Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)
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Scæna 2.
Enter Palamon, and Arcite in prison.¶Arcite. How doe you Sir?
¶And beare the chance of warre yet, we are prisoners
¶I feare for ever Cosen.
¶Arcite. I beleeve it,
¶And to that destiny have patiently
705Laide up my houre to come.
¶Where is Thebs now? where is our noble Country?
¶Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more
710The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour
¶(Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies)
¶And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behinde us,
¶Like lazy Clowdes, whilst Palamon and Arcite,
715Even in the wagging of a wanton leg
¶Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. O never
¶Shall we two exercise, like Twyns of honour,
¶Our Armes againe, and feele our fyry horses
720Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now
¶(Better the red-eyd god of war nev'r were)
¶And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us,
725To blast whole Armies more.
¶Arcite. No Palamon,
¶And here the graces of our youthes must wither
¶Like a too-timely Spring; here age must finde us,
730And which is heaviest (Palamon) unmarried,
¶The sweete embraces of a loving wife
735To glad our age, and like young Eagles teach'em
¶Remember what your fathers were, and conquer.
¶And in their Songs, curse ever-blinded fortune
¶To youth and nature; This is all our world;
¶We shall know nothing here but one another,
¶Heare nothing but the Clocke that tels our woes.
745Sommer shall come, and with her all delights;
¶Pal. Tis too true Arcite. To our Theban houndes,
750Our pointed Iavelyns, whilst the angry Swine
¶Flyes like a parthian quiver from our rages,
¶(The foode, and nourishment of noble mindes,)
¶Children of greife, and Ignorance.
¶From all that fortune can inflict upon us,
¶If the gods please, to hold here abrave patience,
¶And the enjoying of our greefes together.
¶If I thinke this our prison.
765Pala. Certeinly,
¶Tis a maine goodnes Cosen, that our fortunes
¶Put in two noble Bodies, let'em suffer
¶The gaule of hazard, so they grow together,
¶A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done.
¶That all men hate so much?
¶To keepe us from corruption of worse men,
¶We are young and yet desire the waies of honour,
¶That liberty and common Conversation
¶Can be but our Imaginations
¶May make it ours? And heere being thus together,
¶We are an endles mine to one another;
¶We are one anothers wife, ever begetting
785New birthes of love; we are father, friends, acquaintance,
¶We are in one another, Families,
¶I am your heire, and you are mine: This place
¶Dare take this from us; here with a little patience
¶The hand of war hurts none here, nor the Seas
¶Swallow their youth: were we at liberty,
¶A wife might part us lawfully, or busines,
¶Quarrels consume us, Envy of ill men
¶Without your noble hand to close mine eies,
¶Or praiers to the gods; a thousand chaunces
¶Were we from hence, would seaver us.
800Pal. You have made me
¶With my Captivity: what a misery
¶It is to live abroade? and every where:
¶Tis like a Beast me thinkes: I finde the Court here,
¶That wooe the wils of men to vanity,
¶To tell the world, tis but a gaudy shaddow,
810What had we bin old in the Court of Creon,
¶The vertues of the great ones: Cosen Arcite,
¶Had not the loving gods found this place for us
¶We had died as they doe, ill old men, unwept,
815And had their Epitaphes, the peoples Curses,
¶Shall I say more?
¶Is there record of any two that lov'd
820Better then we doe Arcite?
¶Arc. Sure there cannot.
¶Should ever leave us.
¶Arc. Till our deathes it cannot
825
Enter Emilia and her woman.
¶To those that love eternally. Speake on Sir.
¶This garden has a world of pleasures in't.
¶Emil. What Flowre is this?
¶Emil. That was a faire Boy certaine, but a foole,
¶To love himselfe, were there not maides enough?
¶Arc. Pray forward.
¶Pal. Yes.
835Emil. Or were they all hard hearted?
¶Emil. That's a good wench:
840But take heede to your kindnes though.
¶Wom. Why Madam?
¶Emil. Men are mad things.
845Wom. Yes.
¶This is a pretty colour, wilt not doe
¶Rarely upon a Skirt wench?
¶Wom. Deinty Madam.
¶Arc. Why whats the matter Man?
¶Pal. Behold, and wonder.
855Arcite. Ha.
¶Pal. Doe reverence.
¶Emil. Of all Flowres.
860Wom. Why gentle Madam?
¶Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide.
