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Threats a brave life ; each stroke laments Stick misbecomingly on others, on him
The place whereon it falls, and sounds more like Live in fair dwelling.
A bell, than blade: I will stay here:

(Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a charge. It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd Hark, how yon spurs to spirit do incite With what shall happen, ('gainst the which The princes to their proof! Arcite may win me; there is

And yet may Palamon wound Arcite, to No deafing) but to hear, not taint mine eye The spoiling of his figure. Oh, what pity With dread siglits it may shun.

Enough for such a chance! If I were by, Per. Sir, my good lord,

I might do hurt; for they would glance their Your sister will no further.

eyes Thes. Oh, she must:

Toward my seat, and in that motion might She shall see deeds of honour in their kind, Omit a ward, or forfeit an offence, Which sometime shew well-pencil'd: Nature Which craved that very time; it is much better

(Cornets. Cry within, A Palamon! Shall make and act the story, the belief

I am not there; oh, better never born Both seal'd with eye and ear. You must be Than minister to such harm !-What is the present;

chance? You are the victor's meed, the price and garland To crown the question's title.

Enter a Servant. Em. Pardon me;

Sero. The cry's a Palamon. If I were there, I'd wink.

Emi. Then he has won. 'Twas ever likely: Thes. You must be there;

He look'd all grace and success, and he is This trial is as 'twere i'th' night, and you Doubtless the primest of men. I prithee run, The only star to shine.

And tell me how it

goes. Emi. I am extinct;

(Shout, and cornets; cry, A Palamon! There is but envy in that light, which shews

Sery. Still Palamon. The one the other. Darkness, which ever was

Emi. Run and enquire. Poor servant, thou The dam of Horror, who does stand accurs’d

hast lost! Of many mortal millions, may even now,

Upon my right side still I wore thy picture, By casting her black mantle over both

Palamon's on the left: Why so, I know not; That neither could find other, get herself

I had no end in't; Chance would have it so. Some part of a good name, and many a murder

[Another cry and shout within, and cornets. Set off whereto she's guilty.

On the sinister side the heart lies; Palamon Hip. You must go.

Had the best-boding chance. This burst of Emi. In faith, I will not.

clamour Thes. Why, the knights must kindle

Is sure the end oth' combat.
Their valour at your eye: Know, of this war
You are the treasure, and must needs be by

Enter Servant.
To give the service pay.
Èmi. Sir, pardon me;

Sero. They said that Palamon had Arcite's The title of a kingdom may be tried

body Out of itself.

Within an inch o'th' pyramid, that the cry Thes. Well, well then, at your pleasure. Was general a Palamon; but anon, Those that remain with you could wish their Th' assistants made a brave redemption, and office

The two bold tilters at this instant are To any of their enemies.

Hand to hand at it. Hip. Farewell, sister !

Emi. Were they metamorphos’d I'm like to know your husband 'fore yourself, Both into one-oh, why? there were no woman By some small start of time: He whom the gods Worth so composed a man ! Their single share, Do of the two know best, I pray them he Their nobleness peculiar to them, gives Be made your lot!

The prejudice of disparity, value's shortness, [Ereunt Theseus, HIPPOLITA, PERITIOUS, fc.

[Cornets. Cry within, Arcite, Arcite! Emi. Arcite is gently visaged; yet his eye To any lady breathing.–More exulting ? Is like an engine bent, or a sharp weapon Palamon still? In a soft sheath ; Mercy, and manly courage, Seru. Nay, now the sound is Arcite. Are bedfellows in his visage. Palamon

Emi. I prithee lay attention to the cry; Has a most menacing aspect; his brow

(Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite, victory! Is graved, and seems to bury what it frowns on; Set both thine ears to th' business. Yet sometimes 'tis not so, but alters to

Sert. The cry is The quality of his thoughts; long time his eye Arcite, and victory! Hark! Arcite, victory! Will dwell upon his object; melancholy The combat's consummation is proclaim'd Becomes him nobly; so does Arcite's mirth; By the wind-instruments. But Palamon's sadness is a kind of mirth,

Emi. Half-sights saw So mingled, as if Mirth did make him sad, That Arcite was no babe: God's 'lid, his richAnd Sadness, merry; those darker humours that


And costliness of spirit look'd thro' him! it

SCENE IV. could

Enter PALAMON and his Knights pinion'd, No more be hid in him than fire in flax,

Jailor, Erecutioner, and Guard.
Than humble banks can go to law with waters,
That drift winds force to raging. I did think

Pal. There's many a man alive that hath out

liv'd Good Palamon would miscarry; yet I knew not Why I did think so: Our reasons are not pro

The love o'th' people; yea, i'th' self-same state phets,

Stands many a father with his child: Some

comfort When oft our fancies are. They're coming off: Alas, poor Palamon!


