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