3NEw Playes, and Maydenheads, are neare a kin,

4Much follow'd both, for both much mony g'yn,

5If they stand sound, and well: And a good Play

6(Whose modest Sceanes blush on his marriage day,

7And shake to loose his honour) is like hir

8That after holy Tye, and first nights stir

9Yet still is Modestie, and still retaines

10More of the maid to sight, than Husbands paines;

11We pray our Play may be so; For I am sure

12It has a noble Breeder, and a pure,

13A learned, and a Poet never went

14More famous yet twixt Po and silver Trent.

15Chaucer (of all admir'd) the Story gives,

16There constant to Eternity it lives;

17If we let fall the Noblenesse of this,

18And the first sound this child heare, be a hisse,

19How will it shake the bones of that good man,

20And make him cry from under ground, O fan

21From me the witles chaffe of such a wrighter

22That blastes my Bayes, and my fam'd workes makes(lighter

23Then Robin Hood? This is the feare we bring;

24For to say Truth, it were an endlesse thing,

25And too ambitious to aspire to him;

26Weake as we are, and almost breathlesse swim

27In this deepe water. Do but you hold out

28Your helping hands, and we shall take about,

29And something doe to save us: You shall heare

30Sceanes though below his Art, may yet appeare

31Worth two houres travell. To his bones sweet sleepe:

32Content to you. If this play doe not keepe,

33A little dull time from us, we perceave

34Our losses fall so thicke, we must needs leave.

46ROses their sharpe spines being gon,

47Not royall in their smels alone,

48But in their hew.

49Maiden Pinckes, of odour faint,

50Dazies smel-lesse, yet most quaint

51And sweet Time true.

52Prim-rose first borne, child of Ver,

53Merry Spring times Herbinger,

54With her bels dimme.

55Oxlips, in their Cradles growing,

56Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,

57Larkes-heeles trymme.

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58All deere natures children: sweete-

59Ly fore Bride and Bridegroomes feete Strew Flowers.

60Blessing their sence.

61Not an angle of the aire,

62Bird melodious, or bird faire,

63Is absent hence.

64The Crow, the slaundrous Cuckoe, nor

65The boding Raven, nor Clough hee

66Nor chattring Pie,

67May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing,

68Or with them any discord bring

69But from it fly.

741. Qu. For pitties sake and true gentilities,

75Heare, and respect me.

762. Qu. For your Mothers sake,

77And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones,

78Heare and respect me,

793. Qu. Now for the love of him whom Iove hath markd

80The honour of your Bed, and for the sake

81Of cleere virginity, be Advocate

82For us, and our distresses: This good deede

83Shall raze you out o'th Booke of Trespasses

84All you are set downe there.

85Theseus. Sad Lady rise.

86Hypol. Stand up.

87Emil. No knees to me.

88What woman I may steed that is distrest,

89Does bind me to her.

90Thes. What's your request? Deliver you for all.

911. Qu. We are 3. Queenes, whose Soveraignes fel before

92The wrath of cruell Creon; who endured

93The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Kights,

94And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs.

95He will not suffer us to burne their bones,

96To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence

97Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye

98Of holy Phaebus, but infects the windes

99With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke,

100Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword

101That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones

102Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them;

103And of thy boundles goodnes take some note

104That for our crowned heades we have no roofe,

105Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares,

106And vault to every thing.

107Thes. Pray you kneele not,

108I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd

109Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes

110Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting

111As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for 'em.

112King Capaneus, was your Lord the day

113That he should marry you, at such a season,

114As now it is with me, I met your Groome,

115By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire;

116Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses,

117Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe

118Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you

119Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman

120(Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club,

121He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide

122And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time,

123Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.

1241, Qu. O I hope some God,

125Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood

126Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth

127Our undertaker.

128Thes. O no knees, none Widdow,

129Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them,

130And pray for me your Souldier.

131Troubled I am. turnes away.

B 2 2. Qu.

1322. Qu. Honoured Hypolita

133Most dreaded Amazonian, that ha'st slaine

134The Sith-tuskd-Bore; that with thy Arme as strong

135As it is white, wast neere to make the male

136To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord

137Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour

138First nature stilde it in, shrunke thee into

139The bownd thou wast ore-flowing; at once subduing

140Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse

141That equally canst poize sternenes with pitty,

142Whom now I know hast much more power on him

143Then ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength,

144And his, Love too: who is a Servant for

145The Tenour of the Speech. Deere Glasse of Ladies

146Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch,

147Vnder the shaddow of his Sword, may coole us:

148Require him he advance it ore our heades;

149Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman

150As any of us three; weepe ere you faile; lend us a knee;

151But touch the ground for us no longer time

152Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off:

153Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field, lay swolne

154Showing the Sun his Teeth; grinning at the Moone

155What you would doe.

156Hip. Poore Lady, say no more:

157I had as leife trace this good action with you

158As that whereto I am going, and never yet

159Went I so willing, way. My Lord is taken

160Hart deepe with your distresse: Let him consider:

161Ile speake anon.

1623. Qu. O my petition was kneele to Emilia.

163Set downe in yce, which by hot greefe uncandied

164Melts into drops, so sorrow wanting forme

165Is prest with deeper matter.

166Emilia. Pray stand up,

167Your greefe is written in your cheeke.

1683. Qu. O woe,

169You cannot reade it there; there through my teares,

170Like wrinckled peobles in a glasse streame

171You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alacke)

172He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth

173Must know the Center too; he that will fish

174For my least minnow, let him lead his line

175To catch one at my heart. O pardon me,

176Extremity that sharpens sundry wits

177Makes me a Foole.

178Emili. Pray you say nothing, pray you,

179Who cannot feele, nor see the raine being in't,

180Knowes neither wet, nor dry, if that you were

181The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you

182T'instruct me gainst a Capitall greefe indeed

183Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but alas

184Being a naturall Sister of our Sex

185Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me,

186That it shall make a counter reflect gainst

187My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty

188Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort.

189Thes. Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot

190O'th sacred Ceremony.

1911. Qu. O This Celebration

192Will long last, and be more costly then,

193Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame

194Knowles in the care, o'th world: what you doe quickly,

195Is not done rashly; your first thought is more.

196Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating

197More then their actions: But oh Iove, your actions

198Soone as they mooves as Asprayes doe the fish,

199Subdue before they touch, thinke, deere Duke thinke

200What beds our slaine Kings have.

2012. Qu. What greifes our beds

202That our deere Lords have none.

2033, Qu. None fit for'th dead:

204Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance,

205Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves

206Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace

207Affords them dust and shaddow.

2081. Qu. But our Lords

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209Ly blistring fore the visitating Sunne,

210And were good Kings, when living.

211Thes. It is true. and I will give you comfort,

212To give your dead Lords graves:

213The which to doe, must make some worke with Creou;

2141. Qu. And that worke presents it selfe to'th doing:

215Now twill take forme, the heates are gone to morrow.

216Then, booteles toyle must recompence it selfe,

217With it's owne sweat; Now he's secure,

218Not dreames, we stand before your puisiance

219Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes

220To make petition cleere.

