3111Set both thine eares to'th busines.

3112Ser. The cry is

3113Arcite, and victory, harke Arcite, victory,

3114The Combats consummation is proclaim'd

3115By the wind Instruments.

3116Emil. Halfe sights saw

3117That Arcite was no babe: god's lyd, his richnes

3118And costlines of spirit look't through him, it could

3119No more be hid in him, then fire in flax,

3120Then humble banckes can goe to law with waters,

3121That drift windes, force to raging: I did thinke

3122Good Palamon would miscarry, yet I knew not

3123Why I did thinke so; Our reasons are not prophets

3124When oft our fancies are: They are comming off:

3125Alas poore Palamon. Cornets.

3128Thes. Lo, where our Sister is in expectation,

3129Yet quaking, and unsetled: Fairest Emily,

3130The gods by their divine arbitrament

3131Have given you this Knight, he is a good one

3132As ever strooke at head: Give me your hands;

3133Receive you her, you him, be plighted with

3134A love that growes, as you decay;

3135Arcite. Emily,

3136To buy you, I have lost what's deerest to me,

3137Save what is bought, and yet I purchase cheapely,

3138As I doe rate your value.

3139Thes. O loved Sister,

3140He speakes now of as brave a Knight as ere

3141Did spur a noble Steed: Surely the gods

3142Would have him die a Batchelour, least his race

3143Should shew i'th world too godlike: His behaviour

3144So charmd me, that me thought Alcides was

3145To him a sow of lead: if I could praise

3146Each part of him to'th all; I have spoke, your Arcite

3147Did not loose by't; For he that was thus good

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