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 wish 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.

C Pal.