speake this, and act it in your Glasse, as to 1387His eare, which now disdaines you. 1388Pal. Come up to me, 1389Quit me of these cold Gyves, give me a Sword 1390Though it be rustie, and the charity 1391Of one meale lend me; Come before me then 1392A good Sword in thy hand, and doe but say 1393That Emily is thine, I will forgive 1394The trespasse thou hast done me, yea my life 1395If then thou carry't, and brave soules in shades 1396That have dyde manly, which will seeke of me 1397Some newes from earth, they shall get none but this 1398That thou art brave, and noble. 1399Arc. Be content, 1400Againe betake you to your hawthorne house, 1401With counsaile of the night, I will be here 1402With wholesome viands; these impediments

+ 1403Will I file off, you shall have garments, and 1404Perfumes to kill the smell o'th prison, after 1405When you shall stretch your selfe, and say but Arcite 1406I am in plight, there shall be at your choyce 1407Both Sword, and Armour. 1408Pal. Oh you heavens, dares any 1409So noble beare a guilty busines! none 1410But onely Arcite, therefore none but Arcite 1411In this kinde is so bold. 1412 Arc. Sweete Palamon. 1413Pal. I doe embrace you, and your offer, for 1414Your offer doo't I onely, Sir your person 1415Without hipocrisy I may not wish 1416Winde hornes of Cornets. 1417More then my Swords edge ont. 1418Arc. You heare the Hornes; 1419Enter your Musicke least this match between's 1420Be crost, er met, give me your hand, farewell. 1421Ile bring you every needfull thing: I pray you 1422Take comfort and be strong. 1423Pal. Pray hold your promise; 1424And doe the deede with a bent brow, most certaine 1425You love me not, be rough with me, and powre 1426This oile out of your language; by this ayre 1427I could for each word, give a Cuffe: my stomach 1428Not reconcild by reason, 1429Arc. Plainely spoken, 1430Yet pardon me hard language, when I spur 1431Winde hornes. 1432My horse, I chide him not; content, and anger 1433In me have but one face. Harke Sir, they call 1434The scatterd to the Banket; you must guesse 1435I have an office there. 1436Pal. Sir your attendance 1437Cannot please heaven, and I know your office 1438Vnjustly is atcheev'd. 1439Arc. If a good title, 1440I am perswaded this question sicke between's,

+ 1441By bleeding must be cur'd. I am a Suitour, 1442That to your Sword you will bequeath this plea, 1443And talke of it no more. 1444 Pal. But this one word: 1445You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris, 1446For note you, mine she is. 1447Arc. Nay then. 1448 Pal. Nay pray you, 1449You talke of feeding me to breed me strength 1450You are going now to looke upon a Sun 1451That strengthens what it lookes on, there 1452You have a vantage ore me, but enjoy't till 1453I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. Exeunt. + 1454Scaena 2.> Enter Iaylors daughter alone. 1455Daugh. He has mistooke; the Beake I meant, is gone 1456After his fancy, Tis now welnigh morning, 1457No matter, would it were perpetuall night, 1458And darkenes Lord o'th world, Harke tis a woolfe: 1459In me hath greife slaine feare, and but for one thing 1460I care for nothing, and that's Palamon. 1461I wreake not if the wolves would jaw me, so 1462He had this File; what if I hallowd for him? 1463I cannot hallow: if I whoop'd; what then? 1464If he not answeard, I should call a wolfe, 1465And doe him but that service. I have heard 1466Strange howles this live- long night, why may't not be 1467They have made prey of him? he has no weapons, 1468He cannot run, the Iengling of his Gives 1469Might call fell things to listen, who have in them 1470A sence to know a man unarmd, and can 1471Smell where resistance is. Ile set it downe 1472He's torne to peeces, they howld many together 1473And then they feed on him: So much for that, 1474Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then? 1475All's char'd when he is gone, No, no I lye, 1476My Father's to be hang'd for his escape, 1477My selfe to beg, if I prizd life so much 1478As to deny my act, but that I would not,

+ 1479Should I try death by dussons. I am mop't, 1480Foode tooke I none these two daies. 1481Sipt some water. I have not closd mine eyes 1482Save when my lids scowrd off their brine; alas 1483Dissolue my life, Let not my sence unsettle 1484Least I should drowne, or stab, or hang my selfe. 1485O state of Nature, faile together in me, 1486Since thy best props are warpt: So which way now? 1487The best way is, the next way to a grave: 1488Each errant step beside is torment. Loe 1489 1490 1491Save what I faile in: But the point is this 1492An end, and that is all. Exit. + 1493Scaena 3.> Enter Arcite, with Meate, Wine, and Files. 1494 1495 1496Pal. Arcite. 1497 Arc. The same: I have brought you foode and files, 1498Come forth and feare not, here's no Theseus. 1499Pal. Nor none so honest Arcite. 1500 Arc. That's no matter, 1501Wee'l argue that hereafter: Come take courage, 1502You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drinke 1503I know you are faint, then ile talke further with you. 1504Pal. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me. 1505 Arc. I might. 1506But I must feare you first: Sit downe, and good now 1507No more of these vaine parlies; let us not 1508Having our ancient reputation with us 1509Make talke for Fooles, and Cowards, To your health, &c. 1510 Pal. Doe. 1511Arc. Pray sit downe then, and let me entreate you 1512By all the honesty and honour in you, 1513No mention of this woman, t'will disturbe us, 1514We shall have time enough. 1515 Pal. Well Sir, Ile pledge you. 1516Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good (blood man.

+ 1517Doe you not feele it thaw you? 1518Pal. Stay, Ile tell you after a draught or two more. 1519 1520 1521Arc. I am glad you have so good a stomach. 1522Pal. I am gladder I have so good meate too't. 1523 1524 1525 Arc. How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce (I see, 1526 1527But if it did, yours is too tart: sweete Cosen: what is this? 1528Arc. Venison. 1529 Pal. Tis a lusty meate: 1530Giue me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches 1531 1532 1533 Arc. After you Cuz. 1534Pal. She lov'd a black- haird man. 1535 Arc. She did so; well Sir. 1536Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite, and 1537 Arc. Out with't faith. 1538Pal. She met him in an Arbour: 1539What did she there Cuz? play o'th virginals? 1540Arc. Something she did Sir. 1541Pal. Made her groane a moneth for't; or 2. or 3. or 10. 1542Arc. The Marshals Sister, 1543Had her share too, as I remember Cosen, 1544Else there be tales abroade, you'l pledge her? 1545 Pal. Yes. 1546Arc. A pretty broune wench t'is. There was a time 1547When yong men went a hunting, and a wood, 1548 1549 1550Away with this straind mirth; I say againe 1551That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen, 1552Dar'st thou breake first? 1553 Arc. You are wide. 1554Pal. By heaven and earth, ther's nothing in thee honest.

