3072Toward my Seat, and in that motion might

3073Omit a ward, or forfeit an offence

3074Which crav'd that very time: it is much better

3076I am not there, oh better never borne

3077Then minister to such harme, what is the chance?

3079Ser. The Crie's a Palamon.

3080Emil. Then he has won: Twas ever likely,

3081He lookd all grace and successe, and he is

3082Doubtlesse the prim'st of men: I pre' thee run

3083And tell me how it goes.

3085Ser. Still Palamon.

3086Emil. Run and enquire, poore Servant thou hast lost,

3087Vpon my right side still I wore thy picture,

3088Palamons on the leff, why so, I know not,

3089I had no end in't; else chance would have it so.

3091On the sinister side, the heart lyes; Palamon

3092Had the best boding chance: This burst of clamour

3093Is sure th' end o'th Combat. Enter Servant.

3094Ser. They saide that Palamon had Arcites body

3095Within an inch o'th Pyramid, that the cry

3096Was generall a Palamon: But anon,

3097Th' Assistants made a brave redemption, and

3098The two bold Tytlers, at this instant are

3099Hand to hand at it.

3100Emil. Were they metamorphisd

3101Both into one; oh why? there were no woman

3102Worth so composd a Man: their single share,

3103Their noblenes peculier to them, gives

3104The prejudice of disparity values shortnes

3106To any Lady breathing---More exulting?

3107Palamon still?

3108Ser. Nay, now the sound is Arcite.

3109Emil. I pre' thee lay attention to the Cry.