¶For when the west wind courts her gently
865Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity
¶Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe,
¶And leaves him to base briers.
¶Wom. Yet good Madam,
870She fals for't: a Mayde
¶If shee have any honour, would be loth
¶To take example by her.
¶Emil. Thou art wanton.
¶Arc. She is wondrous faire.
875Pal. She is all the beauty extant.
¶Weele see how neere Art can come neere their colours;
¶I am wondrous merry hearted, I could laugh now.
880Emil. And take one with you?
¶Wom. That's as we bargaine Madam,
¶Emil. Well, agree then.
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Exeunt Emilia and woman.
¶Pal. What thinke you of this beauty?
885Arc. Tis a rare one.
¶Pal. Is't but a rare one?
¶Arc. Yes a matchles beauty.
¶Arc. I cannot tell what you have done, I have,
890Beshrew mine eyes for't, now I feele my Shackles.
¶Pal. You love her then?
¶Arc. Who would not?
¶Arc. Before my liberty.
¶Arc. That's nothing
¶(I love her as a woman, to enjoy her)
¶So both may love.
905Arc. Not love at all.
¶Who shall deny me?
¶In her reveald to mankinde: if thou lou'st her.
¶Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow
¶And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime
¶If thou once thinke upon her.
915Arc, Yes I love her,
¶And if the lives of all my name lay on it,
¶If that will lose ye, farewell Palamon,
¶I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine
920I am as worthy, and as free a lover
¶And have as just a title to her beauty
¶As any Palamon or any living
¶That is a mans Sonne.
¶Pal. Have I cald thee friend?
¶Let me deale coldly with you, am not I
¶Part of you blood, part of your soule? you have told me
¶That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite.
¶Pal. Yes.
¶Pal. Ye may be.
935To love alone? speake truely, doe you thinke me
¶Vnworthy of her sight?
¶And let mine honour downe, and never charge?
¶Pal. Yes, if he be but one.
¶Had rather combat me?
¶Be as that cursed man that hates his Country,
¶A branded villaine.
¶Arc. You are mad.
¶Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concernes me,
¶And in this madnes, if I hazard thee
¶And take thy life, I deale but truely.
¶Arc. Fie Sir.
955You play the Childe extreamely: I will love her,
¶And all this justly.
¶Pal. O that now, that now
960To be one howre at liberty, and graspe
¶Our good Swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee
¶What tw'er to filch affection from another:
¶Put but thy head out of this window more,
965And as I have a soule, Ile naile thy life too't.
¶Put my head out? Ile throw my Body out,
¶And leape the garden, when I see her next
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Enter Keeper.
970And pitch between her armes to anger thee.
¶To knocke thy braines out with my Shackles.
¶Arc. Doe.
¶Keeper. By your leave Gentlemen.
¶The cause I know not yet.
¶Arc. I am ready keeper.
980Of your faire Cosens Company.
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Exeunt Arcite, and Keeper.
¶Pal. And me too,
¶It may be he shall marry her, he's goodly,
985And like enough the Duke hath taken notice
¶Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood,
¶Why should a friend be treacherous? If that
¶Let honest men ne're love againe. Once more
¶As her bright eies shine on ye. would I were
¶For all the fortune of my life hereafter
¶Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke;
995How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes
¶In at her window; I would bring her fruite
¶Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure
¶And if she be not heavenly I would make her
1000So neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her.
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Enter Keeper.
¶Wher's Arcite,
1005Obtained his liberty; but never more
¶Vpon this Kingdome.
1010The bold yong men, that when he bids 'em charge,
¶Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune,
¶If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover,
¶Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her;
¶And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward;
1015How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her
¶If he be noble Arcite; thousand waies.
¶Were I at liberty, I would doe things
¶Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady,
¶Keeper, My Lord for you
¶I have this charge too.
1025The windowes are too open.
¶Pal. Devils take 'em
¶That are so envious to me; pre'thee kill me.
¶Keep. And hang for't afterward.
¶Pal. By this good light
1030Had I a sword I would kill thee.
¶Keep, Why my Lord?
¶Thou art not worthy life; I will not goe.
¶Keep. Noe.
¶Ile clap more yrons on you.
1040Pal. Doe good keeper.
¶Keep. There is no remedy.
¶Pal. Farewell kinde window.
1045May rude winde never hurt thee. O my Lady
¶Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me.
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Exeunt Palamon, and Keeper
