1442By bleeding must be cur'd. I am a Suitour,

1443That to your Sword you will bequeath this plea,

1444And talke of it no more.

1445Pal. But this one word:

1446You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris,

1447For note you, mine she is.

1448Arc, Nay then.

1449Pal. Nay pray you,

1450You talke of feeding me to breed me strength

1451You are going now to looke upon a Sun

1452That strengthens what it lookes on, there

1453You have a vantage ore me, but enjoy't till

1454I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. Exeunt.

1456Daugh. He has mistooke; the Beake I meant, is gone

1457After his fancy, Tis now welnigh morning,

1458No matter, would it were perpetuall night,

1459And darkenes Lord o'th world, Harke tis a woolfe:

1460In me hath greife slaine feare, and but for one thing

1461I care for nothing, and that's Palamon.

1462I wreake not if the wolves would jaw me, so

1463He had this File; what if I hallowd for him?

1464I cannot hallow: if I whoop'd; what then?

1465If he not answeard, I should call a wolfe,

1466And doe him but that service. I have heard

1467Strange howles this live-long night, why may't not be

1468They have made prey of him? he has no weapons,

1469He cannot run, the Iengling of his Gives

1470Might call fell things to listen, who have in them

1471A sence to know a man unarmd, and can

1472Smell where resistance is. Ile set it downe

1473He's torne to peeces, they howld many together

1474And then they feed on him: So much for that,

1475Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then?

1476All's char'd when he is gone, No, no I lye,

1477My Father's to be hang'd for his escape,

1478My selfe to beg, if I prizd life so much

1479As to deny my act, but that I would not,