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Pal. Oh, you Heav'ns, dare any

If he not answer'd, I should call a wolf, So noble bear a guilty business? None

And do him but that service. I have heard But only Arcite; therefore none but Arcite Strange howls this live-long night; why may't In this kind is so bold.

not be Are. Sweet Palamon

They have made prey of him? He has no weaPal. I do embrace you, and your offer: For

pons; Your offer do't I only, sir; your person, He cannot run; the jingling of his gyves Without hypocrisy, I may not wish

Might call fell things to listen, who have in them More than my sword's edge on't.

A sense to know a man unarm’d, and can (Wind horns of cornets. Smell where reestance is. I'll set it down Arc. You hear the horns :

He's torn to pies; they howľ'd many together, Enter your news quick, lest this match be- And then they d on him: So much for that! tween's

Be bold to ring the bell; how stand I then? Be crost ere met. Give me your hand; fare- All's char'd when he is gone. No, no, I lie; well!

My father's to be hang’d for his escape; I'll bring you every needful thing: I pray you Myself to beg, if I priz'd life so much Take comfort, and be strong!

As to deny my act; but that I would not, Pal. Pray hold your promise,

Should I try death by dozens -I am mop'd: And do the deed with a bent brow! most certain Food took 1 none these two days, You love me not; be rough with me, and pour Sipt some water; I've not clos'd mine eyes, This oil out of your language: By this air, Save when my lids scour'd off their brine. Alas, I could for each word give a cuft! my stomach Dissolve, my life ! let not my sense unsettle, Not reconciled by reason.

Lest I should drown, or stab, or hang myself! Arc. Plainly spoken!

Oh, state of Nature, fail together in me, Yet pardon me hard language: When I spur Since thy best props are warp’d-So! which way My horse, I chide him not content and anger


[Wind horns. The best way is, the next way to a grave: In me have but one face./ Hark, sir! they call Each errant step beside is torment. Lo, The scatter'd to the banquet: You must guess The moon is down, the crickets chirp, the I have an office there.

screech-owl Pal. Sir, your attendance

Calls in the dawn! all offices are done, Cannot please Heaven; and I know your

office Save what I fail in : But the point is this, Unjustly is atchieved.

An end, and that is all !

(Erit. Arc. I've a good title, I am persuaded: This question, sick between's,

SCENE III. By bleeding must be cur'd. I am a suitor

Enter ARCITE, with meat, wine, and files. That to your sword you will bequeath this plea, And talk of it no more.

Arc. I should be near the place. Ho, cousin Pal. But this one word:

You're going now to gaze upon my mistress;

For, note you, mine she is
Arc. Nay, then-

Pal. Arcite?
Pal. Nay, pray you !

Arc. The same: I've brought you food and You talk of feeding me to breed me strength:

files. You're going now to look upon a sun

Come forth, and fear not; here's no Theseus. That strengthens what it looks on; there you Pal. Nor none so honest, Arcite. Tin have

Arc. That's no matter; A vantage o'er me; but enjoy it till

We'll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage; I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. (Ereunt. You shall not die thus beastly; here, sir; drink!

I know you're faint; then I'll talk further with SCENE II.


Pal. Arcite, thou might'st now poison me. Enter Jailor's Daughter.

Arc. I might; Daugh. He has mistook the beck I meant; But I must fear you first. Sit down; and, good

now, After bis fancy. 'Tis now well nigh morning; No more of these vain parlies ! let us not, No matter! would it were perpetual night, Having our ancient reputation with us, And Darkness lord o'th' world !-Hark! 'tis a Make talk for fools and cowards. To your wolf:

health! In me hath grief slain fear, and, but for one Pal. Do thing,

Arc. Pray sit down then; and let me intreat I care for nothing, and that's Palamon:

you, I reck not if the wolves would jaw me, so By all the honesty and honour in you, He had this file. What if I halloo'd for him? No mention of this woman! 'twill disturb us; I cannot balloo; if I whoop’d, what then? We shall have time enough.

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Pal. Well, sir, I'll pledge you.

Get off your trinkets; you shall want nought. Arc. Drink a good hearty draught! it breeds Pal. Sirrahgood blood, man.

