3148Encountred yet his Better, I have heard

3149Two emulous Philomels, beate the eare o'th night

3150With their contentious throates, now one the higher,

3151Anon the other, then againe the first,

3152And by and by out breasted, that the sence

3153Could not be judge betweene 'em: So it far'd

3154Good space betweene these kinesmen; till heavens did

3155Make hardly one the winner: weare the Girlond

3156With joy that you have won: For the subdude,

3157Give them our present Iustice, since I know

3158Their lives but pinch 'em; Let it here be done:

3159The Sceane's not for our seeing, goe we hence,

3160Right joyfull, with some sorrow. Arme your prize,

3161I know you will not loose her: Hipolita

3162I see one eye of yours conceives a teare

3163The which it will deliver. Florish.

3164Emil. Is this wynning?

3165Oh all you heavenly powers where is you mercy?

3166But that your wils have saide it must be so,

3167And charge me live to comfort this unfriended,

3168This miserable Prince, that cuts away

3169A life more worthy from him, then all women;

3170I should, and would die too.

3171Hip. Infinite pitty

3172That fowre such eies should be so fixd on one

3173That two must needes be blinde fort.

3174Thes. So it is. Exeunt.

3175Scaena 4. Enter Palamon and his Knightes pyniond; Iaylor,

3177Ther's many a man alive, that hath out liv'd

3178The love o'th people, yea i'th selfesame state

3179Stands many a Father with his childe; some comfort

3180We have by so considering: we expire

3181And not without mens pitty. To live still,

3182Have their good wishes, we prevent

3183The loathsome misery of age, beguile

3184The Gowt and Rheume, that in lag howres attend

3185For grey approachers; we come towards the gods