2212. Qu. Now you may take him,

222Drunke with his victory.

2233. Qu. And his Army full

224Of Bread, and sloth.

225Thes. Artesuis that best knowest

226How to draw out fit to this enterpise,

227The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number

228To carry such a businesse, forth and levy

229Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we despatch

230This grand act of our life, this daring deede

231Of Fate in wedlocke.

2321. Qu. Dowagers, take hands

233Let us be Widdowes to our woes, delay

234Commends us to a famishing hope.

235All. Farewell.

2362. Qu. We come unseasonably: But when could greefe

237Cull forth as unpanged judgement can, fit'st time

238For best solicitation.

239Thes. Why good Ladies,

240This is a service, whereto I am going,

241Greater then any was; it more imports me

242Then all the actions that I have foregone,

243Or futurely can cope.

2441. Qu. The more proclaiming

245Our suit shall be neglected, when her Armes

246Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall

247By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh when

248Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall

249Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke

250Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care

251For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able

252To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couch

253But one night with her, every howre in't will

254Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and

255Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what

256That Banket bids thee too.

257Hip. Though much unlike

258You should be so transported, as much sorry

259I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke

260Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy

261Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit

262That craves a present medcine, I should plucke

263All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir

264As I shall here make tryall of my prayres,

265Either presuming them to have some force,

266Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe,

267Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang

268Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke

269Which is my ffee, and which I freely lend

270To doe these poore Queenes service.

271All Queens. Oh helpe now

272Our Cause cries for your knee.

273Emil. If you grant not

274My Sister her petition in that force,

275With that Celerity, and nature which

276Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile not dare

277To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy

278Ever to take a Husband.

279Thes. Pray stand up.

280I am entreating of my selfe to doe

281That which you kneele to have me; Pyrithous

282Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods

283For successe, and returne, omit not any thing

284In the pretended Celebration: Queenes

285Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you

286And at the banckes of Anly meete us with

287The forces you can raise, where we shall finde

288The moytie of a number, for a busines,

289More bigger look't; since that our Theame is haste

290I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe,

291Sweete keepe it as my Token; Set you forward

292For I will see you gone. Exeunt towards the Temple.

293Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous

294Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't.

295Pirithous. Sir

296Ile follow you at heeles; The Feasts solempnity

297Shall want till your returne.

298Thes. Cosen I charge you

299Boudge not from Athens; We shall be returning

300Ere you can end this Feast; of which I pray you

301Make no abatement; once more farewell all.

3021. Qu. Thus do'st thou still make good the tongue o'th(world.

3032. Qu. And earnst a Deity equal with Mars,

3043. Qu. If not above him, for

305Thou being but mortall makest affections bend

306To Godlike honours; they themselves some say

307Grone under such a Mastry.

308Thes. As we are men

309Thus should we doe, being sensually subdude

310We loose our humane tytle; good cheere Ladies. Florish.

311Now turne we towards your Comforts. Exeunt.

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.

446Pir. No further.

447Hip. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes

448To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not

449Make any timerous question, yet I wish him

450Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be

451To dure ill-dealing fortune; speede to him,

452Store never hurtes good Gouernours.

453Pir. Though I know

454His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they

455Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide,

456Those best affections, that the heavens infuse

457In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand

458In your deare heart.

459Emil. Thanckes Sir; Remember me

460To our all royall Brother, for whose speede

461The great Bellona ile sollicite; and

462Since in our terrene State petitions are not

463Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her

464What I shall be advised she likes; our hearts

465Are in his Army, in his Tent.

466Hip. In's bosome:

467We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe

468When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea,

469Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or women

470That have sod their Infants in (and after eate them)

471The brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if

472You stay to see of us such Spincsters, we

473Should hold you here for ever.

474Pir. Peace be to you

475As I pursue this war, which shall be then

476Beyond further requiring. Exit Pir.

477Emil. How his longing

478Followes his Friend; since his depart, his sportes

479Though craving seriousnes, and skill, past slightly

480His careles execution, where nor gaine

481Made him regard, or losse consider, but

482Playing ore busines in his hand, another

483Directing in his head, his minde, nurse equall

484To these so diffring Twyns; have you observ'd him,

485Since our great Lord departed?

486Hip. With much labour:

487And I did love him fort, they two have Cabind

488In many as dangerous, as poore a Corner,

489Perill and want contending, they have skift

490Torrents whose roring tyranny and power

491I'th least of these was dreadfull, and they have

492Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodgd,

493Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love

494Tide, weau'd, intangled, with so true, so long,

495And with a finger of so deepe a cunning

496May be out worne, never undone. I thinke

497Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe

498Cleaving his conscience into twaine, and doing

499Each side like Iustice, which he loves best.

500Emil. Doubtlesse

501There is a best, and reason has no manners

502To say it is not you: I was acquainted

503Once with a time, when I enjoyd a Play-fellow;

504You were at wars, when she the grave enrichd,

505Who made too proud the Bed, tooke leave o'th Moone

506(which then lookt pale at parting) when our count

507Was each a eleven.

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508Hip. Twas Flauia.

509Emil. Yes

510You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love;

511Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond,

512More buckled with strong Iudgement. and their needes

513The one of th'other may be said to water

514Their intertangled rootes of love, but I

515And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent,

516Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements

517That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect

518Rare issues by their operance; our soules

519Did so to one another; what she lik'd,

520Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd

521No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plncke

522And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning

523To swell about the blossome) she would long

524Till shee had such another, and commit it

525To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like

526They dide in perfume: on my head no toy

527But was her patterne, her affections (pretty

528Though happely, her careles, were, I followed

529For my most serious decking, had mine eare

530Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on

531From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note

532Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on)

533And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsall

534(Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in

535Like old importments bastard, has this end,

536That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be

537More then in sex individuall.

538Hip. Y'are ont of breath

539And this high speeded-pace, is but to say

540That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina)

541Love any that's calld Man.

542Emil. I am sure I shall not.

543Hip. Now alacke weake Sister,

544I must no more beleeve thee in this point

545(Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,)

546Then I will trust a sickely appetite,

547That loathes even as it longs; but sure my Sister

548If I were ripe for your perswasion, you

549Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme

550Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes,

551I will now in, and kneele with great assurance,

552That we, more then his Pirothous, possesse

553The high throne in his heart.

554Emil. I am not against your faith,

555Yet I continew mine. Exeunt.

557Scaena 4. A Battaile strooke withim: Then a Retrait: Florish.

5601. Qu. To thee no starre be darke.

5612. Qu. Both heaven and earth

562Friend thee for ever.

5633. Qu. All the good that may

564Be wishd upon thy head, I cry Amen too't.

565Thes. Th'imparciall Gods, who from the mounted hea-(vens

566View us their mortall Heard, behold who erre,

567And in their time chastice: goe and finde out

568The bones of your dead Lords, and honour them

569With treble Ceremonie, rather then a gap

570Should be in their deere rights, we would suppl'it.

571But those we will depute, which shall invest

572You in your dignities, and even each thing

573Our hast does leave imperfect; So adiew

574And heavens good eyes looke on you, what are those?

576Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judgd

577By their appointment; Some of Thebs have told's

578They are Sisters children, Nephewes to the King.

