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.