We have by so considering ; we expire,

And not without mens' pity; to live still, Enter Theseus, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, AR- Have their good wishes; we prevent CITE as ticior, attendunts, &c.

The loathsome misery of age, beguile Thes. Lo, where our sister is in expectation,

The gout and rheum, that in lag hours attend Yet quaking, and unsettled. Fairest Emilia,

For grey approachers; we come tow’rds the gods The gods, by their divine arbitrament,

Young, and unwarp'd, not halting under crimes Have given you this knight: He is a good one

Many and stale; that sure shall please the gods As ever struck at head. Give me your hands !

Sooner than such, to give us nectar with 'em, Receive you her, you him; be plighted with

Fdr we are more clear spirits. My dear kinsmen, A love that grows as you decay!

Whose lives (for this poor comfort) are laid down,

You've sold 'em too, too cheap.
Arc. Emilia,
To buy you I have lost what's dearest to me,

1 Knight. What ending could be Save what is bought; aud yet I purchase cheaply, of more content? O’er us the victors have As I do rate your value.

Fortune, whose title is as momentary Thes. Oh, lov'd sister,

As to us death is certain ; a grain of honour He speaks now of as brave a knight as e'er

They not o'er-weigh us.

2 Knight. Let us bid farewell; Did spur a noble steed: Surely the gods Would have him die a bachelor, lest his race

And with our patience anger tott'ring Fortune,

Who at her certain'st reels. Should shew i' th' world too godlike ! His behaviour

3 Knight. Come, who begins ? So charm’d me, that methought Alcides was

Pal. Even he that led you to this banquet, shall To him a sow of lead: If I could praise

Taste to you all. Ah-ha, my friend, my friend! Each part of him to th' all I've spoke, your You'll see't done now for ever. Pray how does

Your gentle Daughter gave me freedom once; Arcite

she? Did not lose by't; for be that was thus good,

I heard she was not well; her kind of ill
Encounter'd yet his better. I have heard
Two emulous Philomels beat the ear o'th' night Gave me some sorrow,

Jailor. Sir, she's well restor’d,
With their contentious throats, now one the

And to be married shortly.

Pal. By my short life,
Anon the other, then again the first,
And by and by out-breasted, that the sense

I am most glad on't! 'tis the latest thing
Could not be judge between 'em: So it fared

I shall be glad of; prithee tell her so: Good space between these Kinsmen ; till Hea- Commend me to her, and to piece her portion

Tender her this. vens did Make hardly one the winner. Wear the garland

i Knight. Nay, let's be offerers all.

2 Knight. Is it a maid ? With joy that you have won! For the subdued,

Pal. Verily, I think so;
Give them our present justice, since I know
Their lives but pinch 'em; let it here be done.

A right good creature, more to me deserving The scene's not for our seeing: Go we hence,

Than I can quit or speak of. Right joyful, with some sorrow! Arm your prize,

All Knights, Commend us to her. I know you will not lose her. Hippolita,

[Give their purses I see one eye of yours conceives a tear,

Juilor. The gods requite you all,

And make her thankful! The wbich it will deliver,

(Flourish. Emi. Is this winning?

Pal. Adieu! and let my life be now as short Oh, all you heavenly powers, where is your

As my leave-taking. [Lies on the blocka mercy?

i Knight. Lead, courageous cousin ! But that your wills have said it must be so,

2 Knight. We'll follow cheerfully. And charge me live to comfort this unfriended, [A great noise within, crying, Run, save, hold ! This miserable prince, that cuts away

Enter in husle a Messenger. A life more worthy from him than all women, Mess. Hold, hold! oh, hold, hold, hold ! I should, and would die too. Hip. Infinite pity,

Enter PerITHOUs in haste. That four such eyes should be so fix'd on one, Per. Hold, hoa! it is a cursed haste you made, That two must needs be blind fort!

If you have done so quickly:-Noble Palamon, Thes. So it is.

(Ereunt. | The gods will shew their glory in a life

That thou art yet to lead.

One that yet loves thee dying. Pal. Can that be, when

Arc. Take Emilia, Venus I've said is false ? How do things fare? And with her all the world's joy. Reach thy Per. Arise, great sir, and give the tidings ear

hand; That are most dearly sweet and bitter !

Farewell ! I've told my last hour. I was false, Pal. What

Yet never treacherous : Forgive me, cousin ! Hath wak'd us from our dream?

One kiss from fair Emilia ! 'Tis done : Per. List then ! Your cousin,

Take her. I die!