579Thes. By'th Helme of Mars, I saw them in the war,

580Like to a paire of Lions, succard with prey,

581Make lanes in troopes agast. I fixt my note

582Constantly on them; for they were a marke

583Worth a god's view: what prisoner was't that told me

584When I enquired their names?

585Herald. We leave, they'r called

586Arcite and Palamon,

587Thes. Tis right, those, those

588They are not dead?

589Her. Nor in a state of life, had they bin taken

590When their last hurts were given, twas possible

591They might have bin recovered; Yet they breathe

592And haue the name of men.

593Thes. Then like men use'em

594The very lees of such (millions of rates)

595Exceede the wine of others: all our Surgions

596Convent in their behoofe, our richest balmes

597Rather then niggard wast, their lives concerne us,

598Much more then Thebs is worth, rather then have 'em

599Freed of this plight, and in their morning state

600(Sound and at liberty) I would 'em dead,

601But forty thousand fold, we had rather have 'em

602Prisoners to us, then death; Beare 'em speedily

603From our kinde aire, to them unkinde, and minister

604What man to man may doe for our sake more,

605Since I have knowne frights, fury, friends, beheastes,

606Loves, provocations, zeale, a mistris Taske,

607Desire of liberty, a feavour, madnes,

608Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too

609Without some imposition, sicknes in will

610Or wrastling strength in reason, for our Love

611And great Appollos mercy, all our best,

612Their best skill tender. Leade into the Citty,

613Where having bound things scatterd, we will post Florish.

614To Athens for our Army. Exeunt.

618 Vrnes, aud odours, bring away,

619Vapours, sighes, darken the day;

620 Our dole more deadly lookes than dying

621Balmes, and Gummes, and heavy cheeres,

622Sacred vials fill'd with teares,

623And clamors through the wild ayre flying.

624Come all sad, and solempne Showes,

625That are quick-eyd pleasures foes;

626We convent nought else but woes. We convent, &c.

6273. Qu. This funeral path, brings to your housholds grave:

628Ioy ceaze on you againe: peace sleepe with him.

6292. Qu. And this to yours.

6301. Qu. Yours this way: Heavens lend

631A thousand differing waies, to one sure end.

6323. Qu. This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes,

633And Death's the market place, where each one meetes.

637Iailor. I may depart with little, while I live, some thing I

638May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I

639Keepe, though it be for great ones, yet they seldome

640Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number

641Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lyn'd

642Then it can appeare, to me report is a true

643Speaker: I would I were really, that I am

644Deliverd to be: Marry, what I have (be it what

645it will) I will assure upon my daughter at

646The day of my death.

647Wooer. Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer,

648And I will estate your Daughter in what I

649Have promised,

D Iailor.

650Iailor. Wel, we will talke more of this, when the solemnity

651Is past; But have you a full promise of her?

653When that shall be seene, I tender my consent.

654Wooer. I have Sir; here shee comes.

655Iailor. Your Friend and I have chanced to name

656You here, upon the old busines: But no more of that.

657Now, so soone as the Court hurry is over, we will

658Have an end of it: I'th meane time looke tenderly

659To the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes.

660Daug. These strewings are for their Chamber; tis pitty they

661Are in prison, and twer pitty they should be out: I

662Doe thinke they have patience to make any adversity

663Asham'd; the prison it selfe is proud of 'em; and

664They have all the world in their Chamber.

665Iailor. They are fam'd to be a paire of absolute men.

666Daugh. By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em, they

667Stand a greise above the reach of report.

668Iai. I heard them reported in the Battaile, to be the only(doers.

669Daugh. Nay most likely, for they are noble suffrers; I

670Mervaile how they would have lookd had they beene

671Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce

672A freedome out of Bondage, making misery their

673Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at.

674Iailor. Doe they so?

675Daug. It seemes to me they have no more sence of their

676Captivity, then I of ruling Athens: they eate

677Well, looke merrily, discourse of many things,

678But nothing of their owne restraint, and disasters:

679Yet sometime a devided sigh, martyrd as twer

680I'th deliverance, will breake from one of them.

681When the other presently gives it so sweete a rebuke,

682That I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid,

683Or at least a Sigher to be comforted.

684Wooer. I never saw'em.

685Iailor. The Duke himselfe came privately in the night,

687And so did they, what the reason of it is, I

688Know not: Looke yonder they are; that's

689Arcite lookes out.

690Daugh. No Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the

691Lower of the twaine; you may perceive a part

692Of him.

693Iai. Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not

694Make us their object; out of their sight.

695Daugh. It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the

696Diffrence of men. Exeunt,

698Pal. How doe you Noble Cosen?

699Arcite. How doe you Sir?

700Pal. Why strong inough to laugh at misery,

701And beare the chance of warre yet, we are prisoners

702I feare for ever Cosen.

703Arcite. I beleeve it,

704And to that destiny have patiently

705Laide up my houre to come.

706Pal. Oh Cosen Arcite,

707Where is Thebs now? where is our noble Country?

708Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more

709Must we behold those comforts, never see

710The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour

711(Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies)

712Like tall Ships under saile: then start among'st 'em

713And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behinde us,

714Like lazy Clowdes, whilst Palamon and Arcite,

715Even in the wagging of a wanton leg

716Out-stript the peoples praises, won the Garlands,

717Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. O never

718Shall we two exercise, like Twyns of honour,

719Our Armes againe, and feele our fyry horses

720Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now

721(Better the red-eyd god of war nev'r were)

722Bravishd our sides, like age must run to rust,

723And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us,

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724These hands shall never draw'em out like lightning

725To blast whole Armies more.

726Arcite. No Palamon,

727Those hopes are Prisoners with us, here we are

728And here the graces of our youthes must wither

729Like a too-timely Spring; here age must finde us,

730And which is heaviest (Palamon) unmarried,

731The sweete embraces of a loving wife

732Loden with kisses, armd with thousand Cupids

733Shall never claspe our neckes, no issue know us,

734No figures of our selves shall we ev'r see,

735To glad our age, and like young Eagles teach'em

736Boldly to gaze against bright armes, and say

737Remember what your fathers were, and conquer.

738The faire-eyd Maides, shall weepe our Banishments,

739And in their Songs, curse ever-blinded fortune

740Till shee for shame see what a wrong she has done

741To youth and nature; This is all our world;

742We shall know nothing here but one another,

743Heare nothing but the Clocke that tels our woes.

744The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it:

745Sommer shall come, and with her all delights;

746But dead-cold winter must inhabite here still.

747Pal. Tis too true Arcite. To our Theban houndes,

748That shooke the aged Forrest with their ecchoes,

749No more now must we halloa, no more shake

750Our pointed Iavelyns, whilst the angry Swine

751Flyes like a parthian quiver from our rages,

752Strucke with our well-steeld Darts: All valiant uses,

753(The foode, and nourishment of noble mindes,)

754In us two here shall perish; we shall die

755(which is the curse of honour) lastly,

756Children of greife, and Ignorance.