+ 1555 Arc. Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now: 1556Pal. As thou makst me, Traytour. 1557 perfumes: 1558 1559That that shall quiet all, 1560 Pal. A Sword and Armour. 1561Arc. Feare me not; you are now too fowle; farewell. 1562Get off your Trinkets, you shall want nought; 1563Pal. Sirha: 1564 Arc.> Ile heare no more. Exit. 1565Pal.> If he keepe touch, he dies for't. Exit. + 1566Scaena 4.> Enter Iaylors daughter. 1567Daugh. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, 1568The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets: 1569The Sun has seene my Folly: Palamon; 1570Alas no; hees in heaven; where am I now? 1571Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles 1572And ther's a Rocke lies watching under water; 1573Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now, 1574Ther's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry? 1575Vpon her before the winde, you'l loose all els: 1576Vp with a course or two, and take about Boyes. 1577Good night, good night, y'ar gone; I am very hungry, 1578Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me 1579Newes from all parts o'th world, then would I make 1580A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle 1581By east and North East to the King of Pigmes, 1582For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father 1583Twenty to one is trust up in a trice 1584To morrow morning, Ile say never a word. 1585Sing. For ile cut my greene coat, a foote above my knee, 1586And ile clip my yellow lockes; an inch below mine eie. 1587hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, 1588He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride 1589And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide 1590hey, nonny, nonny, nonny. 1591O for a pricke now like a Nightingale, to put my breast

+ 1592Against. I shall sleepe like a Top else. Exit. + 1593Scaena 6.> Enter a Schoole master .4. Countrymen: and 1594Baum .2. or 3 wenches, with a Taborer. 1595 1596 1597 1598 1599 1600 1601 1602 1603 1604 1605 1606 1607 1608 1609 1610 1611 1. And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold. 1612 2. Draw up the Company, Where's the Taborour. 1613 3. Why Timothy. 1614 Tab. Here my mad boyes, have at ye. 1615Sch. But I say where's their women? 1616 4. Here's Friz and Maudline. 1617 2. And litle Luce with the white legs, and bouncing + (Barbery. 1618 1. And freckeled Nel; that never faild her Master. 1619 1620 1621And now and then a fauour, and a friske. 1622Nel. Let us alone Sir. 1623Sch. Wher's the rest o'th Musicke. 1624 3. Dispersd as you commanded. 1625 Sch. Couple then 1626And see what's wanting; wher's the Bavian? 1627My friend, carry your taile without offence 1628Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure 1629You tumble with audacity, and manhood,

+ 1630And when you barke doe it with judgement. 1631 Bau. Yes Sir. 1632Sch. Quo usque tandem. Here is a woman wanting 1633 4. We may goe whistle: all the fat's i'th fire. 1634Sch. We have, 1635As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile, 1636We have beene fatuus, and laboured vainely. 1637 2. This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding 1638That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here, 1639Cicely the Sempsters daughter: 1640The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin; 1641Nay and she faile me once, you can tell Arcas 1642She swore by wine, and bread, she would not breake. 1643Sch. An Eele and woman, 1644A learned Poet sayes: unles by'th taile 1645And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile, 1646In manners this was false position 1647 1. A fire ill take her; do's she flinch now? 1648 3. What 1649Shall we determine Sir? 1650Sch. Nothing, 1651Our busines is become a nullity 1652Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity. 1653 4. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it, 1654Now to be frampall, now to pisse o'th nettle, 1655Goe thy waies, ile remember thee, ile fit thee, 1656Enter Iaylors daughter. 1657Daughter. The George alow, came from the South, from 1658The coast of Barbary a. 1659And there he met with brave gallants of war 1660By one, by two, by three, a 1661Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants, 1662And whither now are you bound a+ Chaire and+ stooles out. 1663O let me have your company till come to the sound a 1664There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet 1665The one sed it was an owle 1666The other, he sed nay, 1667

+ 1668 1669 1670 1671 1672Sch. And are you mad good woman? 1673Daugh. I would be sorry else, 1674Give me your hand. 1675Sch. Why? 1676 Daugh. I can tell your fortune. 1677You are a foole: tell ten, I have pozd him: Buz 1678Friend you must eate no white bread, if you doe 1679Your teeth will bleede extreamely, shall we dance ho? 1680I know you, y'ar a Tinker: Sirha Tinker 1681Stop no more holes, but what you should. 1682Sch. Dij boni. A Tinker Damzell? 1683 Daug. Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now, and let him (play 1684 1685 1686 1687Strike up, and leade her in. 1688 2. Come Lasse, lets trip it. 1689Daugh.> Ile leade. (Winde Hornes: 1690 3. Doe, doe. 1691 Sch. Perswasively, and cunningly: away boyes, 1692Ex. all but Schoolemaster. 1693I heare the hornes: give me some 1694Meditation, and marke your Cue; 1695Pallas inspire me. 1696Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite: and traine. 1697Thes. This way the Stag tooke. 1698 Sch. Stay, and edifie. 1699Thes. What have we here? 1700 Per. Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir. 1701Per. Well Sir, goe forward, we will edifie. 1702Ladies sit downe, wee'l stay it. 1703Sch. Thou doughtie Duke all haile: all haile sweet (Ladies. 1704Thes. This is a cold beginning. 1705

+ 1706 1707That ruder Tongues distinguish villager. 1708And to say veritie, and not to fable; 1709We are a merry rout, or else a rable 1710Or company, or by a figure, Choris 1711That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris. 1712And I that am the rectifier of all 1713By title Pedagogus, that let fall 1714The Birch upon the Breeches of the small ones, 1715And humble with a Ferula the tall ones, 1716Doe here present this Machine, or this frame, 1717And daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fame 1718From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar 1719Is blowne abroad; helpe me thy poore well willer, 1720And with thy twinckling eyes, looke right and straight 1721Vpon this mighty Morr = of mickle waight 1722Is = now comes in, which being glewd together 1723Makes Morris, and the cause that we came hether. 1724The body of our sport of no small study 1725I first appeare, though rude, and raw, and muddy, 1726To speake before thy noble grace, this tenner: 1727At whose great feete I offer up my penner. 1728The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright, 1729The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night 1730That seeke out silent hanging: Then mine Host 1731And his fat Spowse, that welcomes to their cost 1732The gauled Traveller, and with a beckning 1733Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning: 1734Then the beast eating Clowne, and next the foole, 1735The Bavian with long tayle, and eke long toole, 1736Cum multis alijs that make a dance, 1737Say I, and all shall presently advance. 1738Thes. I, I by any meanes, deere Domine. 1739Per.> Produce. Musicke Dance. 1740Intrate filij, Come forth, and foot it,+ Knocke for+ Schoole. Enter+ The Dance. 1741Ladies, if we have beene merry 1742And have pleasd thee with a derry, 1743And a derry, and a downe

+ 1744Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne: 1745Duke, if we have pleasd three too 1746And have done as good Boyes should doe, 1747Give us but a tree or twaine 1748For a Maypole, and againe 1749Ere another yeare run out, 1750Wee'l make thee laugh and all this rout. 1751Thes. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart. 1752 Hip. Never so pleasd Sir. 1753Emil. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface 1754I never heard a better. 1755 Thes. Schoolemaster, I thanke you, One see 'em all rewarded. 1756 1757 1758Sch. May the Stag thou huntst stand long, 1759And thy dogs be swift and strong: 1760May they kill him without lets, 1761 1762 1763 + 1764 1765Pal. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith 1766To visit me againe, and with him bring 1767Two Swords, and two good Armors; if he faile 1768He's neither man, nor Souldier; when he left me 1769I did not thinke a weeke could have restord 1770My lost strength to me, I was growne so low, 1771And Crest- falne with my wants: I thanke thee Arcite, 1772Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe 1773With this refreshing, able once againe 1774To out dure danger: To delay it longer 1775 1776 1777And not a Souldier: Therefore this blest morning 1778Shall be the last; and that Sword he refuses, 1779If it but hold, I kill him with; tis Iustice: 1780So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow. 1781Enter Arcite with Armors and Swords.

+ 1782 Arc. Good morrow noble kinesman, 1783Pal. I have put you 1784To too much paines Sir. 1785Arc. That too much faire Cosen, 1786Is but a debt to honour, and my duty. 1787Pal. Would you were so in all Sir; I could wish ye 1788As kinde a kinsman, as you force me finde 1789A beneficiall foe, that my embraces 1790Might thanke ye, not my blowes. 1791Arc. I shall thinke either 1792Well done, a noble recompence. 1793Pal. Then I shall quit you. 1794Arc. Defy me in these faire termes, and you show 1795More then a Mistris to me, no more anger 1796As you love any thing that's honourable; 1797We were not bred to talke man, when we are arm'd 1798And both upon our guards, then let our fury 1799Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us, 1800And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty 1801Truely pertaines (without obbraidings, scornes, 1802Dispisings of our persons, and such powtings 1803Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes) will be seene 1804And quickly, yours, or mine: wilt please you arme Sir, 1805Or if you feele your selfe not fitting yet 1806And furnishd with your old strength, ile stay Cosen 1807And ev'ry day discourse you into health, 1808As I am spard, your person I am friends with, 1809And I could wish I had not saide I lov'd her 1810Though I had dide; But loving such a Lady 1811And justifying my Love, I must not fly from't. 1812Pal. Arcite, thou art so brave an enemy 1813That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee, 1814I am well, and lusty, choose your Armes. 1815Arc. Choose you Sir. 1816Pal. Wilt thou exceede in all, or do'st thou doe it 1817To make me spare thee? 1818Arc. If you thinke so Cosen, 1819You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier.