[Dies. Mounted upon a steed that Emily

Pal. Thy brave soul seek Elysium ! Did first bestow on him, a black one, owing Emi. I'll close thine eyes, prince; blessed Not a hair-worth of white, which some will say

souls be with thee! Weakens his price, and many will not buy Thou art a right good man; and while I live His goodness with this note; which superstition This day I give to tears. Here finds allowance : On this horse is Arcite, Pal. And I to honour. Trotting the stones of Athens, which the calkins Thes. In this place first you fought ; even very Did rather tell than trample; for the horse

here Would make his length a mile, if't pleas’d his I sunder'd you : Acknowledge to the gods rider

Our thanks that you are living. To put pride in him : As he thus went counting. His part is play'd, and, though it were too short, The flinty pavement, dancing as 'twere to th' He did it well: Your day is lengthen'd, and music

The blissful dew of Heaven does arrose you; His own hoofs made (for, as they say, from iron The powerful Venus well hath grac'd her altar, Came music's origin) what envious flint, And given you your love; our master Mars Cold as old Saturn, and like him possess'd Has vouch'd his oracle, and to Arcite gave With fire malevolent, darted a spark,

The grace of the contention : So the deities Or what fierce sulphur else, to this end made, Have shew'd due justice. Bear this hence ! I comment not; the hot horse, hot as fire,

Pal. Oh, cousin, Took toy at this, and fell to what disorder That we should things desire, which do cost us His power could give his will, bounds, comes on The loss of our desire ! that nought could buy end,

Dear love, but loss of dear love! Forgets school-doing, being therein train'd,

Thes. Never Fortune And of kind manage ; pig-like he whines Did play a subtler game: The conquer'd triumphs, At the sharp rowel, which he frets at rather The victor has the loss; yet in the passage Than any jot obeys ; seeks all foul means The gods have been most equal. Palamon, Of boisterous and rough jadry, to dis-seat Your Kinsman hath confess'd the right o'the His lord that kept it bravely: When nought

lady serv’d,

Did lie in you; for you first saw her, and When neither curb would crack, girth break, nor Even then proclaim'd your fancy; he restor'd diff"ring plunges

her, Dis-root his rider whence he grew, but that As your stol'n jewel, and desir'd your spirit He kept him 'tween his legs, on his hind hoofs To send him hence forgiven: The gods my juson end he stands,

tice That Arcite's legs being higher than his head, Take from my hand, and they themselves become Seem'd with strange art to hang : His victor's The executioners. Lead your lady off; wreath

And call your lovers from the stage of death, Even then fell off his head; and presently Whom I adopt my friends. A day or two Backward the jade comes o'er, and his full poize Let us look sadly, and give grace unto Becomes the rider's load. Yet is he living, The funeral of Arcite ! in whose end But such a vessel 'tis that floats but for

The visages of bridegrooms we'll put on, The surge that next approaches : He much de- And smile with Palamon; for whom an hour, sires

But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry, To have some speech with you. Lo, he

As glad of Arcite; and am now as glad, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, EMILIA, ARCITE

As for him sorry. Oh, you heav'nly charmers, in a chair.

What things you make of us ! For what we lack

We laugh, for what we have are sorry still ; Pal. Oh, miserable end of our alliance ! Are children in some kind. Let us be thankful The gods are mighty !--Arcite, if thy heart, For that which is, and with You leave dispute Thy worthy manly heart, be yet unbroken, That are above our question ! Let's go off, Give me thy last words ! I am Palamon, And bear us like the time. (Flourish, Ereunt.

appears !






WOMEN. ARBACES, king of Iberia.

ARANE, the queen-mother.
TIGRANES, king of Armenia.

PANTHEA, her daughter.
GOBRIAS, lord-protector, and father of Arbaces, SPAconia, a lady, daughter of Ligones.
BACTRIUS, another lord.

MANDANE, a wuiting-woman; und other attenMARDONIUS,

dants. BESSUS, }two captains.

Three men and a woman. LIGONES, father of Spaconia.

PHILIP, a servant, and two citizens' wives. Tæo gentlemen.

A Alessenger, Tuo Saord-men.

A Servant to BACURIUS.

A Boy.
SCENE.- On the Frontiers of Armenia ; and afterwards in the Metropolis of Iberia.


Mar. Why, didst thou see it?
Enter MARDONIUS and Bessus,

Bes. You stood wi' me. Mar. Bessus, the king has made a fair hand Mar. I did so; but methought thou wink d'st on't; be has ended the wars at a blow. Would every blow they struck. my sword had a close basket hilt, to hold wine, Bes. Well, I believe there are better soldiers and the blade would make knives; for we shall than I, that never saw two princes fight in lists. have nothing but eating and drinking.