757Arc. Yet Cosen,

758Even from the bottom of these miseries

759From all that fortune can inflict upon us,

760I see two comforts rysing, two meere blessings,

761If the gods please, to hold here abrave patience,

762And the enjoying of our greefes together.

763Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish

764If I thinke this our prison.

765Pala. Certeinly,

766Tis a maine goodnes Cosen, that our fortunes

767Were twyn'd together; tis most true, two soules

768Put in two noble Bodies, let'em suffer

769The gaule of hazard, so they grow together,

770Will never sincke, they must not, say they could,

771A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done.

772Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place

773That all men hate so much?

774Pal. How gentle Cosen?

775Arc. Let's thinke this prison, holy sanctuary,

776To keepe us from corruption of worse men,

777We are young and yet desire the waies of honour,

778That liberty and common Conversation

779The poyson of pure spirits; might like women

780Wooe us to wander from. What worthy blessing

781Can be but our Imaginations

782May make it ours? And heere being thus together,

783We are an endles mine to one another;

784We are one anothers wife, ever begetting

785New birthes of love; we are father, friends, acquaintance,

786We are in one another, Families,

787I am your heire, and you are mine: This place

788Is our Inheritance: no hard Oppressour

789Dare take this from us; here with a little patience

790We shall live long, and loving: No surfeits seeke us:

791The hand of war hurts none here, nor the Seas

792Swallow their youth: were we at liberty,

793A wife might part us lawfully, or busines,

794Quarrels consume us, Envy of ill men

795Crave our acquaintance, I might sicken Cosen,

796Where you should never know it, and so perish

797Without your noble hand to close mine eies,

798Or praiers to the gods; a thousand chaunces

799Were we from hence, would seaver us.

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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.

838Wom. I thinke I should not, Madam.

839Emil. That's a good wench:

840But take heede to your kindnes though.

841Wom. Why Madam?

842Emil. Men are mad things.

843Arcite. Will ye goe forward Cosen?

844Emil. Canst not thou work: such flowers in silke wench?

845Wom. Yes.

846Emil. Ile have a gowne full of 'em and of these,

847This is a pretty colour, wilt not doe

848Rarely upon a Skirt wench?

849Wom. Deinty Madam.

850Arc. Gosen, Cosen, how doe you Sir? Why Palamon?

851Pal. Never till now I was in prison Arcite.

852Arc. Why whats the matter Man?

853Pal. Behold, and wonder.

854By heaven shee is a Goddesse.

855Arcite. Ha.

856Pal. Doe reverence.

857She is a Goddesse Arcite.

858Emil. Of all Flowres.

859Me thinkes a Rose is best.

860Wom. Why gentle Madam?

861Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide.

862For when the west wind courts her gently

863How modestly she blowes, and paints the Sun,

864With her chaste blushes? When the North comes neere her,

865Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity

866Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe,

867And leaves him to base briers.

868Wom. Yet good Madam,

869Sometimes her modesty will blow so far

870She fals for't: a Mayde

871If shee have any honour, would be loth

872To take example by her.

873Emil. Thou art wanton.

874Arc. She is wondrous faire.

875Pal. She is all the beauty extant.

876Emil. The Sun grows high, lets walk in, keep these flowers,

877Weele see how neere Art can come neere their colours;

878I am wondrous merry hearted, I could laugh now.

879Wom. I could lie downe I am sure.

880Emil. And take one with you?

881Wom. That's as we bargaine Madam,

882Emil. Well, agree then.

884Pal. What thinke you of this beauty?

885Arc. Tis a rare one.

886Pal. Is't but a rare one?

887Arc. Yes a matchles beauty.

888Pal. Might not a man well lose himselfe and love her?

889Arc. I cannot tell what you have done, I have,

890Beshrew mine eyes for't, now I feele my Shackles.

891Pal. You love her then?

892Arc. Who would not?

893Pal. And desire her?

894Arc. Before my liberty.

895Pal. I saw her first.

896Arc. That's nothing

897Pal. But it shall be.

898Arc. I saw her too.

899Pal. Yes, but you must not love her.

900Arc. I will not as you doe; to worship her;

901As she is heavenly, and a blessed Goddes;

902(I love her as a woman, to enjoy her)

903So both may love.

904Pal. You shall not love at all.

905Arc. Not love at all.

906Who shall deny me?

907Pal. I that first saw her; I that tooke possession

908First with mine eye of all those beauties

909In her reveald to mankinde: if thou lou'st her.

910Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes,

911Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow

912False as thy Title to her: friendship, blood

913And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime

914If thou once thinke upon her.

915Arc, Yes I love her,

916And if the lives of all my name lay on it,

917I must doe so, I love her with my soule,

918If that will lose ye, farewell Palamon,

919I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine

920I am as worthy, and as free a lover

921And have as just a title to her beauty

922As any Palamon or any living

923That is a mans Sonne.

924Pal. Have I cald thee friend?

925Arc. Yes, and have found me so; why are you mov'd thus?

926Let me deale coldly with you, am not I

927Part of you blood, part of your soule? you have told me

928That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite.

929Pal. Yes.

930Arc. Am not I liable to those affections,

931Those joyes, greifes, angers, feares, my friend shall suffer?

932Pal. Ye may be.

933Arc. Why then would you deale so cunningly,

934So strangely, so vnlike a noble kinesman

935To love alone? speake truely, doe you thinke me

936Vnworthy of her sight?

937Pal. No, but unjust,

938If thou pursue that sight.

939Arc. Because an other

940First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still

941And let mine honour downe, and never charge?

942Pal. Yes, if he be but one.

943Arc. But say that one

944Had rather combat me?

945Pal. Let that one say so,

946And use thy freedome: els if thou pursuest her,

947Be as that cursed man that hates his Country,

948A branded villaine.

949Arc. You are mad.

950Pal. I must be.

951Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concernes me,

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952And in this madnes, if I hazard thee

953And take thy life, I deale but truely.

954Arc. Fie Sir.

955You play the Childe extreamely: I will love her,

956I must, I ought to doe so, and I dare,

957And all this justly.

958Pal. O that now, that now

959Thy false-selfe and thy friend, had but this fortune

960To be one howre at liberty, and graspe

961Our good Swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee

962What tw'er to filch affection from another:

963Thou art baser in it then a Cutpurse;

964Put but thy head out of this window more,

965And as I have a soule, Ile naile thy life too't.

966Arc. Thou dar'st not foole, thou canst not, thou art feeble.

967Put my head out? Ile throw my Body out,

968And leape the garden, when I see her next

970And pitch between her armes to anger thee.

971Pal. No more; the keeper's comming; I shall live

972To knocke thy braines out with my Shackles.

973Arc. Doe.

974Keeper. By your leave Gentlemen.

975Pala. Now honest keeper?

976Keeper. Lord Arcite, you must presently to'th Duke;

977The cause I know not yet.

978Arc. I am ready keeper.

979Keeper, Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you

980Of your faire Cosens Company.

982Pal. And me too,

983Even when you please of life; why is he sent for?