+ 1820I will not spare you. 1821 Pal. That's well said. 1822 Arc. You'l finde it 1823Pal. Then as I am an honest man and love, 1824With all the justice of affection 1825Ile pay thee soundly: This ile take. 1826 Arc. That's mine then, 1827Ile arme you first. 1828 Pal. Do: pray thee tell me Cosen, 1829Where gotst thou this good Armour. 1830 Arc. Tis the Dukes, 1831And to say true, I stole it; doe I pinch you? 1832 Pal. Noe. 1833Arc. Is't not too heavie? 1834 Pal. I have worne a lighter, 1835But I shall make it serve. 1836Arc. Ile buckl't close. 1837 Pal. By any meanes. 1838Arc. You care not for a Grand guard? 1839Pal. No, no, wee'l use no horses, I perceave 1840You would be faine be at that Fight. 1841Arc. I am indifferent. 1842Pal. Faith so am I: good Cosen, thrust the buckle 1843Through far enough. 1844Arc. I warrant you. 1845 Pal. My Caske now. 1846Arc. Will you fight bare- armd? 1847 Pal. We shall be the nimbler. 1848 1849 1850 Pal. Thanke you Arcite. 1851How doe I looke, am I falne much away? 1852Arc. Faith very little; love has usd you kindly. 1853Pal. Ile warrant thee, Ile strike home. 1854 Arc. Doe, and spare not; 1855Ile give you cause sweet Cosen. 1856 Pal. Now to you Sir, 1857Me thinkes this Armor's very like that, Arcite,

+ 1858Thou wor'st that day the 3. Kings fell, but lighter. 1859Arc. That was a very good one, and that day 1860I well remember, you outdid me Cosen, 1861I never saw such valour: when you chargd 1862Vpon the left wing of the Enemie, 1863I spurd hard to come up, and under me 1864I had a right good horse. 1865Pal. You had indeede 1866A bright Bay I remember. 1867Arc. Yes but all 1868Was vainely labour'd in me, you outwent me, 1869Nor could my wishes reach you; yet a little 1870I did by imitation. 1871Pal. More by vertue, 1872You are modest Cosen. 1873Arc. When I saw you charge first, 1874Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder 1875Breake from the Troope. 1876Pal. But still before that flew 1877The lightning of your valour: Stay a little, 1878Is not this peece too streight? 1879 Arc. No, no, tis well. 1880Pal. I would have nothing hurt thee but my Sword, 1881A bruise would be dishonour. 1882Arc. Now I am perfect. 1883 Pal. Stand off then. 1884Arc. Take my Sword, I hold it better. 1885Pal. I thanke ye: No, keepe it, your life lyes on it, 1886Here's one, if it but hold, I aske no more. 1887For all my hopes: My Cause and honour guard me. 1888Arc. And me my love: Is there ought else to say?+ They bow severall+ wayes:+ then advance+ and stand. 1889Pal. This onely, and no more: Thou art mine Aunts Son. 1890And that blood we desire to shed is mutuall, 1891In me, thine, and in thee, mine: My Sword 1892Is in my hand, and if thou killst me 1893The gods, and I forgive thee; If there be 1894A place prepar'd for those that sleepe in honour, 1895I wish his wearie soule, that falls may win it:

+ 1896Fight bravely Cosen, give me thy noble hand. 1897Arc. Here Palamon: This hand shall never more 1898Come neare thee with such friendship. 1899Pal. I commend thee. 1900Arc. If I fall, curse me, and say I was a coward, 1901For none but such, dare die in these just Tryalls. 1902Once more farewell my Cosen, 1903Pal.> Farewell Arcite. Fight. 1904Hornes within: they stand. 1905Arc. Loe Cosen, loe, our Folly has undon us. 1906 Pal. Why? 1907Arc. This is the Duke, a hunting as I told you, 1908If we be found, we are wretched, O retire 1909For honours sake, and safely presently 1910Into your Bush agen; Sir we shall finde 1911Too many howres to dye in, gentle Cosen: 1912If you be seene you perish instantly 1913For breaking prison, and I, if you reveale me, 1914For my contempt; Then all the world will scorne us, 1915And say we had a noble difference, 1916But base disposers of it. 1917Pal. No, no, Cosen 1918I will no more be hidden, not put off 1919This great adventure to a second Tryall: 1920I know your cunning, and I know your cause, 1921He that faints now, shame take him, put thy selfe 1922Vpon thy present guard. 1923 Arc. You are not mad? 1924Pal. Or I will make th' advantage of this howre 1925Mine owne, and what to come shall threaten me, 1926I feare lesse then my fortune: know weake Cosen 1927I love Emilia, and in that ile bury 1928Thee, and all crosses else. 1929Arc. Then come, what can come 1930Thou shalt know Palamon, I dare as well 1931Die, as discourse, or sleepe: Onely this feares me, 1932The law will have the honour of our ends. 1933Have at thy life.

+ 1934 Pal. Looke to thine owne well Arcite. 1935Fight againe. Hornes. 1936Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Emilia, Perithous and traine. 1937Theseus. What ignorant and mad malicious Traitors, 1938Are you? That gainst the tenor of my Lawes 1939Are making Battaile, thus like Knights appointed, 1940Without my leave, and Officers of Armes? 1941By Castor both shall dye. 1942 Pal. Hold thy word Theseus, 1943We are certainly both Traitors, both despisers 1944Of thee, and of thy goodnesse: I am Palamon 1945That cannot love thee, he that broke thy Prison, 1946Thinke well, what that deserves; and this is Arcite 1947A bolder Traytor never trod thy ground 1948A Falser neu'r seem'd friend: This is the man 1949Was begd and banish'd, this is he contemnes thee 1950And what thou dar'st doe; and in this disguise 1951Against this owne Edict followes thy Sister, 1952That fortunate bright Star, the faire Emilia 1953Whose servant, (if there be a right in seeing, 1954And first bequeathing of the soule to) justly 1955I am, and which is more, dares thinke her his. 1956This treacherie like a most trusty Lover, 1957I call'd him now to answer; if thou bee'st 1958As thou art spoken, great and vertuous, 1959The true descider of all injuries, 1960Say, Fight againe, and thou shalt see me Theseus 1961Doe such a Iustice, thou thy selfe wilt envie, 1962Then take my life, Ile wooe thee too't. 1963Per. O heaven, 1964What more then man is this! 1965Thes. I have sworne. 1966 Arc. We seeke not 1967Thy breath of mercy Theseus, Tis to me 1968A thing as soone to dye, as thee to say it, 1969And no more mov'd: where this man calls me Traitor, 1970Let me say thus much; if in love be Treason, 1971In service of so excellent a Beutie,