Arc. I'll hear no more!

(Erit. Do not you feel it thaw you?

Pal. If he keep touch, he dies for't! [Erit.
Pal. Stay; I'll tell you
After a draught or two more.

Arc. Spare it not;
The duke has more, coz. Eat now !

Enter Jailor's Daughter.
Pal. Yes.

Daugh. I'm very cold; and all the stars are Arc. I'm glad

out too, You have so good a stomach.

The little stars, and all that look like aglets: Pal. I am gladder

The sun has seen my folly. Palamon! I have so good meat to't.

Alas, no; he's in Heav'n!—Where am I now?Arc. Is't not mad lodging

Yonder's the sea, and there's a ship; how't tumHere in the wild woods, cousin ?

bles ! Pal. Yes, for them

And there's a rock lies watching under water; That have wild consciences.

Now, now, it beats upon it! now, now, now ! Arc. How tastes your victuals?

There's a leak sprung, a sound one; how they cry! Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.

Up with her 'fore the wind, you'll lose all else! Pal. Not much:

Up with a course or two, and tack about, boys! But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin. Good night, good night ; you're gone !- I'm What is this?

very hungry: Arc. Venison.

'Would I could find a fine frog! he would tell Pal. 'Tis a lusty meat. Give me more wine: Here, Arcite, to the wenches News from all parts o'th' world; then would I We have known in our days! The lord-steward's

make daughter;

A carrack of a cockle-shell, and sail Do you remember her?

By east and north-east to the king of pigmies, Arc. After you, coz.

For he tells fortunes rarely. Now my father, Pal. She lov'd a black-hair'd man.

Twenty to one, is truss'd up in a trice Arc. She did so: Well, sir?

To-morrow morning; I'll say never a word. Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite; and

SONG. Arc. Out with it, faith!

For I'll cut my green coat, a foot above my knee; Pal, She met him in an arbour:

And I'll clip my yellow locks, an inch below
What did she there, coz? Play o'th' virginals?
Arc. Something she did, sir.

Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny.
Pal. Made her groan a month fort;
Or two, or three, or ten.

He's buy me a white cut, forth for to ride,
Arc. The marshal's sister

And I'll go and seek him, thro' the world that is

so wide. Had her share too, as I remember, cousin, Else there be tales abroad: You'll pledge her?

Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny. Pal. Yes.

Oh, for a prick now like a nightingale, Arc. A pretty brown wench 'tis ! There was To put my breast against ! I shall sleep like a top


[Exit. When young men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale.

Pal. For Emily, upon my life! Fool,

Enter GERROLD, four

Countrymen (and the BaAway with this strain'd mirth! I say again,

vian,) two or three Wenches, with a Taborer. That sigh was breath'd for Emily: Base cousin, Ger. Fy, fy! Dar'st thou break first?

What tediosity and disensanity Arc. You're wide.

Is here among ye! Have my rudiments Pal. By Heav'n and earth,

Been labour'd so long with ye, milk'd unto ye, There's nothing in thee honest!

And, by a figure, ev’n the very plumb-broth Arc. Then I'll leave you:

And marrow of my understanding laid upon ye, You are a beast now.

And do ye still cry where, and how, and wherePal. As thou mak’st me, traitor.

fore? Arc. There's all things needful ; files, and Ye most coarse freeze capacities, ye sleave judge shirts, and perfumes :

ments, I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring Have I said thus let be, and there let be, That, that shall quiet all.

And then let be, and no man understand me? Pal. A sword and armour?

Proh Deum, medius fidius ; ye are all dunces ! Arc. Fear me not. You are now too foul: For why? here stand I; here the duke comes ; Farewell!

there are you,

mine eye.

a time

Close in the thicket; the duke appears, I meet Go thy ways; I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee!

him, And unto him I utter learned things,

Enter Jailor's Daughter. And many figures; he hears, and nods, and hums, Daugh. The George alow came from the South, And then cries rare! and I go forward; at length

From the coast of Barbary-a.
I fling my cap up; mark there! then do you, And there he met with brave gallants of war,
As once did Meleager and the boar,

By one, by two, by three-a.
Break comely out before him, like true lovers,
Cast yourselves in a body decently,

Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants !
And sweetly, by a figure, trace, and turn, boys !