984It may be he shall marry her, he's goodly,

985And like enough the Duke hath taken notice

986Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood,

987Why should a friend be treacherous? If that

988Get him a wife so noble, and so faire;

989Let honest men ne're love againe. Once more

990I would but see this faire One: Blessed Garden,

991And fruite, and flowers more blessed that still blossom

992As her bright eies shine on ye. would I were

993For all the fortune of my life hereafter

994Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke;

995How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes

996In at her window; I would bring her fruite

997Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure

998Still as she tasted should be doubled on her,

999And if she be not heavenly I would make her

1000So neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her.

1002And then I am sure she would love me: how now keeper

1003Wher's Arcite,

1004Keeper, Banish'd: Prince Pirithous

1005Obtained his liberty; but never more

1006Vpon his oth and life must he set foote

1007Vpon this Kingdome.

1008Pal. Hees a blessed man,

1009He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes

1010The bold yong men, that when he bids 'em charge,

1011Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune,

1012If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover,

1013Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her;

1014And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward;

1015How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her

1016If he be noble Arcite; thousand waies.

1017Were I at liberty, I would doe things

1018Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady,

1019This blushing virgine should take manhood to her

1020And seeke to ravish me.

1021Keeper, My Lord for you

1022I have this charge too.

1023Pal. To discharge my life.

1024Keep. No, but from this place to remoove your Lordship,

1025The windowes are too open.

1026Pal. Devils take 'em

1027That are so envious to me; pre'thee kill me.

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1028Keep. And hang for't afterward.

1029Pal. By this good light

1030Had I a sword I would kill thee.

1031Keep, Why my Lord?

1032Pal. Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually

1033Thou art not worthy life; I will not goe.

1034Keep. Indeede yon must my Lord.

1035Pal. May I see the garden?

1036Keep. Noe.

1037Pal. Then I am resolud, I will not goe.

1038Keep. I must constraine you then: and for you are dange-(rous

1039Ile clap more yrons on you.

1040Pal. Doe good keeper.

1041Ile shake 'em so, ye shall not sleepe,

1042Ile make ye a new Morrisse, must I goe?

1043Keep. There is no remedy.

1044Pal. Farewell kinde window.

1045May rude winde never hurt thee. O my Lady

1046If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was,

1047Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me.

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,

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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,

1149Daugh. Why should I love this Gentleman? Tis odds

1150He never will affect me; I am base,

1151My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison,

1152And he a prince; To marry him is hopelesse;

1153To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't;

1154What pushes are we wenches driven to

1155When fifteene once has found us? First I saw him,

1156I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man;

1157He has as much to please a woman in him,

1158(If he please to bestow it so) as ever

1159These eyes yet lookt on; Next, I pittied him,

1160And so would any young wench o' my Conscience

1161That ever dream'd, or vow'd her Maydenhead

1162To a yong hansom Man; Then I lov'd him,

1163(Extreamely lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him;

1164And yet he had a Cosen, faire as he too.

1165But in my heart was Palamon, and there

1166Lord, what a coyle he keepes? To heare him

1167Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is?

1168And yet his Songs are sad-ones; Fairer spoken,

1169Was never Gentleman. When I come in

1170To bring him water in a morning, first

1171He bowes his noble body, then salutes me, thus:

1172Faire, gentle Mayde, good morrow, may thy goodnes,

1173Get thee a happy husband; Once he kist me,

1174I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after,

1175Would he would doe so ev'ry day; He greives much,

1176And me as much to see his misery.

1177What should I doe, to make him know I love him,

1178For I would faine enjoy him? Say I ventur'd

1179To set him free? what saies the law then? Thus much

1180For Law, or kindred: I will doe it,

1181And this night, or to morrow he shall love me. Exit.

1184Thes. You have done worthily; I have not seene

1185Since Hercules, a man of tougher synewes;

1186What ere you are, you run the best, and wrastle,

1187That these times can allow.

1188Arcite. I am proud to please you.

1189Thes. What Countrie bred you?

1190Arcite. This; but far off, Prince.

1191Thes. Are you a Gentleman?

1192Arcite. My father said so;

1193And to those gentle uses gave me life.

1194Thes. Are you his heire?

1195Arcite. His yongest Sir.

1196Thes. Your Father

1197Sure is a happy Sire then: what prooves you?

1198Arcite. A little of all noble Quallities:

1199I could have kept a Hawke, and well have holloa'd

1200To a deepe crie of Dogges; I dare not praise

1201My feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me

1202Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest,

1203I would be thought a Souldier.

1204Thes. You are perfect.

1205Pirith. Vpon my soule, a proper man.

1206Emilia. He is so.

1207Per. How doe you like him Ladie?

1208Hip. I admire him,

1209I have not seene so yong a man, so noble

1210(If he say true,) of his sort.

1211Emil. Beleeve,

1212His mother was a wondrous handsome woman,

1213His face me thinkes, goes that way.

1214Hyp. But his Body

1215And firie minde, illustrate a brave Father.

1216Per. Marke how his vertue, like a hidden Sun

1217Breakes through his baser garments.

1218Hyp. Hee's well got sure.

1219Thes. What made you seeke this place Sir?

1220Arc. Noble Theseus.

1221To purchase name, and doe my ablest service

1222To such a well-found wonder, as thy worth,

1223Fo onely in thy Court, of all the world

1224dwells faire-eyd honor.

1225Per. All his words are worthy.

1226Thes. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell,

1227Nor shall you loose your wish: Perithous

1228Dispose of this faire Gentleman.

1229Perith. Thankes Theseus.

1230What ere you are y'ar mine, and I shall give you

1231To a most noble service, to this Lady,

1232This bright yong Virgin; pray observe her goodnesse;

1233You have honourd hir faire birth-day, with your vertues,

1234And as your due y'ar hirs: kisse her faire hand Sir.

1235Arc. Sir, y'ar a noble Giver: dearest Bewtie,

1236Thus let me seale my vowd faith: when your Servant

1237(Your most unworthie Creature) but offends you,

1238Command him die, he shall.

1239Emil. That were too cruell.

1240If you deserve well Sir; I shall soone see't:

1241Y'ar mine, aud somewhat better than your rancke Ile use(you.

1242Per. Ile see you furnish'd, and because you say

1243You are a horseman, I must needs intreat you

1244This after noone to ride, but tis a rough one.

1245Arc. I like him better (Prince) I shall not then

1246Freeze in my Saddle.

1247Thes. Sweet, you must be readie,

1248And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and all

1249To morrow by the Sun, to doe observance

1250To flowry May, in Dians wood: waite well Sir

1251Vpon your Mistris: Emely, I hope

1252He shall not goe a foote.

F Emil.

1253Emil. That were a shame Sir,

1254While I have horses: take your choice, and what

1255You want at any time, let me but know it;

1256If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you

1257You'l finde a loving Mistris.

1258Arc. If I doe not,

1259Let me finde that my Father ever hated,

1260Disgrace, and blowes.

1261Thes. Go leade the way; you have won it:

1262It shall be so; you shall receave all dues

1263Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else,

1264Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant,

1265That if I were a woman, would be Master,

1266But you are wise. Florish.

1267Emil. I hope too wise for that Sir. Exeunt omnes.

