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 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.

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359Pal. 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 rips 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

403Descend againe into their throates, and have not: Enter Va-(lerius.

404Due audience of the Gods: Valerius

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?

412Val. Theseus (who where he threates appals,) hath sent

413Deadly defyance to him, and pronounces

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 a foote? or it shall be

430On faile of some condition.

431Val. Tis in motion

432The intelligence of state came in the instant

433With the defier.

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434Pal. 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.