And whether now are you bound-a? 1 Coun. And sweetly we will do it, master Oh, let me have your company Gerrold.

'Till I come to the Sound-a! 2 Coun. Draw up the company, Where's the There was three fools, fell out about an howlet: taborer?

The one said 'twas an owl, 3 Coun. Why, Timothy!

The other he said nay, Tab. Here, my mad boys; have at ye! The third he said it was a hawk, Ger. But I say where's their women?

And her bells were cut away. 4 Coun. Here's Friz and Maudlin. 2 Coun. And little Luce, with the white legs,

3 Coun. There is a dainty mad woman, magisand bouncing Barbary.

ter, 1 Coun. And freckled Nell, that never fail'd Comes i' th' nick; as mad as a March hare ! her master.

If we can get her dance, we're made again : Ger. Where be your ribands, maids ? Swim

I warrant her, she'll do the rarest gambols ! with your bodies,

1 Coun. A mad woman? We are made, boys! And carry it sweetly, and deliverly;

Ger. And are you mad, good woman? And now and then a favour, and a frisk!

Daugh. I would be sorry else; Nell. Let us alone, sir.

Give me your hand. Ger. Where's the rest o' th' music?

Ger. Why? 3 Coun. Dispers'd as you commanded.

Daugh. I can tell your fortune: Ger. Couple then,

You are a fool. Tell ten: I've poz'd him. Buz! And see what's wanting. Where's the Bavian? Friend, you must eat no white bread ; if you do, My friend, carry your tail without offence

Your teeth will bleed extremely. Shall we Or scandal to the ladies; and be sure

dance, ho? You tumble with audacity, and manhood!

I know you ; you're a tinker: Sirrah tinker, And when you bark, do it with judgment.

Stop no more holes, but what you should. Bav. Yes, sir.

Ger. Dii boni ! Ger. Quo usque tandem ? Here's a woman

A tinker, damsel? wanting

Daugh. Or a conjurer: 4 Coun. We may go whistle; all the fat's i' th’ Raise me a devil now, and let him play fire !

Quipassa, o'th' bells and bones! Ger. We have,

Ger. Go, take her, As learned authors utter, wash'd a tile;

And Auently persuade her to a peace : We have been fatuus, and labour'd vainly.

Atque opus exege, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis--2 Coun. This is that scornful piece, that scurvy Strike up, and lead her in! hilding,

2 Coun. Come, lass, let's trip it! That gave her promise faithfully she would be

Daugh. I'll lead.

[Wind horns. here,

3 Coun. Do, do. Cicely, the sempster's daughter!

Ger. Persuasively, and cunningly; away, boys! The next gloves that I give her shall be dog's skin!

[Ereunt all but ĠERROLD. Nay, an she fail me once-You can tell,


I hear the horns ; Give me some meditation, She swore, by wine and bread, she would not And mark your cue. Pallas inspire me! break.

Enter THESEUS, PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITĄ, A learned poet says, unless by th' tail

EMILIA, ARCITE, and Train. And with thy teeth thou hold, will either fail. Thes. This


took. In manners this was false position.

Ger. Stay, and edify! i Coun. A fire ill take her! does she flinch now? Thes. What have we here? 3 Coun. What

Per. Some country-sport, upon my life, sir. Shall we determine, sir?

Thes. Well, sir, go forward; we will edify.

Ladies, sit down; we'll stay it. Our business is become a nullity,

Ger. Thou doughty duke, all hail! all hail, Yea, and a woeful, and a piteous nullity!

sweet ladies? 4 Coun. Now, when the credit of our town

Thes. This is a cold beginning.

Ger. If you but favour, our country pastime Now to be frampal, now to piss o' th’ nettle !

made is.


Ger. Aneel and woman,

the stag

Ger. Nothing;

lay on it,




We are a few of those collected here,

Come, we are all made !