1269Daughter. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore,

1270He is at liberty: I have venturd for him,

1271And out I have brought him to a little wood

1272A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar

1273Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane

1274Fast by a Brooke, and there he shall keepe close,

1275Till I provide him Fyles, and foode, for yet

1276His yron bracelets are not off. O Love

1277What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father

1278Durst better have indur'd cold yron, than done it:

1279I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason,

1280Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it

1281I care not, I am desperate, If the law

1282Finde me, and then condemne me for't; some wenches,

1283Some honest harted Maides, will sing my Dirge.

1284And tell to memory, my death was noble,

1285Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes,

1286I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot

1287Be so unmanly, as to leave me here,

1288If he doe, Maides will not so easily

1289Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd me

1290For what I have done: no not so much as kist me,

1291And that (me thinkes) is not so well; nor scarcely

1292Could I perswade him to become a Freeman,

1293He made such scruples of the wrong he did

1294To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope

1295When he considers more, this love of mine

1296Will take more root within him: Let him doe

1297What he will with me, so he use me kindly,

1298For use me so he shall, or ile proclaime him

1299And to his face, no-man: Ile presently

1300Provide him necessaries, and packe my cloathes up.

1301And where there is a path of ground Ile venture

1302So hee be with me; By him, like a shadow

1303Ile ever dwell; within this houre the whoobub

1304Will be all ore the prison: I am then

1305Kissing the man they looke for: farewell Father,

1306Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters,

1307And shortly you may keepe your selfe. Now to him.

1310Arcite. The Duke has lost Hypolita; each tooke

1311A severall land. This is a solemne Right

1312They owe bloomd May, and the Athenians pay it

1313To'th heart of Ceremony: O Queene Emilia

1314Fresher then May, sweeter

1315Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes, or all

1316Th'enamelld knackes o'th Meade, or garden, yea

1317(We challenge too) the bancke of any Nymph

1318That makes the streame seeme flowers; thou o Iewell

1319O'th wood, o'th world, hast likewise blest a pace

1320With thy sole presence, in thy rumination

1321That I poore man might eftsoones come betweene

1322And chop on some cold thought, thrice blessed chance

1323To drop on such a Mistris, expectation

1324most giltlesse on't: tell me O Lady Fortune

1325(Next after Emely my Soveraigne) how far

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1326I may be prowd. She takes strong note of me,

1327Hath made me neere her; and this beuteous Morne

1328(The prim'st of all the yeare) presents me with

1329A brace of horses, two such Steeds might well

1330Be by a paire of Kings backt, in a Field

1331That their crownes titles tride: Alas, alas

1332Poore Cosen Palamon, poore prisoner, thou

1333So little dream'st upon my fortune, that

1334Thou thinkst thy selfe, the happier thing, to be

1335So neare Emilia, me thou deem'st at Thebs,

1336And therein wretched, although free; But if

1337Thou knew'st my Mistris breathd on me, and that

1338I ear'd her language, livde in her eye; O Coz

1339What passion would enclose thee.

1342Palamon. Traytor kinseman,

1343Thou shouldst perceive my passion, if these signes

1344Of prisonment were off me, and this hand

1345But owner of a Sword: By all othes in one

1346I, and the iustice of my love would make thee

1347A confest Traytor, o thou most persidious

1348That ever gently lookd the voydes of honour.

1349That eu'r bore gentle Token; falsest Cosen

1350That ever blood made kin, call'st thou hir thine?

1351Ile prove it in my Shackles, with these hands,

1352Void of appointment, that thou ly'st, and art

1353A very theefe in love, a Chaffy Lord

1354Nor worth the name of villaine: had I a Sword

1355And these house clogges away.

1356Arc. Deere Cosin Palamon,

1357Pal. Cosoner Arcite, give me language, such

1358As thou hast shewd me feate.

1359Arc. Not finding in

1360The circuit of my breast, any grosse stuffe

1361To forme me like your blazon, holds me to

1362This gentlenesse of answer; tis your passion

1363That thus mistakes, the which to you being enemy,

1364Cannot to me be kind: honor, and honestie

1365I cherish, and depend on, howsoev'r

1366You skip them in me, and with them faire Coz

1367Ile maintaine my proceedings; pray be pleas'd

1368To shew in generous termes, your griefes, since that

1369Your question's with your equall, who professes

1370To cleare his owne way, with the minde and Sword

1371Of a true Gentleman.

1372Pal. That thou durst Arcite.

1373Arc. My Coz, my Coz, you have beene well advertis'd

1374How much I dare, y'ave seene me use my Sword

1375Against th' advice of feare: sure of another

1376You would not heare me doubted, but your silence

1377Should breake out, though i'th Sanctuary.

1378Pal. Sir,

1379I have seene you move in such a place, which well

1380Might justifie your manhood, you were calld

1381A good knight and a bold; But the whole weeke's not(faire

1382If any day it rayne: Their valiant temper

1383Men loose when they encline to trecherie,

1384And then they fight like compelld Beares, would fly

1385Were they not tyde.

1386Arc. Kinsman; you might as well

1387Speake this, and act it in your Glasse, as to

1388His eare, which now disdaines you.

1389Pal. Come up to me,

1390Quit me of these cold Gyves, give me a Sword

1391Though it be rustie, and the charity

1392Of one meale lend me; Come before me then

1393A good Sword in thy hand, and doe but say

1394That Emily is thine, I will forgive

1395The trespasse thou hast done me, yea my life

1396If then thou carry't, and brave soules in shades

1397That have dyde manly, which will seeke of me

1398Some newes from earth, they shall get none but this

1399That thou art brave, and noble.

1400Arc. Be content,

1401Againe betake you to your hawthorne house,

1402With counsaile of the night, I will be here

1403With wholesome viands; these impediments

1404Will I file off, you shall have garments, and

1405Perfumes to kill the smell o'th prison, after

1406When you shall stretch your selfe, and say but Arcite

1407I am in plight, there shall be at your choyce

1408Both Sword, and Armour.

1409Pal. Oh you heavens, dares any

1410So noble beare a guilty busines! none

1411But onely Arcite, therefore none but Arcite

1412In this kinde is so bold.

1413Arc. Sweete Palamon.

1414Pal. I doe embrace you, and your offer, for

1415Your offer doo't I onely, Sir your person

1416Without hipocrisy I may not wish

1418More then my Swords edge ont.

1419Arc. You heare the Hornes;

1420Enter your Musicke least this match between's

1421Be crost, er met, give me your hand, farewell.

1422Ile bring you every needfull thing: I pray you

1423Take comfort and be strong.

1424Pal. Pray hold your promise;

1425And doe the deede with a bent brow, most crtaine

1426You love me not, be rough with me, and powre

1427This oile out of your language; by this ayre

1428I could for each word, give a Cuffe: my stomach

1429not reconcild by reason,

1430Arc. Plainely spoken,

1431Yet pardon me hard language, when I spur

1433My horse, I chide him not; content, and anger

1434In me have but one face. Harke Sir, they call

1435The scatterd to the Banket; you must guesse

1436I have an office there.