+ 1972As I love most, and in that faith will perish, 1973As I have brought my life here to confirme it, 1974As I have serv'd her truest, worthiest, 1975As I dare kill this Cosen, that denies it, 1976So let me be most Traitor, and ye please me: 1977For scorning thy Edict Duke, aske that Lady 1978Why she is faire, and why her eyes command me 1979Stay here to love her; and if she say Traytor, 1980I am a villaine fit to lye unburied. 1981Pal. Thou shalt have pitty of us both, o Theseus, 1982If unto neither thou shew mercy, stop, 1983(As thou art just) thy noble eare against us, 1984As thou art valiant; for thy Cosens soule 1985Whose 12. strong labours crowne his memory, 1986Lets die together, at one instant Duke, 1987Onely a little let him fall before me, 1988That I may tell my Soule he shall not have her. 1989Thes. I grant your wish, for to say true, your Cosen 1990Has ten times more offended, for I gave him 1991More mercy then you found, Sir, your offenses 1992Being no more then his: None here speake for 'em 1993For ere the Sun set, both shall sleepe for ever. 1994Hipol. Alas the pitty, now or never Sister 1995Speake not to be denide; That face of yours 1996Will beare the curses else of after ages 1997For these lost Cosens. 1998Emil. In my face deare Sister 1999I finde no anger to 'em; nor no ruyn, 2000The misadventure of their owne eyes kill 'em; 2001Yet that I will be woman, and have pitty, 2002My knees shall grow to'th ground but Ile get mercie. 2003Helpe me deare Sister, in a deede so vertuous, 2004The powers of all women will be with us, 2005Most royall Brother. 2006Hipol. Sir by our tye of Marriage. 2007Emil. By your owne spotlesse honour. 2008Hip. By that faith, 2009That faire hand, and that honest heart you gave me.

+ 2010 Emil. By that you would have pitty in another, 2011By your owne vertues infinite. 2012Hip. By valour, 2013By all the chaste nights I have ever pleasd you. 2014Thes. These are strange Conjurings. 2015 Per. Nay then Ile in too: By all our friendship Sir, by all (our dangers, 2016 2017Emil. By that you would have trembled to deny 2018A blushing Maide. 2019Hip. By your owne eyes: By strength 2020In which you swore I went beyond all women, 2021Almost all men, and yet I yeelded Theseus. 2022Per. To crowne all this; By your most noble soule 2023Which cannot want due mercie, I beg first. 2024Hip. Next heare my prayers. 2025Emil. Last let me intreate Sir. 2026 Per. For mercy. 2027Hip. Mercy. 2028 Emil. Mercy on these Princes. 2029Thes. Ye make my faith reele: Say I felt 2030Compassion to 'em both, how would you place it? 2031Emil. Vpon their lives: But with their banishments. 2032Thes. You are a right woman, Sister; you have pitty, 2033But want the vnderstanding where to use it. 2034If you desire their lives, invent a way 2035Safer then banishment: Can these two live 2036And have the agony of love about 'em, 2037And not kill one another? Every day 2038They'ld fight about you; howrely bring your honour 2039In publique question with their Swords; Be wise then 2040And here forget 'em; it concernes your credit, 2041And my oth equally: I have said they die, 2042Better they fall by'th law, then one another. 2043Bow not my honor. 2044 Emil. O my noble Brother, 2045That oth was rashly made, and in your anger, 2046Your reason will not hold it, if such vowes 2047Stand for expresse will, all the world must perish.

+ 2048Beside, I have another oth, gainst yours 2049Of more authority, I am sure more love, 2050Not made in passion neither, but good heede. 2051Thes. What is it Sister? 2052 Per. Vrge it home brave Lady. 2053Emil. That you would nev'r deny me any thing 2054Fit for my modest suit, and your free granting: 2055I tye you to your word now, if ye fall in't, 2056Thinke how you maime your honour; 2057(For now I am set a begging Sir, I am deafe 2058To all but your compassion) how their lives 2059Might breed the ruine of my name; Opinion, 2060Shall any thing that loves me perish for me? 2061That were a cruell wisedome, doe men proyne 2062 2063 2064The goodly Mothers that have groand for these, 2065And all the longing Maides that ever lov'd, 2066If your vow stand, shall curse me and my Beauty, 2067And in their funerall songs, for these two Cosens 2068Despise my crueltie, and cry woe worth me, 2069Till I am nothing but the scorne of women; 2070For heavens sake save their lives, and banish 'em. 2071Thes. On what conditions? 2072 Emil. Sweare 'em never more 2073To make me their Contention, or to know me, 2074To tread upon thy Dukedome, and to be 2075 2076 2077Before I take this oth, forget I love her? 2078O all ye gods dispise me then: Thy Banishment 2079I not mislike, so we may fairely carry 2080Our Swords, and cause along: else never trifle, 2081But take our lives Duke, I must love and will, 2082And for that love, must and dare kill this Cosen 2083On any peece the earth has. 2084Thes. Will you Arcite 2085Take these conditions?

+ 2086 Pal. He's a villaine then. 2087 Per. These are men. 2088 2089 2090I never shall enjoy her, yet ile preserve 2091The honour of affection, and dye for her, 2092Make death a Devill. 2093 2094 2095 2096 2097Content to take th' other to your husband? 2098They cannot both enjoy you; They are Princes 2099As goodly as your owne eyes, and as noble 2100As ever fame yet spoke of; looke upon 'em, 2101And if you can love, end this difference, 2102I give consent, are you content too Princes? 2103 Both. With all our soules. 2104Thes. He that she refuses 2105Must dye then. 2106Both. Any death thou canst invent Duke. 2107Pal. If I fall from that mouth, I fall with favour, 2108And Lovers yet unborne shall blesse my ashes. 2109Arc. If she refuse me, yet my grave will wed me, 2110And Souldiers sing my Epitaph. 2111Thes. Make choice then. 2112Emil. I cannot Sir, they are both too excellent 2113For me, a hayre shall never fall of these men. 2114Hip. What will become of 'em? 2115 Thes. Thus I ordaine it, 2116And by mine honor, once againe it stands, 2117Or both shall dye. You shall both to your Countrey, 2118And each within this moneth accompanied 2119With three faire Knights, appeare againe in this place, 2120In which Ile plant a Pyramid; and whether 2121Before us that are here, can force his Cosen 2122By fayre and knightly strength to touch the Pillar, 2123He shall enjoy her: the other loose his head,

+ 2124And all his friends; Nor shall he grudge to fall, 2125Nor thinke he dies with interest in this Lady: 2126Will this content yee? 2127 Pal. Yes: here Cosen Arcite 2128I am friends againe, till that howre. 2129Arc. I embrace ye. 2130Thes. Are you content Sister? 2131 Emil. Yes, I must Sir, 2132Els both miscarry. 2133Thes. Come shake hands againe then, 2134And take heede, as you are Gentlemen, this Quarrell 2135Sleepe till the howre prefixt, and hold your course. 2136Pal. We dare not faile thee Theseus. 2137Thes. Come, Ile give ye 2138Now usage like to Princes, and to Friends: 2139When ye returne, who wins, Ile settle heere, 2140Who looses, yet Ile weepe upon his Beere. Exeunt. + ShaTNKQ4.141 2141Actus Quartus. 2142Scaena 1.> Enter Iailor, and his friend. 2143Iailor. Heare you no more, was nothing saide of me 2144Concerning the escape of Palamon? 2145Good Sir remember. 2146 1.Fr. Nothing that I heard, 2147For I came home before the busines 2148Was fully ended: Yet I might perceive 2149Ere I departed, a great likelihood 2150Of both their pardons: For Hipolita, 2151And faire- eyd Emilie, upon their knees 2152Begd with such hansom pitty, that the Duke 2153Me thought stood staggering, whether he should follow 2154His rash oth, or the sweet compassion 2155Of those two Ladies; and to second them, 2156That truely noble Prince Perithous 2157Halfe his owne heart, set in too, that I hope 2158All shall be well: Neither heard I one question