[Wind horns. That ruder tongues distinguish villager;

Dii Deaque omnes ! ye have danc'd rarely, wenches. And to say verity, and not to fable,

[Exeunt, We are a merry rout, or else a rabble, Or company, or, by a figure, chorus,

That 'fore thy dignity will dance a morris.
And I, that am the rectifier of all,

Enter Palamon from the bush.
By title Pedagogus, that let fall

Pal. About this hour my cousin gave his faith The birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a ferula the tall ones,

To visit me again, and with him bring

Two swords, and two good armours; if he fail, Do here present this machine, or this frame: And, dainty duke, whose doughty dismal fame

He's neither man, nor soldier. When he left me, From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar,

I did not think a week could have restored Is blown abroad; help me, thy poor well-willer,

My lost strength to me, I was grown so low And with thy twinkling eyes, look right and And crest-fall'n with my wants : I thank thee,

Arcite, straight Upon this mighty morr-of mickle weight;

Thou'rt yet a fair foe; and I feel myself,

With this refreshing, able once again
Is--now comes in, which being glew'd together
Makes morris, and the cause that we came hither, Would make the world think, when it comes to

To out-dure danger. To delay it longer
The body of our sport of no small study,
I first appear, though rude, and raw, and muddy, That I lay fatting, like a swine, to fight,

To speak before thy noble Grace, this tenor:
At whose great feet I offer up my penner.

And not a soldier: therefore, this blest morning The next, the lord of May, and lady bright,

Shall be the last; and that sword he refuses,

If it but hold, I kill him with ; 'tis justice :
The chambermaid, and servingman by night,
That seek out silent hanging: Then mine host,

So, Love and Fortune for me! Oh, good-morrow! And his fat spouse, that welcome to their cost

Enter ARCITE, with armours and swords. The galled traveller, and with a beck’ning Informs the tapster to inflame the reck’ning : Arc. Good-morrow, noble kinsman ! Then the beast-eating clown, and next the fool,

Pal. I have put you The Bavian, with long tail, and eke long tool; To too much pains, sir. Cum multis aliis, that make a dance;

Arc. That too much, fair cousin, Say ay, and all shall presently advance.

Is but a debt to honour, and my duty. Thes. Ay, ay, by any means, dear domine ! Pal. 'Would you were so in all, sir! I could Per. Produce. Ger. Intrate filii ! Come forth, and foot it. As kind a kinsman, as you force me find

A beneficial foe, that my embraces

Might thank you, not my blows.
Enter Countrymen, &c. They dance.

Årc, I shall think either,
Ladies, if we have been merry,

Well done, a noble recompense.

Pal. Then I shall quit you.
And have pleas'd ye with a derry,
And a derry, and a down,

Arc. Defy me in these fair terms, and you

shew Say the Schoolmaster's no clown.

More than a mistress to me : No more anger, Duke, if we have pleas'd thee too, And have done as good boys should do,

As you love any thing that's honourable ! Give us but a tree or twain

We were not bred to talk, man: when we're For a Maypole, and again,

arm’d, Ere another year run out,

And both upon our guards, then let our fury, We'll make thee laugh, and all this rout.

Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us !

And then to whom the birthright of this beauty Thes. Take twenty, domine !-How does my Truly pertains (without upbraidings, scorns, sweetheart?

Despisings of our persons, and such poutings Hip. Never so pleas'd, sir.

Fitter for girls and schoolboys) will be seen Emi. 'Twas an excellent dance;

And quickly, yours, or mine. Wilt please you And, for a preface, I never heard a better. Thes. Schoolmaster, I thank you. One sce Or if you feel yourself not fitting yet, 'em all rewarded !

And furnish’d with your old strength, I'll stay, Per. And here's something to paint your pole

cousin, withal,

And every day discourse you into health, Thes. Now to our sports again.

As I am spar'd: your person I am friends with,

And I could wish I had not said I lov'd her, Ger. May the stag thou hunt'st stand long, Though I had died; but loving such a ladly,

And thy dogs be swift and strong! And justifying my love, I must not fly from't.
May they kill bim without letts,

Päl. Arcite, thou art so brave an enemy,
And the ladies eat's dowsets!

That no man but thy cousin's fit to kill thee:

wish you

arm, sir?

To make me spare thee? sui brand

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I'm well, and lusty ; chuse your arms.

Methought I heard a dreadful clap of thunder Arc. Chuse you, sir.

