800Pal. 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?

817Arc. I would heare you still.

818Pal. Ye shall.

819Is there record of any two that lov'd

820Better then we doe Arcite?

821Arc. Sure there cannot.

822Pal. I doe not thinke it possible our friendship

823Should ever leave us.

824Arc. Till our deathes it cannot

826And after death our spirits shall be led

827To those that love eternally. Speake on Sir.

828This garden has a world of pleasures in't.

829Emil. What Flowre is this?

830Wom. 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.

834Pal. Yes.

835Emil. Or were they all hard hearted?

836Wom. They could not be to one so faire.

837Emil. Thou wouldst not.