1184Thes. You have done worthily; I have not seene

1185Since Hercules, a man of tougher synewes;

1186What ere you are, you run the best, and wrastle,

1187That these times can allow.

1188Arcite. I am proud to please you.

1189Thes. What Countrie bred you?

1190Arcite. This; but far off, Prince.

1191Thes. Are you a Gentleman?

1192Arcite. My father said so;

1193And to those gentle uses gave me life.

1194Thes. Are you his heire?

1195Arcite. His yongest Sir.

1196Thes. Your Father

1197Sure is a happy Sire then: what prooves you?

1198Arcite. A little of all noble Quallities:

1199I could have kept a Hawke, and well have holloa'd

1200To a deepe crie of Dogges; I dare not praise

1201My feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me

1202Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest,

1203I would be thought a Souldier.

1204Thes. You are perfect.

1205Pirith. Vpon my soule, a proper man.

1206Emilia. He is so.

1207Per. How doe you like him Ladie?

1208Hip. I admire him,

1209I have not seene so yong a man, so noble

1210(If he say true,) of his sort.

1211Emil. Beleeve,

1212His mother was a wondrous handsome woman,

1213His face me thinkes, goes that way.

1214Hyp. But his Body

1215And firie minde, illustrate a brave Father.

1216Per. Marke how his vertue, like a hidden Sun

1217Breakes through his baser garments.

1218Hyp. Hee's well got sure.

1219Thes. What made you seeke this place Sir?

1220Arc. Noble Theseus.

1221To purchase name, and doe my ablest service

1222To such a well-found wonder, as thy worth,

1223Fo onely in thy Court, of all the world

1224dwells faire-eyd honor.

1225Per. All his words are worthy.

1226Thes. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell,

1227Nor shall you loose your wish: Perithous

1228Dispose of this faire Gentleman.

1229Perith. Thankes Theseus.

1230What ere you are y'ar mine, and I shall give you

1231To a most noble service, to this Lady,

1232This bright yong Virgin; pray observe her goodnesse;

1233You have honourd hir faire birth-day, with your vertues,

1234And as your due y'ar hirs: kisse her faire hand Sir.

1235Arc. Sir, y'ar a noble Giver: dearest Bewtie,

1236Thus let me seale my vowd faith: when your Servant

1237(Your most unworthie Creature) but offends you,

1238Command him die, he shall.

1239Emil. That were too cruell.

1240If you deserve well Sir; I shall soone see't:

1241Y'ar mine, aud somewhat better than your rancke Ile use(you.

1242Per. Ile see you furnish'd, and because you say

1243You are a horseman, I must needs intreat you

1244This after noone to ride, but tis a rough one.

1245Arc. I like him better (Prince) I shall not then

1246Freeze in my Saddle.

1247Thes. Sweet, you must be readie,

1248And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and all

1249To morrow by the Sun, to doe observance

1250To flowry May, in Dians wood: waite well Sir

1251Vpon your Mistris: Emely, I hope

1252He shall not goe a foote.

F Emil.

1253Emil. That were a shame Sir,

1254While I have horses: take your choice, and what

1255You want at any time, let me but know it;

1256If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you

1257You'l finde a loving Mistris.

1258Arc. If I doe not,

1259Let me finde that my Father ever hated,

1260Disgrace, and blowes.

1261Thes. Go leade the way; you have won it:

1262It shall be so; you shall receave all dues

1263Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else,

1264Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant,

1265That if I were a woman, would be Master,

1266But you are wise. Florish.

1267Emil. I hope too wise for that Sir. Exeunt omnes.