+ 2159Of your name, or his scape. Enter 2. Friend. 2160Iay. Pray heaven it hold so. 2161 2. Fr. Be of good comfort man; I bring you newes, 2162Good newes. 2163 Iay. They are welcome, 2164 2.Fr. Palamon has cleerd you, 2165And got your pardon, and discoverd 2166 2167 2168Not to be held ungratefull to her goodnes, 2169Has given a summe of money to her Marriage, 2170A large one ile assure you. 2171Iay. Ye are a good man 2172And ever bring good newes. 2173 1.Fr. How was it ended? 2174 2.Fr. Why, as it should be; they that nev'r begd 2175But they prevaild, had their suites fairely granted, 2176The prisoners have their lives. 2177 1.Fr. I knew t'would be so. 2178 2179 2180Iay. I hope they are good. 2181 2.Fr. They are honourable, 2182How good they'l prove, I know not. 2183Enter Wooer. 2184 1.Fr. T'will be knowne. 2185Woo. Alas Sir, wher's your Daughter? 2186 Iay. Why doe you aske? 2187Woo. O Sir when did you see her? 2188 2.Fr. How he lookes? 2189 Iay. This morning. 2190 (she sleepe? 2191 2192Iay. I doe not thinke she was very well, for now 2193You make me minde her, but this very day 2194I ask'd her questions, and she answered me 2195So farre from what she was, so childishly. 2196So sillily, as if she were a foole,

+ 2197An Inocent, and I was very angry. 2198But what of her Sir? 2199 2200 2201As by an other that lesse loves her: 2202Iay. Well Sir. 2203 1.Fr. Not right? 2204 2.Fr.> Not well? = Wooer. No Sir not well. 2205Woo. Tis too true, she is mad. 2206 1.Fr. It cannot be. 2207Woo. Beleeve you'l finde it so. 2208Iay. I halfe suspected 2209What you told me: the gods comfort her: 2210Either this was her love to Palamon, 2211Or feare of my miscarrying on his scape, 2212Or both. 2213Woo. Tis likely. 2214 Iay. But why all this haste Sir? 2215Woo. Ile tell you quickly. As I late was angling 2216In the great Lake that lies behind the Pallace, 2217From the far shore, thicke set with reedes, and Sedges, 2218As patiently I was attending sport, 2219I heard a voyce, a shrill one, and attentive 2220I gave my eare, when I might well perceive 2221T'was one that sung, and by the smallnesse of it 2222A boy or woman. I then left my angle 2223To his owne skill, came neere, but yet perceivd not 2224Who made the sound; the rushes, and the Reeds 2225Had so encompast it: I laide me downe 2226And listned to the words she song, for then 2227Through a small glade cut by the Fisher men, 2228I saw it was your Daughter. 2229Iay. Pray goe on Sir? 2230 2231 2232Is gone to'th wood to gather Mulberies, 2233Ile finde him out to morrow. 2234 1.Fr. Pretty soule. 2235Woo. His shackles will betray him, hee'l be taken,

+ 2236And what shall I doe then? Ile bring a beavy, 2237A hundred blacke eyd Maides, that love as I doe 2238With Chaplets on their heads of Daffadillies, 2239With cherry- lips, and cheekes of Damaske Roses, 2240And all wee'l daunce an Antique fore the Duke, 2241And beg his pardon; Then she talk'd of you Sir; 2242That you must loose your head to morrow morning, 2243And she must gather flowers to bury you, 2244And see the house made handsome, then she sung 2245Nothing but Willow, willow, willow, and betweene 2246Ever was, Palamon, faire Palamon, 2247And Palamon, was a tall yong man. The place 2248Was knee deepe where she sat; her careles Tresses, 2249A wreake of bull- rush rounded; about her stucke 2250Thousand fresh water flowers of severall cullors. 2251That me thought she appeard like the faire Nimph 2252That feedes the lake with waters, or as Iris 2253Newly dropt downe from heaven; Rings she made 2254Of rushes that grew by, and to 'em spoke 2255The prettiest posies: Thus our true love's tide, 2256This you may loose, not me, and many a one: 2257And then she wept, and sung againe, and sigh'd, 2258And with the same breath smil'd, and kist her hand. 2259 2.Fr. Alas what pitty it is? 2260Wooer. I made in to her. 2261She saw me, and straight sought the flood, I sav'd her, 2262And set her safe to land: when presently 2263She slipt away, and to the Citty made, 2264With such a cry, and swiftnes, that beleeve me 2265Shee left me farre behinde her; three, or foure, 2266I saw from farre off crosse her, one of 'em 2267I knew to be your brother, where she staid, 2268And fell, scarce to be got away: I left them with her. 2269Enter Brother, Daughter, and others. 2270And hether came to tell you: Here they are. 2271Daugh. May you never more enjoy the light, &c. 2272Is not this a fine Song? 2273 Bro. O a very fine one.

+ 2274 Daugh. I can sing twenty more. 2275 Bro. I thinke you can, 2276Daugh. Yes truely can I, I can sing the Broome, 2277And Bony Robin. Are not you a tailour? 2278 Bro. Yes, 2279Daugh. Wher's my wedding Gowne? 2280 Bro. Ile bring it to morrow. 2281Daugh. Doe, very rarely, I must be abroad else 2282To call the Maides, and pay the Minstrels 2283For I must loose my Maydenhead by cocklight 2284Twill never thrive else. 2285O faire, oh sweete, &c. Singes. 2286Bro. You must ev'n take it patiently. 2287 Iay. Tis true, 2288 2289 2290 Iay. Yes wench we know him. 2291Daugh. Is't not a fine yong Gentleman? 2292 Iay. Tis, Love. 2293Bro. By no meane crosse her, she is then distemperd 2294For worse then now she showes. 2295 1.Fr. Yes, he's a fine man. 2296Daugh. O, is he so? you have a Sister. 2297 1.Fr. Yes. 2298Daugh. But she shall never have him, tell her so, 2299For a tricke that I know, y'had best looke to her, 2300For if she see him once, she's gone, she's done, 2301And undon in an howre. All the young Maydes 2302Of our Towne are in love with him, but I laugh at'em 2303And let 'em all alone, Is't not a wise course? 2304 1.Fr. Yes. 2305 Daugh. There is at least two hundred now with child (by him, 2306 2307Close as a Cockle; and all these must be Boyes, 2308He has the tricke on't, and at ten yeares old 2309They must be all gelt for Musitians, 2310And sing the wars of Theseus. 2311 2.Fr. This is strange.

+ 2312 Daugh. As ever you heard, but say nothing. 2313 1. Fr. No. 2314 2315 2316As twenty to dispatch, hee'l tickl't up 2317In two howres, if his hand be in. 2318Iay. She's lost 2319Past all cure. 2320Bro. Heaven forbid man. 2321Daugh. Come hither, you are a wise man. 2322 1.Fr. Do's she know him? 2323 1. Fr. No, would she did. 2324Daugh. You are master of a Ship? 2325 Iay. Yes. 2326Daugh. Wher's your Compasse? 2327 Iay. Heere. 2328Daugh. Set it too'th North. 2329 2330 2331Let me alone; Come waygh my hearts, cheerely. 2332 2333 2334Whistle Master? 2335Bro. Lets get her in. 2336Iay. Vp to the top Boy. 2337Bro. Wher's the Pilot? 2338 1. Fr. Heere, 2339Daugh. What ken'st thou? 2340 2. Fr. A faire wood. 2341Daugh.> Beare for it master: take about: Singes. 2342When Cinthia with her borrowed light, &c. Exeunt. + 2343Scaena 2.> Enter Emilia alone, with 2. Pictures. 2344 2345 2346And end their strife: Two such yong hansom men 2347Shall never fall for me, their weeping Mothers, 2348Following the dead cold ashes of their Sonnes 2349Shall never curse my cruelty: Good heaven,