Break from the troop. Pal. Wilt thou exceed in all, or dost thou Pal. But still before that flew do it

The lightning of your valour. Stay a little !

Is not this piece too straight? Arr. If you think cousin,

Arc. No, no; tis well. You are deceiv'd; for, as I am a soldier,

Pal. I would have thing hurt thee but my. I'll not spare you !

sword; Pal. That's well said.

A bruise would be dishonour. Are. You will find it.

Arc. Now I'm perfect. Pal. Then, as I am an honest man, and love

Pal. Stand off then! With all the justice of affection,

Arc. Take my sword ! I hold it better. I'll pay thee soundly! this I'll take.

Pal. I thank you, no; keep it; your life lies Årc. That's mine then;

on it: 111 arm you first.

Here's one, if it but hold, I ask no more Pal. Do. Pray thee tell me, cousin,

For all my hopes. My cause and honour guard Where got'st thou this good armour? Arc. 'Tis the duke's ;

[They bow several ways; then advance and stand. And, to say true, I stole it. Do I pinch you? Arc. And me, my love! Is there aught else to

Pal. No.
Arc, Is't not too heavy?

Pal. This only, and no more: Thou art mine Pal. I have worn a lighter;

aunt's son, But I shall make it serve.

And that blood we desire to shed is mutual ; Arc. I'll buckle't close.

In me, thine, and in thee, mine: my sword
Pal. By any means.

Is in my hand, and if thou killest me
Arc. You care not for a grand-guard ? The gods and I forgive thee! If there be

Pal. No, no ; we'll use no horses: I perceive A place prepared for those that sleep in honour, You would fain be at that fight.

I wish his weary soul that falls may win it ! Arc. I'm indifferent.

Fight bravely, cousin : give me thy noble hand! Pal. Faith, so am I. Good cousin, thrust the Arc. Here, Palamon! this hand shall never

buckle Through far enough.

Come near thee with such friendship. Arc. I warrant you.

Pal, I commend thee. Pal. My casque now.

Arc. If I fall, curse me, and say I was a Are. Will you fight bare-arm’d?

coward; Pal. We shall be the nimbler.

For none but such dare die in these just trials. Arc. But use your gauntlets though: those Once more, farewell, my cousin! are o' th' least;

Pal. Farewell, Arcite !

[Fight. Prithee take mine, good cousin !

(Horns within : they stand. Pal. Thank you, Arcite !

Arc. Lo, cousin, lo! our folly has undone us! How do I look? am I fall’n much away!

Pal. Why? Are. Faith, very little; Love has us d you Arc. This is the duke, a-hunting, as I told you; kindly.

If we be found, we're wretched! Oh, retire, Pal. I'll warrant thee, I'll strike home. For honour's sake! and safely presently Arc. Do, and spare not !

Into your bush again, sir! We shall find I'll give you cause, sweet cousin.

Too many hours to die in. Gentle cousin, Pal. Now to you, sir !

If you be seen you perish instantly,
Methinks this armour's very like that, Arcite, For breaking prison ; and I, if you reveal me,
Thou wor'st that day the three kings fell, but for my contempt: then all the world will scorn

Arr. That was a very good one; and that day, And say we had a noble difference,
I well remember, you out-did me, cousin ; But base disposers of it.
I never saw such valour: when you charg'd Pal. No, no, cousin;
Upon the left wing of the enemy,

I will no more be hidden, nor put off
I spurra hard to come up, and under me This great adventure to a second trial!
I had a right good horse.

I know your cunning, and I know your cause. Pal. You had indeed;

He that faints now, shame take him! put thyself A bright-bay, I remember.

Upon thy present guardAre. Yes. But all

Arc. You are not mad? Was vainly labour'd in me; you out-went me, ! Pal. Or I will make th' advantage of this hour Nor could my wishes reach you: yet a little

Mine own; and what to come shall threaten me, I did by imitation.

I fear less than my fortune. Know, weak cousin, Pal. More by virtue ;

I love Emilia ! and in that I'll bury You're modest, cousin.

Thee, and all crosses else! Arc, When I saw you charge first,

Arc. Then come what can come,

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