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

3186Yong, and unwapper'd not, halting under Crymes

3187Many and stale: that sure shall please the gods

3188Sooner than such, to give us Nectar with 'em,

3189For we are more cleare Spirits. My deare kinsemen.

3190Whose lives (for this poore comfort) are laid downe,

3191You have sould 'em too too cheape.

31921. K. What ending could be

3193Of more content? ore us the victors have

3194Fortune, whose title is as momentary,

3195As to us death is certaine: A graine of honour

3196They not ore'-weigh us.

31972. K. Let us bid farewell;

3198And with our patience, anger tottring Fortune,

3199Who at her certain'st reeles.

32003. K. Come? who begins?

3201Pal. Ev'n he that led you to this Banket, shall

3202Taste to you all: ah ha my Friend, my Friend,

3203Your gentle daughter gave me freedome once;

3204You'l see't done now for ever: pray how do'es she?

3205I heard she was not well; her kind of ill

3206gave me some sorrow.

3207Iaylor. Sir she's well restor'd,

3208And to be marryed shortly.

3209Pal. By my short life

3210I am most glad on't; Tis the latest thing

3211I shall be glad of, pre'thee tell her so:

3212Commend me to her, and to peece her portion

3213Tender her this.

32141. K. Nay lets be offerers all.

32152. K. Is it a maide?

3216Pal. Verily I thinke so,

3217A right good creature, more to me deserving

3218Then I can quight or speake of.

3219All K. Commend us to her. They give their purses,

3220Iaylor. The gods requight you all,

3221And make her thankefull.

3222Pal. Adiew; and let my life be now as short,

3223As my leave taking. Lies on the Blocke.

M3 1. K.

32241. K. Leade couragiour Cosin.

32251. 2. K. Wee'l follow cheerefully.

3228Mess. Hold, Hold, O hold, hold, hold.

3230Pir. Hold hoa: It is a cursed hast you made

3231If you have done so quickly: noble Palamon,

3232The gods will shew their glory in a life.

3233That thou art yet to leade.

3234Pal. Can that be,

3235When Venus I have said is false? How doe things fare?

3236Pir. Arise great Sir, and give the tydings eare

3237That are most early sweet, and bitter.

3238Pal. What

3239Hath wakt us from our dreame?

3240Pir. List then: your Cosen

3241Mounted upon a Steed that Emily

3242Did first bestow on him, a blacke one, owing

3243Not a hayre worth of white, which some will say

3244Weakens his price, and many will not buy

3245His goodnesse with this note: Which superstition

3246Heere findes allowance: On this horse is Arcite

3247Trotting the stones of Athens, which the Calkins

3248Did rather tell, then trample; for the horse

3249Would make his length a mile, if't pleas'd his Rider

3250To put pride in him: as he thus went counting

3251The flinty pavement, dancing as t'wer to'th Musicke

3252His owne hoofes made; (for as they say from iron

3253Came Musickes origen) what envious Flint,

3254Cold as old Saturne, and like him possest

3255With fire malevolent, darted a Sparke

3256Or what feirce sulphur else, to this end made,

3257I comment not; the hot horse, hot as fire

3258Tooke Toy at this, and fell to what disorder

3259His power could give his will, bounds, comes on end,

3260Forgets schoole dooing, being therein traind,

3261And of kind mannadge, pig-like he whines

3262At the sharpe Rowell, which he freats at rather

3263Then any jot obaies; seekes all foule meanes

3264Of boystrous and rough Iadrie, to dis-seate

3265His Lord, that kept it bravely: when nought serv'd,

3266When neither Curb would cracke, girth breake nor diffring(plunges

3267Dis-roote his Rider whence he grew, but that

3268He kept him tweene his legges, on his hind hoofes

3270That Arcites leggs being higher then his head

3271Seem'd with strange art to hang: His victors wreath

3272Even then fell off his head: and presently

3273Backeward the Iade comes ore, and his full poyze

3274Becomes the Riders loade: yet is he living,

3275But such a vessell tis, that floates but for

3276The surge that next approaches: he much desires

3277To have some speech with you: Loe he appeares.

3279Pal. O miserable end of our alliance

3280The gods are mightie Arcite, if thy heart,

3281Thy worthie, manly heart be yet unbroken:

3282Give me thy last words, I am Palamon,

3283One that yet loves thee dying.

3284Arc. Take Emilia

3285And with her, all the worlds joy: Reach thy hand,

3286Farewell: I have told my last houre; I was false,

3287Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen:

3288One kisse from faire Emilia: Tis done:

3289Take her: I die.

3290Pal. Thy brave soule seeke Elizium.

3291Emil. Ile close thine eyes Prince; blessed soules be with(thee,

3292Thou art a right good man, and while I live,

3293This day I give to teares.

3294Pal. And I to honour.

3295Thes. In this place first you fought: ev'n very here

3296I sundred you, acknowledge to the gods

3297Our thankes that you are living:

3298His part is playd, and though it were too short

3299He did it well: your day is lengthned, and,

3300The blissefull dew of heaven do's arowze you.

3301The powerfull Venus, well hath grac'd her Altar,

3302And given you your love: Our Master Mars

3303Hast vouch'd his Oracle, and to Arcite gave

3304The grace of the Contention: So the Deities

3305Have shewd due justice: Beare this hence.

3306Pal. O Cosen,

3307That we should things desire, which doe cost us

3308The losse of our desire; That nought could buy

3309Deare love, but losse of deare love.

3310Thes. Never Fortune

3311Did play a subtler Game: The conquerd triumphes,

3312The victor has the Losse: yet in the passage,

3313The gods have beene most equall: Palamon,

3314Your kinseman hath confest the right o'th Lady

3315Did lye in you, for you first saw her, and

3316Even then proclaimd your fancie: He restord her

3317As your stolne Iewell, and desir'd your spirit

3318To send him hence forgiven; The gods my justice

3319Take from my hand, and they themselves become

3320The Executioners: Leade your Lady off;

3321And call your Lovers from the stage of death,

3322Whom I adopt my Frinds. A day or two

3323Let us looke sadly, and give grace unto

3324The Funerall of Arcite, in whose end

3325The visages of Bridegroomes weele put on

3326And smile with Palamon; for whom an houre,

3327But one houre since, I was as dearely sorry,

3328As glad of Arcite: and am now as glad,

3329As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers,

3330What things you make of us? For what we lacke

3331We laugh, for what we have, are sorry still,

3332Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefull

3333For that which is, and with you leave dispute

3334That are above our question: Let's goe off,

3335And beare us like the time. Florish. Exeunt.