1437Pal. Sir your attendance

1438Cannot please heaven, and I know your office

1439Vnjustly is atcheev'd.

1440Arc. If a good title,

1441I am perswaded this question sicke between's,

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,

1480Should I try death by dussons: I am mop't,

1481Food tooke I none these two daies.

1482Sipt some water. I have not closd mine eyes

1483Save when my lids scowrd off their bine; alas

1484Dissolue my life, Let not my sence unsettle

1485Least I should drowne, or stab, or hang my selfe.

1486O state of Nature, faile together in me,

1487Since thy best props are warpt: So which way now?

1488The best way is, the next way to a grave:

1489Each errant step beside is torment. Loe

1490The Moone is down, the Cryckets chirpe, the Schreichowle

1491Calls in the dawne; all offices are done

1492Save what I faile in: But the point is this

1493An end, and that is all. Exit.

1496Arc. I should be neere the place, hoa. Cosen Palamon.

1498Pal. Arcite.

1499Arc. The same: I have brought you foode and files,

1500Come forth and feare not, her'es no Theseus.

1501Pal. Not none so honest Arcite.

1502Arc. That's no matter,

1503Wee'l argue that hereafter: Come take courage,

1504You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drinke

1505I know you are faint, then ile talke further with you.

1506Pal. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me.

1507Arc. I might.

1508But I must feare you first: Sit downe, and good now

1509No more of these vaine parlies; let us not

1510Having our ancient reputation with us

1511Make talke for Fooles, and Cowards, To your health, &c.

1512Pal. Doe.

1513Arc. Pray sit downe then, and let me entreate you

1514By all the honesty and honour in you,

1515No mention of this woman,t' will disturbe us,

1516We shall have time enough.

1517Pal. Well Sir, Ile pledge you.

1518Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good(blood man.

1519Doe not you feele it thaw you?

1520Pal. Stay, Ile tell you after a draught or two more.

1521Arc. Spare it not, the Duke has more Cuz: Eate now.

1522Pal. Yes.

1523Arc. I am glad you have so good a stomach.

1524Pal. I am gladder I have so good meate too't.

1525Arc. Is't not mad lodging, here in the wild woods Cosen

1526Pal. Yes, for then that have wilde Consciences.

1527Arc. How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce(I see,

1528Pal. Not much.

1529But if it did, yours is too tart: sweete Cosen: what is this?

1530Arc. Venison.

1531Pal. Tis a lusty meate:

1532Giue me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches

1533We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter.

1534Doe you remember her?

1535Arc. After you Cuz.

1536Pal. She lov'd a black-haird man.

1537Arc. She did so; well Sir.

1538Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite. and

1539Arc. Out with't faith.

1540Pal. She met him in an Arbour:

1541What did she there Cuz? play o'th virginals?

1542Arc. Something she did Sir.

1543Pal. Made her groane a moneth for't; or 2. or 3. or 10.

1544Arc. The Marshals Sister,

1545Had her share too, as I remember Cosen,

1546Else there be tales abroade, you'l pledge her?

1547Pal. Yes.

1548Arc. A pretty broune wench t'is-There was a time

1549When yong men went a hunting, and a wood,

1550And a broade Beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho.

1551Pal. For Emily, upon my life; Foole

1552Away with this straind mirth; I say againe

1553That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen,

1554Dar'st thou breake first?

1555Arc. you are wide.

1556Pal. By heaven and earth, ther's nothing in thee honest.

G Arc.

1557Arc, Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now:

1558Pal. As thou makst me, Traytour.

1559Arc. Ther's all things needfull, files and shirts, and, per-(fumes:

1560Ile come againe some two howres hence, and bring

1561That that shall quiet all,

1562Pal. A Sword and Armour.

1563Arc. Feare me not; you are now too fowle; farewell.

1564Get off your Trinkets, you shall want nought;

1565Pal. Sir ha:

1566Arc. Ile heare no more. Exit.

1567Pal. If he keepe touch, he dies for't. Exit.

1569Daugh. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too,

1570The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets:

1571The Sun has seene my Folly: Palamon;

1572Alas no; hees in heaven; where am I now?

1573Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles

1574And ther's a Rocke lies watching under water;

1575Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now,

1576Ther's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry?

1577Vpon her before the winde, you'l loose all els:

1578Vp with a course or two, and take about Boyes.

1579Good night, good night, y'ar gone; I am very hungry,

1580Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me

1581Newes from all parts o'th world, then would I make

1582A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle

1583By east and North East to the King of Pigmes,

1584For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father

1585Twenty to one is trust up in a trice

1586To morrow morning, Ile say never a word.

1588 For ile cut my greene coat, afoote above my knee,

1589And ile clip my yellow lockes; an inch below mine eie.

1591 He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride

1592And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide

1594O for a pricke now like a Nightingale, to put my breast

1595Against. I shall sleepe like a Top else. Exit.

1596Scaena 6. Enter a Schoole master 4. Countrymen: and

1598Sch Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye?

1599have my Rudiments bin labourd so long with ye? milkd unto

1600ye, and by a figure even the very plumbroth & marrow of

1601my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry where,

1602and how, & wherfore? you most course freeze capacities, ye

1603jave Iudgements, have I saide thus let be, and there let be,

1604and then let be, and no man understand mee, proh deum,

1605medius fidius, ye are all dunces: For why here stand I.

1606Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the

1607Duke appeares, I meete him and unto him I utter learned

1608things, and many figures, he heares, and nods, and hums, and

1609then cries rare, and I goe forward, at length I fling my Cap

1610up; marke there; then do you as once did Meleager, and the

1611Bore break comly out before him: like true lovers, cast your

1612selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace, and

1613turne Boyes.

16141. And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold.

16152. Draw up the Company, Where's the Taborour.

16163. Why Timothy.

1617Tab. Here my mad boyes, have at ye.

1618Sch. But I say where's their women?

16194. Here's Friz and Maudline.

16202. And little Luce with the white legs, and bouncing(Barbery.

16211. And freckeled Nel; that never faild her Master.

1622Sch. Wher be your Ribands maids? swym with your Bodies

1623And carry it sweetly, and deliverly

1624And now and then a fauour, and a friske.

1625Nel. Let us alone Sir.

1626Sch. Wher's the rest o'th Musicke.

16273. Dispersd as you commanded.

1628Sch. Couple then

1629And see what's wanting; wher's the Bavian?

1630My friend, carry your taile without offence

1631Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure

1632You tumble with audacity, and manhood,

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1633And when you barke doe it with judgement.

1634Bau. Yes Sir.

1635Sch. Quo usque taudem. Here is a woman wanting

16364. We may goe whistle: all the fat's i'th fire.

1637Sch. We have,

1638As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile,

1639We have beene fatuus, and laboured vainely.

16402. This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding

1641That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,

1642Cicely the Sempsters daughter:

1643The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin;

1644Nay and she faile me once, you can tell Arcas

1645She swore by wine, and bread, she would not breake.

1646Sch. An Eele and woman,

1647A learned Poet sayes: unles by'th taile

1648And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile,

1649In manners this was false position

16501. A fire ill take her; do's she flinch now?

16513. What

1652Shall we determine Sir?

