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,