3034Thes. Why the knights must kindle

3035Their valour at your eye: know of this war

3036You are the Treasure, and must needes be by

3037To give the Service pay.

3038Emil, Sir pardon me,

3039The tytle of a kingdome may be tride

3040Out of it selfe.

3041Thes. Well, well then, at your pleasure,

3042Those that remaine with you, could wish their office

3043To any of their Enemies.

3044Hip. Farewell Sister,

3045I am like to know your husband fore your selfe

3046By some small start of time, he whom the gods

3047Doe of the two know best, I pray them he

3048Be made your Lot.

3050Emil. Arcite is gently visagd; yet his eye

3051Is like an Engyn bent, or a sharpe weapon

3052In a soft sheath; mercy, and manly courage

3053Are bedfellowes in his visage: Palamon

3054Has a most menacing aspect, his brow

3055Is grav'd, and seemes to bury what it frownes on,

3056Yet sometime tis not so, but alters to

3057The quallity of his thoughts; long time his eye

3058Will dwell upon his object. Mellencholly

3059Becomes him nobly; So do's Arcites mirth,

3060But Palamons sadnes is a kinde of mirth,

3061So mingled, as if mirth did make him sad,

3062And sadnes, merry; those darker humours that

3063Sticke misbecomingly on others, on them

3064Live in faire dwelling.

3066Harke how yon spurs to spirit doe incite

3067The Princes to their proofe, Arcite may win me,

3068And yet may Palamon wound Arcite to

3069The spoyling of his figure. O what pitty

3070Enough for such a chance; if I were by

3071I might doe hurt, for they would glance their eies

M Toward