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;