557Scaena 4. A Battaile strooke withim: Then a Retrait: Florish.

5601. Qu. To thee no starre be darke.

5612. Qu. Both heaven and earth

562Friend thee for ever.

5633. Qu. All the good that may

564Be wishd upon thy head, I cry Amen too't.

565Thes. Th'imparciall Gods, who from the mounted hea-(vens

566View us their mortall Heard, behold who erre,

567And in their time chastice: goe and finde out

568The bones of your dead Lords, and honour them

569With treble Ceremonie, rather then a gap

570Should be in their deere rights, we would suppl'it.

571But those we will depute, which shall invest

572You in your dignities, and even each thing

573Our hast does leave imperfect; So adiew

574And heavens good eyes looke on you, what are those?

576Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judgd

577By their appointment; Some of Thebs have told's

578They are Sisters children, Nephewes to the King.

579Thes. By'th Helme of Mars, I saw them in the war,

580Like to a paire of Lions, succard with prey,

581Make lanes in troopes agast. I fixt my note

582Constantly on them; for they were a marke

583Worth a god's view: what prisoner was't that told me

584When I enquired their names?

585Herald. We leave, they'r called

586Arcite and Palamon,

587Thes. Tis right, those, those

588They are not dead?

589Her. Nor in a state of life, had they bin taken

590When their last hurts were given, twas possible

591They might have bin recovered; Yet they breathe

592And haue the name of men.

593Thes. Then like men use'em

594The very lees of such (millions of rates)

595Exceede the wine of others: all our Surgions

596Convent in their behoofe, our richest balmes

597Rather then niggard wast, their lives concerne us,

598Much more then Thebs is worth, rather then have 'em

599Freed of this plight, and in their morning state

600(Sound and at liberty) I would 'em dead,

601But forty thousand fold, we had rather have 'em

602Prisoners to us, then death; Beare 'em speedily

603From our kinde aire, to them unkinde, and minister

604What man to man may doe for our sake more,

605Since I have knowne frights, fury, friends, beheastes,

606Loves, provocations, zeale, a mistris Taske,

607Desire of liberty, a feavour, madnes,

608Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too

609Without some imposition, sicknes in will

610Or wrastling strength in reason, for our Love

611And great Appollos mercy, all our best,

612Their best skill tender. Leade into the Citty,

613Where having bound things scatterd, we will post Florish.

614To Athens for our Army. Exeunt.