1653Sch. Nothing,

1654Our busines is become a nullity

1655Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.

16564. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it,

1657Now to be frampall, now to pisse o'th nettle,

1658Goe thy waies, ile remember thee, ile fit thee,

1661 The George alow, came from the South, from

1662The coast of Barbary a.

1663And there he met with brave gallants of war

1665 Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants,

1666And whither now are you bound a

1667O let me have your company till come to the sound a

1668There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet

1671The third he sed it was a hawke, and her bels wer cut away.

16723. Ther's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i'th Nick as

1673mad as a march hare: if wee can get her daunce, wee are

1674made againe: I warrant her, shee'l doe the rarest gambols.

16751. A mad woman? we are made Boyes.

1676Sch. And are you mad good woman?

1677Daugh. I would be sorry else,

1678Give me your hand.

1679Sch. Why?

1680Daugh. I can tell your fortune.

1681You are a foole: tell ten, I have pozd him: Buz

1682Friend you must eate no white bread, if you doe

1683Your teeth will bleede extreamely, shall we dance ho?

1684I know you, y'ar a Tinker: Sirha Tinker

1685Stop no more holes, but what you should.

1686Sch. Dij boni. A Tinker Damzell?

1687Daug, Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now, and let him(play

1688Quipassa, o'th bels and bones.

1689Sch, Goe take her, aud fluently perswade her to a peace:

1690Et opus exegi, quod nec Iouis ira, nec ignis.

1691Strike up, and leade her in.

16922, Come Laste, lets trip it.

1693Daugh. Ile leade. (Winde Hornes:

16943. Doe, doe.

1695Sch. Perswasively, and cunningly: away boyes,

1697I heare the hornes: give me some

1698Meditation, and marke your Cue;

1699Pallas inspire me.

1701Thes. This way the Stag tooke.

1702Sch. Stay, and edifie.

1703Thes. What have we here?

1704Per. Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir.

1705Per. Well Sir, goe forward, we will edifie.

1706Ladies sit downe, wee'l stay it.

1707Sch. Thou doughtie Duke all haile: all haile sweet (Ladies.

1708Thes. This is a cold beginning.

1709Sch. If you but favour; our Country pastime made is,

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1710We are a few of those collected here

1711That ruder Tongues distinguish villager,

1712And to say veritie, and not to fable;

1713We are a merry rout, or else a rable

1714Or company, or by a figure, Choris

1715That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris.

1716And I that am the rectifier of all

1717By title Pedagogus, that let fall

1718The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones,

1719And humble with a Ferula the tall ones,

1720Doe here present this Machine, or this frame,

1721And daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fame

1722From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar

1723Is blowne abroad; helpe me thy poore well willer,

1724And with thy twinckling eyes, looke right and straight

1725Vpon this mighty Morr---of mickle waight

1726Is---now comes in, which being glewd together

1727Makes Morris, and the cause that we came hether.

1728The body of our sport of no small study

1729I first appeare, though rude, and raw, and muddy,

1730To speake before thy noble grace, this tenner:

1731At whose great feete I offer up my penner.

1732The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright,

1733The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night

1734That seeke out silent hanging: Then mine Host

1735And his fat Spowse, that welcomes to their cost

1736The gauled Traveller, and with a beckning

1737Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning:

1738Then the beast eating Clowne, and next the foole,

1739The Bavian with long tayle, and eke long toole,

1740Cum multis aliijs that make a dance,

1741Say I, and all shall presently advance.

1742Thes. I, I by any meanes, deere Domine.

1743Per. Produce. Musicke Dance.

1744Intrate filij, Come forth, and foot it,

1745Ladies, if we have beene merry

1746And have pleasd thee with a derry,

1747And a derry, and a downe

1748Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne:

1749Duke, if we have pleasd three too

1750And have done as good Boyes should doe,

1751Give us but a tree or twaine

1752For a Maypole, and againe

1753Ere another yeare run out,

1754Wee'l make thee laugh and all this rout.

1755Thes. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart.

1756Hip. Never so pleasd Sir.

1757Emil. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface

1758I never heard a better.

1759Thes. Schoolemaster, I thanke yon, One see'em all re-(warded.

1760Per. And heer's something to paint your Pole withall.

1761Thes. Now to our sports againe.

1762Sch. May the Stag thou huntst stand long,

1763And thy dogs be swift and strong:

1764May they kill him without lets,

1765And the Ladies eate his dowsets: Come we are all made.

1767Dij Deaeq; omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches. Exeunt.

1769Pal. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith

1770To visit me againe, and with him bring

1771Two Swords, and two good Armors; if he faile

1772He's neither man, nor Souldier; when he left me

1773I did not thinke a weeke could have restord

1774My lost strength to me, I was growne so low,

1775And Crest-falne with my wants; I thanke thee Arcite,

1776Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe

1777With this refreshing, able once againe

1778To out dure danger: To delay it longer

1779Would make the world think when it comes to hearing,

1780That I lay fatting like a Swine, to fight

1781And not a Souldier: Therefore this blest morning

1782Shall be the last; and that Sword he refutes,

1783If it but hold, I kill him with; tis Iustice:

1784So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow.

1786Arc. Good morrow noble kinesman,

1787Pal. I have put you

1788To too much paines Sir.

1789Arc. That too much faire Cosen,

1790Is but a debt to honour, and my duty.

1791Pal. Would you were so in all Sir; I could wish ye

1792As kinde a kinsman, as you force me finde

1793A beneficiall foe, that my embraces

1794Might thanke ye, not my blowes.

1795Arc. I shall thinke either

1796Well done, a noble recompence.

1797Pal. Then I shall quit you.

1798Arc. Defy me in these faire termes, and you show

1799More then a Mistris to me, no more anger

1800As you love any thing that's honourable;

1801We were not bred to talke man, when we are arm'd

1802And both upon our guards, then let our fury

1803Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us,

1804And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty

1805Truely pertaines (without obbraidings, scornes,

1806Dispisings of our persons, and such powtings

1807Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes) will be seene

1808And quickly, yours, or mine: wilt please you arme Sir,

1809Or if you feele your selfe not fitting yet

1810And furnishd with your old strength, ile stay Cosen

1811And ev'ry day discourse you into health,

1812As I am spard, your person I am friends with,

1813And I could wish I had not saide I lov'd her

1814Though I had dide; But loving such a Lady

1815And justifying my Love, I must not fly from't.

1816Pal. Arcite, thou art so brave an enemy

1817That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee,

1818I am well, and lusty, choose your Armes.

1819Arc. Choose you Sir.

1820Pal. Wilt thou exceede in all, or do'st thou doe it

1821To make me spare thee?

1822Arc. If you thinke so Cosen,

1823You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier.

1824I will not spare you.

1825Pal. That's well said.

1826Arc. You'l finde it.

1827Pal. Then as I am an honest man and love,

1828With all the justice of affection

1829Ile pay thee soundly: This ile take.

1830Arc. That's mine then,

1831Ile arme you first.

1832Pal. Do: pray thee tell me Cosen,