+ 2350What a sweet face has Arcite? If wise nature 2351With all her best endowments, all those beuties 2352She sowes into the birthes of noble bodies, 2353Were here a mortall woman, and had in her 2354The coy denialls of yong Maydes, yet doubtles, 2355She would run mad for this man: what an eye? 2356Of what a fyry sparkle, and quick sweetnes, 2357Has this yong Prince? Here Love himselfe sits smyling, 2358Iust such another wanton Ganimead, 2359Set Love a fire with, and enforcd the god 2360Snatch up the goodly Boy, and set him by him 2361A shining constellation: What a brow, 2362Of what a spacious Majesty he carries? 2363Arch'd like the great eyd Iuno's, but far sweeter, 2364Smoother then Pelops Shoulder? Fame and honour 2365Me thinks from hence, as from a Promontory 2366Pointed in heaven, should clap their wings, and sing 2367To all the under world, the Loves, and Fights 2368Of gods, and such men neere 'em. Palamon, 2369Is but his foyle, to him, a meere dull shadow, 2370Hee's swarth, and meagre, of an eye as heavy 2371As if he had lost his mother; a still temper, 2372No stirring in him, no alacrity, 2373Of all this sprightly sharpenes, not a smile; 2374Yet these that we count errours may become him: 2375Narcissus was a sad Boy, but a heavenly: 2376Oh who can finde the bent of womans fancy? 2377I am a Foole, my reason is lost in me, 2378I have no choice, and I have ly'd so lewdly 2379That women ought to beate me. On my knees 2380I aske thy pardon: Palamon, thou art alone, 2381And only beutifull, and these the eyes, 2382These the bright lamps of beauty, that command 2383And threaten Love, and what yong Mayd dare crosse 'em 2384What a bold gravity, and yet inviting 2385Has this browne manly face? O Love, this only 2386From this howre is Complexion: Lye there Arcite, 2387Thou art a changling to him, a meere Gipsey.

+ 2388And this the noble Bodie: I am sotted, 2389Vtterly lost: My Virgins faith has fled me. 2390For if my brother but even now had ask'd me 2391Whether I lov'd, I had run mad for Arcite, 2392Now if my Sister; More for Palamon, 2393Stand both together: Now, come aske me Brother, 2394Alas, I know not: aske me now sweet Sister, 2395I may goe looke; What a meere child is Fancie, 2396That having two faire gawdes of equall sweetnesse, 2397Cannot distinguish, but must crie for both. 2398Enter Emil. and Gent. 2399Emil. How now Sir? 2400Gent. From the Noble Duke your Brother 2401Madam, I bring you newes: The Knights are come. 2402Emil. To end the quarrell? 2403 Gent. Yes. 2404Emil. Would I might end first: 2405What sinnes have I committed, chast Diana, 2406That my unspotted youth must now be soyld 2407With blood of Princes? and my Chastitie 2408Be made the Altar, where the lives of Lovers, 2409Two greater, and two better never yet 2410Made mothers joy, must be the sacrifice 2411To my unhappy Beautie? 2412Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Perithous and attendants. 2413Theseus. Bring 'em in quickly, 2414By any meanes, I long to see 'em. 2415Your two contending Lovers are return'd, 2416And with them their faire Knights: Now my faire Sister, 2417You must love one of them. 2418 Emil. I had rather both, 2419So neither for my sake should fall untimely 2420Enter Messengers. Curtis. 2421Thes. Who saw 'em 2422 Per. I a while. 2423 Gent. And I. 2424Thes. From whence come you Sir? 2425 Mess. From the Knights.

+ 2426 Thes. Pray speake 2427You that have seene them, what they are. 2428Mess. I will Sir. 2429And truly what I thinke: Six braver spirits 2430Then these they have brought, (if we judge by the outside) 2431I never saw, nor read of. He that stands 2432In the first place with Arcite, by his seeming 2433Should be a stout man, by his face a Prince, 2434(His very lookes so say him) his complexion, 2435Nearer a browne, than blacke; sterne, and yet noble, 2436Which shewes him hardy, fearelesse, proud of dangers: 2437The circles of his eyes show faire within him, 2438And as a heated Lyon, so he lookes; 2439His haire hangs long behind him, blacke and shining 2440Like Ravens wings: his shoulders broad, and strong, 2441Armd long and round, and on his Thigh a Sword 2442Hung by a curious Bauldricke; when he frownes 2443To seale his will with, better o'my conscience 2444Was never Souldiers friend. 2445Thes. Thou ha'st well describde him, 2446Per. Yet a great deale short 2447Me thinkes, of him that's first with Palamon. 2448Thes. Pray speake him friend. 2449Per. I ghesse he is a Prince too, 2450And if it may be, greater; for his show 2451Has all the ornament of honour in't: 2452Hee's somewhat bigger, then the Knight he spoke of, 2453But of a face far sweeter; His complexion 2454Is (as a ripe grape) ruddy: he has felt 2455Without doubt what he fights for, and so apter 2456To make this cause his owne: In's face appeares 2457All the faire hopes of what he undertakes, 2458And when he's angry, then a setled valour 2459(Not tainted with extreames) runs through his body, 2460And guides his arme to brave things: Feare he cannot, 2461He shewes no such soft temper, his head's yellow, 2462Hard hayr'd, and curld, thicke twind like Ivy tops, 2463Not to undoe with thunder; In his face

+ 2464The liverie of the warlike Maide appeares, 2465Pure red, and white, for yet no beard has blest him. 2466And in his rowling eyes, sits victory, 2467As if she ever ment to corect his valour: 2468His Nose stands high, a Character of honour. 2469His red lips, after fights, are fit for Ladies. 2470Emil. Must these men die too? 2471 Per. When he speakes, his tongue 2472Sounds like a Trumpet; All his lyneaments 2473Are as a man would wish 'em, strong, and cleane, 2474He weares a well- steeld Axe, the staffe of gold, 2475His age some five and twenty. 2476Mess. Ther's another, 2477A little man, but of a tough soule, seeming 2478As great as any: fairer promises 2479In such a Body, yet I never look'd on. 2480Per. O, he that's freckle fac'd? 2481 Mess. The same my Lord, 2482Are they not sweet ones? 2483 Per. Yes they are well. 2484Mess. Me thinkes, 2485Being so few, and well disposd, they show 2486Great, and fine art in nature, he's white hair'd, 2487Not wanton white, but such a manly colour 2488Next to an aborne, tough, and nimble set, 2489Which showes an active soule; his armes are brawny 2490Linde with strong sinewes: To the shoulder peece, 2491Gently they swell, like women new conceav'd, 2492Which speakes him prone to labour, never fainting 2493Vnder the waight of Armes; stout harted, still, 2494But when he stirs, a Tiger; he's gray eyd, 2495Which yeelds compassion where he conquers: sharpe 2496To spy advantages, and where he finds 'em, 2497He's swift to make 'em his: He do's no wrongs, 2498Nor takes none; he's round fac'd, and when he smiles 2499He showes a Lover, when he frownes, a Souldier: 2500About his head he weares the winners oke, 2501And in it stucke the favour of his Lady:

+ 2502His age, some six and thirtie. In his hand 2503He beares a charging Staffe, embost with silver. 2504Thes. Are they all thus? 2505 Per. They are all the sonnes of honour. 2506Thes. Now as I have a soule I long to see 'em. 2507Lady you shall see men fight now. 2508 Hip. I wish it, 2509But not the cause my Lord; They would show 2510Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdomes; 2511Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous: 2512O my soft harted Sister, what thinke you? 2513Weepe not, till they weepe blood; Wench it must be. 2514 Thes. You have steel'd 'em with your Beautie: honord (Friend, 2515 2516Fitting the persons that must use it. 2517 Per. Yes Sir. 2518Thes. Come, Ile goe visit 'em: I cannot stay, 2519Their fame has fir'd me so; Till they appeare, 2520Good Friend be royall. 2521Per. There shall want no bravery. 2522Emilia. Poore wench goe weepe, for whosoever wins, 2523Looses a noble Cosen, for thy sins. Exeunt. + 2524Scaena 3.> Enter Iailor, Wooer, Doctor. 2525 2526 2527Iay. She is continually in a harmelesse distemper, sleepes 2528Little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, 2529Dreaming of another world, and a better; and what 2530Broken peece of matter so'ere she's about, the name 2531Palamon lardes it, that she farces ev'ry busines 2532Enter Daughter. 2533Withall, fyts it to every question; Looke where 2534Shee comes, you shall perceive her behaviour. 2535 2536 2537Giraldo, Emilias Schoolemaster; he's as 2538Fantasticall too, as ever he may goe upon's legs, 2539For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and

