1050Arcite. Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit,

1051A mercy I must thanke 'em for, but banishd

1052The free enjoying of that face I die for,

1053Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death

1054Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance

1055That were I old and wicked, all my sins

1056Could never plucke upon me. Palamon;

1057Thou ha'st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see

1058Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window,

1059And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede

1060Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty,

1061That nature nev'r exceeded, nor nev'r shall:

1062Good gods? what happines has Palamon?

1063Twenty to one, hee'le come to speake to her,

1064And if she be as gentle, as she's faire,

1065I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame

1066Tempests, and make the wild Rockes wanton. Come what (can come,

1067The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome,

1068I know mine owne, is but a heape of ruins,

1069And no redresse there, if I goe, he has her.

1070I am resolu'd an other shape shall make me,

1071Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy:

1072Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more.

10741, My Masters, ile be there that's certaine.

10752. And Ile be there.

10763. And I.

10774. Why then have with ye Boyes; Tis but a chiding,

1078Let the plough play to day, ile tick'lt out

1079Of the Iades tailes to morrow.

10801. I am sure

1081To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey:

1082But that's all one, ile goe through, let her mumble.

10832. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her,

1084And all's made up againe.

10853. I, doe but put a feskne in her fist, and you shall see her

1086Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench.

1087Doe we all hold, against the Maying?

10884. Hold? what should aile us?

10893. Arcas will be there.

10902. And Sennois.

1091And Rycas, and 3. better lads nev'r dancd under green Tree,

1092And yet know what wenches: ha?

1093But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster keep touch

1094Doe you thinke: for he do's all ye know.

10953. Hee'l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the mat-

1096ter's too farre driven betweene him, and the Tanners daugh-

1097ter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must

1098daunce too.

10994. Shall we be lusty.

11002. All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i'th breech on's,

E3 and

1101and heere ile be and there ile be, for our Towne, and here

1102againe, and there againe: ha, Boyes, heigh for the wea-

1103vers.

11041. This must be done i'th woods.

11054. O pardon me.

11062. By any meanes our thing of learning sees so: where he

1107himselfe will edifie the Duke most parlously in our behalfes:

1108hees excellent i'th woods, bring him to'th plaines, his lear-

1109ning makes no cry.

11103. Weele see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: and

1111Sweete Companions lets rehearse by any meanes, before

1112The Ladies see us, and doe sweetly, and God knows what

1113May come on't.

11144. Content; the sports once ended, wee'l performe. Away

1115Boyes and hold.

1116Arc. By your leaves honest friends: pray you whither

1117goe you.

11184. Whither? why, what a question's that?

1119Arc. Yes, tis a question, to me that know not.

11203. To the Games my Friend.

11212. Where were you bred you know it not?

1122Arc. Not farre Sir,

1123Are there such Games to day?

11241. Yes marry are there:

1125And such as you neuer saw; The Duke himselfe

1126Will be in person there.

1127Arc. What pastimes are they?

11282, Wrastling, and Running; Tis a pretty Fellow.

11293. Thou wilt not goe along.

1130Arc. Not yet Sir.

11314. Well Sir

1132Take your owne time, come Boyes

11331. My minde misgives me

1134This fellow has a veng'ance tricke o'th hip,

1135Marke how his Bodi's made for't

11362. Ile be hangd though

1137If he dare venture, hang him plumb porredge,

1138He wrastle? he rost eggs. Come lets be gon Lads. Exeunt 4.

1139Arc. This is an offerd oportunity

1140I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled,

1141The best men calld it excellent, and run

1142Swifter, then winde upon a feild of Corne

1143(Curling the wealthy eares) never flew: Ile venture,

1144And in some poore disguize be there, who knowes

1145Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands?

1146And happines preferre me to a place,

1147Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. Exit Arcite,