+ 2540Then will she be out of love with Eneas. 2541Doct. What stuff's here? pore soule. 2542 Ioy. Ev'n thus all day long. 2543 2544 2545Or no ferry: then if it be your chance to come where 2546The blessed spirits, as ther's a sight now; we maids 2547That have our Lyvers, perish'd, crakt to peeces with 2548Love, we shall come there, and doe nothing all day long 2549But picke flowers with Proserpine, then will I make 2550Palamon a Nosegay, then let him marke me, = then. 2551 2552 2553 2554Thother place, such burning, frying, boyling, hissing, 2555Howling, chattring, cursing, oh they have shrowd 2556Measure, take heede; if one be mad, or hang or 2557Drowne themselves, thither they goe, Iupiter blesse 2558Vs, and there shall we be put in a Caldron of 2559Lead, and Vsurers grease, amongst a whole million of 2560Cutpurses, and there boyle like a Gamon of Bacon 2561That will never be enough. Exit. 2562Doct. How her braine coynes? 2563 2564 2565 2566 2567 2568 2569 2570 2571 2572 2573 2574 2575 2576 2577Sings. I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c. + Exit. Daugh.

+ 2578 Iay. What thinke you of her Sir? 2579 (minister to. 2580 2581 Doct. Vnderstand you, she ever affected any man, ere 2582She beheld Palamon? 2583Iay. I was once Sir, in great hope, she had fixd her 2584Liking on this gentleman my friend. 2585Woo. I did thinke so too, and would account I had a (great 2586Pen- worth on't, to give halfe my state, that both 2587She and I at this present, stood unfainedly on the 2588Same tearmes. 2589 2590 2591Execute their preordaind faculties, but they are 2592Now in a most extravagant vagary. This you 2593Must doe, Confine her to a place, where the light 2594May rather seeme to steale in, then be permitted; take 2595Vpon you (yong Sir her friend) the name of 2596Palamon, say you come to eate with her, and to 2597Commune of Love; this will catch her attention, for 2598This her minde beates upon; other objects that are 2599Inserted tweene her minde and eye, become the prankes 2600And friskins of her madnes; Sing to her, such greene 2601Songs of Love, as she sayes Palamon hath sung in 2602Prison; Come to her, stucke in as sweet flowers, as the 2603Season is mistres of, and thereto make an addition of 2604Som other compounded odours, which are grateful to the 2605Sence: all this shall become Palamon, for Palamon can 2606Sing, and Palamon is sweet, and ev'ry good thing, desire 2607To eate with her, crave her, drinke to her, and still 2608Among, intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance 2609Into her favour: Learne what Maides have beene her 2610Companions, and play- pheeres, and let them repaire to 2611Her with Palamon in their mouthes, and appeare with 2612Tokens, as if they suggested for him, It is a falsehood 2613She is in, which is with falsehoods to be combated. 2614This may bring her to eate, to sleepe, and reduce what's 2615Now out of square in her, into their former law, and

+ 2616Regiment; I have seene it approved, how many times 2617I know not, but to make the number more, I have 2618Great hope in this. I will betweene the passages of 2619This project, come in with my applyance: Let us 2620 2621 + ShaTNKQ5.151 2622Actus Quintus. 2623 Scaena 1.> Enter Thesius, Perithous, Hipolita, attendants. 2624 2625Tender their holy prayers: Let the Temples 2626Burne bright with sacred fires, and the Altars 2627In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense 2628To those above us: Let no due be wanting, 2629Florish of Cornets. 2630They have a noble worke in hand, will honour 2631The very powers that love 'em. 2632Enter Palamon and Arcite, and their Knights. 2633Per. Sir they enter. 2634Thes. You valiant and strong harted Enemies 2635You royall German foes, that this day come 2636To blow that nearenesse out that flames betweene ye; 2637Lay by your anger for an houre, and dove- like 2638Before the holy Altars of your helpers 2639(The all feard gods) bow downe your stubborne bodies, 2640Your ire is more than mortall; So your helpe be, 2641And as the gods regard ye, fight with Iustice, 2642Ile leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye 2643I part my wishes. 2644Per. Honour crowne the worthiest. 2645Exit Theseus, and his traine. 2646Pal. The glasse is running now that cannot finish 2647Till one of us expire: Thinke you but thus, 2648That were there ought in me which strove to show 2649Mine enemy in this businesse, wer't one eye 2650Against another: Arme opprest by Arme:

+ 2651I would destroy th 'offender, Coz, I would 2652Though parcell of my selfe: Then from this gather 2653How I should tender you. 2654 Arc. I am in labour 2655To push your name, your auncient love, our kindred 2656Out of my memory; and i'th selfe same place 2657To seate something I would confound: So hoyst we 2658The sayles, that must these vessells port even where 2659The heavenly Lymiter pleases. 2660Pal. You speake well; 2661Before I turne, Let me embrace thee Cosen 2662This I shall never doe agen. 2663Arc. One farewell. 2664 Pal. Why let it be so: Farewell Coz. 2665Exeunt Palamon and his Knights. 2666Arc. Farewell Sir; 2667Knights, Kinsemen, Lovers, yea my Sacrifices 2668True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you 2669Expells the seedes of feare, and th' apprehension 2670Which still is farther off it, Goe with me 2671Before the god of our profession: There 2672Require of him the hearts of Lyons, and 2673The breath of Tigers, yea the fearcenesse too, 2674Yea the speed also, to goe on, I meane: 2675Else wish we to be Snayles; you know my prize 2676Must be drag'd out of blood, force and great feate 2677Must put my Garland on, where she stickes 2678The Queene of Flowers: our intercession then 2679Must be to him that makes the Campe, a Cestron 2680Brymd with the blood of men: give me your aide 2681And bend your spirits towards him. They kneele. 2682Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turnd 2683Greene Neptune into purple. 2684Comets prewarne, whose havocke in vaste Feild 2685Vnearthed skulls proclaime, whose breath blowes downe, 2686The teeming Ceres foyzon, who dost plucke 2687With hand armenypotent from forth blew clowdes, 2688The masond Turrets, that both mak'st, and break'st

+ 2689The stony girthes of Citties: me thy puple, 2690Yongest follower of thy Drom, instruct this day 2691With military skill, that to thy lawde 2692I may advance my Streamer, and by thee, 2693Be stil'd the Lord o'th day, give me great Mars 2694Some token of thy pleasure. 2695 Here they fall on their faces as formerly, and there is heard 2696 2697 2698 2699Shaker of ore- rank States, thou grand decider 2700Of dustie, and old tytles, that healst with blood 2701The earth when it is sicke, and curst the world 2702O'th pluresie of people; I doe take 2703Thy signes auspiciously, and in thy name 2704To my designe; march boldly, let us goe. Exeunt. 2705 2706 2707To daie extinct; our argument is love, 2708Which if the goddesse of it grant, she gives 2709Victory too, then blend your spirits with mine, 2710You, whose free noblenesse doe make my cause 2711Your personall hazard; to the goddesse Venus 2712Commend we our proceeding, and implore 2713Her power unto our partie. Here they kneele as formerly. 2714Haile Soveraigne Queene of secrets, who hast power 2715To call the feircest Tyrant from his rage; 2716And weepe unto a Girle; that ha'st the might 2717Even with an ey- glance, to choke Marsis Drom 2718And turne th' allarme to whispers, that canst make 2719A Criple florish with his Crutch, and cure him 2720Before Apollo; that may'st force the King 2721To be his subjects vassaile, and induce 2722Stale gravitie to daunce, the pould Bachelour 2723Whose youth like wanton Boyes through Bonfyres 2724Have skipt thy flame, at seaventy, thou canst catch 2725And make him to the scorne of his hoarse throate

+ 2726Abuse yong laies of love; what godlike power 2727Hast thou not power upon? To Phaebus thou 2728Add'st flames, hotter then his the heavenly fyres 2729Did scortch his mortall Son, thine him; the huntresse 2730All moyst and cold, some say began to throw 2731Her Bow away, and sigh: take to thy grace 2732Me thy vowd Souldier, who doe beare thy yoke 2733As t'wer a wreath of Roses, yet is heavier 2734Then Lead it selfe, stings more than Nettles; 2735I have never beene foule mouthd against thy law, 2736Nev'r reveald secret, for I knew none; would not 2737Had I kend all that were; I never practised 2738Vpon mans wife, nor would the Libells reade 2739Of liberall wits: I never at great feastes 2740Sought to betray a Beautie, but have blush'd 2741At simpring Sirs that did: I have beene harsh 2742To large Confessors, and have hotly ask'd them 2743If they had Mothers, I had one, a woman, 2744And women t'wer they wrong'd. I knew a man 2745Of eightie winters, this I told them, who 2746A Lasse of foureteene brided; twas thy power 2747To put life into dust, the aged Crampe 2748Had screw'd his square foote round, 2749The Gout had knit his fingers into knots, 2750Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes, 2751Had almost drawne their spheeres, that what was life 2752In him seem'd torture: this Anatomie 2753Had by his yong faire pheare a Boy, and I 2754Beleev'd it was his, for she swore it was, 2755And who would not beleeve her? briefe I am 2756To those that prate and have done; no Companion 2757To those that boast and have not; a defyer 2758To those that would and cannot; a Rejoycer, 2759Yea him I doe not love, that tells close offices 2760The fowlest way, nor names concealements in 2761The boldest language, such a one I am, 2762And vow that lover never yet made sigh 2763Truer then I. O then most soft sweet goddesse

+ 2764Give me the victory of this question, which 2765Is true loves merit, and blesse me with a signe 2766Of thy great pleasure. 2767 2768 2769Pal. O thou that from eleven, to ninetie raign'st 2770In mortall bosomes, whose chase is this world 2771And we in heards thy game; I give thee thankes 2772For this faire Token, which being layd unto 2773Mine innocent true heart, armes in assurance They bow. 2774My body to this businesse: Let us rise 2775And bow before the goddesse: Time comes on. Exeunt. 2776Still Musicke of Records. 2777 Enter Emilia in white, her haire about her shoulders, a wheaten 2778 2779 2780 2781 2782 2783 2784 2785Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure 2786As windefand Snow, who to thy femall knights 2787Alow'st no more blood than will make a blush, 2788Which is their orders robe. I heere thy Priest 2789Am humbled fore thine Altar, O vouchsafe 2790With that thy rare greene eye, which never yet 2791Beheld thing maculate, looke on thy virgin, 2792And sacred silver Mistris, lend thine eare 2793(Which nev'r heard scurrill terme, into whose port 2794Ne're entred wanton sound,) to my petition 2795Seasond with holy feare; This is my last 2796Of vestall office, I am bride habited, 2797But mayden harted, a husband I have pointed, 2798But doe not know him out of two, I should 2799Choose one, and pray for his successe, but I 2800Am guiltlesse of election of mine eyes, 2801Were I to loose one, they are equall precious,

+ 2802I could doombe neither, that which perish'd should 2803Goe too't unsentenc'd: Therefore most modest Queene, 2804He of the two Pretenders, that best loves me 2805And has the truest title in't, Let him 2806Take off my wheaten Gerland, or else grant 2807The fyle and qualitie I hold, I may 2808Continue in thy Band. 2809 2810 2811See what our Generall of Ebbs and Flowes 2812Out from the bowells of her holy Altar 2813With sacred act advances: But one Rose, 2814If well inspird, this Battaile shal confound 2815Both these brave Knights, and I a virgin flowre 2816Must grow alone unpluck'd. 2817 2818 2819The flowre is falne, the Tree descends: O Mistris 2820Thou here dischargest me, I shall be gather'd, 2821I thinke so, but I know not thine owne will; 2822Vnclaspe thy Misterie: I hope she's pleas'd, 2823Her Signes were gratious. 2824They curtsey and Exeunt. + 2825 2826 2827 2828 2829 2830 2831Would eate, and when I would kisse her: I told her 2832Presently, and kist her twice. 2833Doct. Twas well done; twentie times had bin far better, 2834For there the cure lies mainely. 2835Wooer. Then she told me 2836She would watch with me to night, for well she knew 2837What houre my fit would take me. 2838Doct. Let her doe so, 2839And when your fit comes, fit her home,

+ 2840And presently. 2841 Wooer. She would have me sing. 2842Doctor. You did so? 2843 Wooer. No. 2844Doct. Twas very ill done then, 2845You should observe her ev'ry way. 2846Wooer. Alas 2847I have no voice Sir, to confirme her that way. 2848Doctor. That's all one, if yee make a noyse, 2849If she intreate againe, doe any thing, 2850Lye with her if she aske you. 2851 Iaylor. Hoa there Doctor. 2852Doctor. Yes in the waie of cure. 2853Iaylor. But first by your leave 2854I'th way of honestie. 2855Doctor. That's but a nicenesse, 2856Nev'r cast your child away for honestie; 2857Cure her first this way, then if shee will be honest, 2858She has the path before her. 2859 Iaylor. Thanke yee Doctor. 2860Doctor. Pray bring her in 2861And let's see how shee is. 2862Iaylor. I will, and tell her 2863Her Palamon staies for her: But Doctor, 2864Me thinkes you are i'th wrong still. Exit Iaylor. 2865 2866 2867Wooer. Why, doe you thinke she is not honest Sir? 2868Doctor. How old is she? 2869 Wooer. She's eighteene. 2870Doctor. She may be, 2871But that's all one, tis nothing to our purpose, 2872What ere her Father saies, if you perceave 2873Her moode inclining that way that I spoke of 2874Videlicet, the way of flesh, you have me. 2875 Wooer. Yet very well Sir. 2876Doctor. Please her appetite 2877And doe it home, it cures her ipso facto,

+ 2878The mellencholly humour that infects her, 2879Wooer. I am of your minde Doctor. 2880Enter Iaylor, Daughter, Maide. 2881Docter. You'l finde it so; she comes, pray honour her. 2882 2883 2884Daughter. I thanke him for his gentle patience, 2885He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him, 2886Did you nev'r see the horse he gave me? 2887 Iaylor. Yes. 2888Daugh. How doe you like him? 2889 Iaylor. He's a very faire one. 2890Daugh. You never saw him dance? 2891 Iaylor. No. 2892Daugh. I have often. 2893He daunces very finely, very comely, 2894And for a Iigge, come cut and long taile to him, 2895He turnes ye like a Top. 2896 Iaylor. That's fine indeede. 2897Daugh. Hee'l dance the Morris twenty mile an houre, 2898And that will founder the best hobby- horse 2899(If I have any skill) in all the parish, 2900And gallops to the turne of Light a' love, 2901What thinke you of this horse? 2902 Iaylor. Having these vertues 2903I thinke he might be broght to play at Tennis. 2904Daugh. Alas that's nothing. 2905Iaylor. Can he write and reade too. 2906 2907 2908Must rise betime that cozens him; you know 2909The Chestnut Mare the Duke has? 2910 Iaylor. Very well. 2911Daugh. She is horribly in love with him, poore beast, 2912But he is like his master coy and scornefull. 2913Iaylor. What dowry has she? 2914 Daugh. Some two hundred Bottles, 2915And twenty strike of Oates, but hee'l ne're have her;