Mar. By my troth, I think so too, Bessus ; Bes

. We that are commanders shall do well many a thousand : But, certainly, all that are enough.

worse than thou have seen as much. Mar. Faith, Bessus, such commanders as thou Bes. 'Twas bravely done of our king. may: I had as lieve set thee perdue for a pud- Mar. Yes, if he had not ended the wars. I'm ding i'th' dark, as Alexander the Great.

glad thou dar'st talk of such dangerous busiBes. I love these jests exceedingly. Mar. I think thou lov'st 'em better than quar- Bes. To take a prince prisoner in the heart relling, Bessus ; I'll say so much in thy behalf. of his own country, in single combat. And yet thou’rt valiant enough upon a retreat: I Mar. See, how thy blood curdles at this: I think thou wouldst kill any man that stop d'thee, think thou couldst be contented to be beaten if thou couldst.

i' this passion. Bes. But was not this a brave combat, Mar- Bes. Shall I tell you truly?

Mar. Ay VOL. I.



donius ?



Bes. I could willingly venture for it.

not hear it, Bessus. Here he is, with his prey in Mar. Hum ! no venture neither, Bessus.

his foot. Bes. Let me not live, if I do not think 'tis a braver piece of service than that I'm so fam’d

Enter ARBACES, TIGRANES, and two Gentlefor. Mar. Why, art thou fam'd for any

valour? Arb. Thy sadness, brave Tigranes, takes away Bes. Fam'd? I warrant you.

From my full victory: Am I become Mar. I'm e'en heartily glad on’t: I have been Of so small fame, that any man should grieve with thee e'er since thou cam’st to the wars, and when I o'ercome him? They, that plac'd me here, this is the first word that ever I heard on't. Intended it an honour, large enough Prithee, who fames thee?

For the most valiant living, but to dare Bes. The Christian world.

Oppose me single, though he lost the day. Mar. 'Tis heathenishly done of 'em, in

my What should afflict you? You're as free as I. conscience: Thou deserv'st it not.

To be my prisoner, is to be more free Bes. Yes, I ha' done good service.

Than you were formerly. And never think, Mar. I do not know how thou may'st wait of The man, I held worthy to combat me, a man in's chamber, or thy agility in shifting of Shall be us'd servilely." Thy ransom is, a trencher; but otherwise no service, good Bes- To take my only sister to thy wife:

A heavy one, Tigranes; for she is
Bes. You saw me do the service yourself. A lady, that the neighbour princes send

Mar. Not so hasty, sweet Bessus! Where Blanks to fetch home. I have been too unkind was it ? is the place vanish’d?

To her, Tigranes: She, but nine years old, Bes. At Bessus' Desp'rate Redemption. I left her, and ne'er saw her since: Your wars Mar. At Bessus' Desp’rate Redemption! Have held me long, and taught me, though a where's that ?

youth, Bes. There, where I redeem'd the day: the The way to victory. She was a pretty child; place bears my name.

Then, I was little better ; but now fame Mar. Prithee, who christen'd it?

Cries loudly on her, and my messengers Bes. The soldiers.

Make me believe she is a miracle. Mar. If I were not a very merrily disposed man, She'll make you shrink, as I did, with a stroke, what would become of thee? One that had but But of her eye, Tigranes. a grain of choler in the whole composition of his Tigr. Is't the course body, would send thee on an errand to the worins, Of Iberia to use her prisoners thus? for putting thy name upon that field: Did not í Had fortune thrown my name above Arbaces', beat thee there, i'th''head o’th' troops, with I should not thus have talk’d, sir : In Armenia, a truncheon, because thou wouldst needs run We hold it base. You should have kept your away with thy company, when we should charge

temper the enemy?

Till you saw home again, where 'tis the fashion, Bes. True, but I did not run.

Perhaps, to brag.
Mar. Right, Bessus: I beat thee out on't. Arb. Be you my witness, earth,

Bes. But came I not up when the day was Need I to brag ? Both not this captive prince gone, and redeem'd all ?

Speak me sufficiently, and all the acts Mar. Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meant'st That I have wrought upon his suffering land? to fly, and thy fear making thee mistake, thou Should I then boast? Where lies that foot of ran'st upon the enemy; and a hot charge thou

ground, gav'st; as, I'll do thee right, thou art furious in Within his whole realm, that I have not past, running away; and, I think, we owe thy fear for Fighting and conquering? Far then from me our victory. If I were the king, and were sure Be ostentation. I could tell the world, thou wouldst mistake always, and run away upon How I have laid his kingdom desolate, the enemy, thou shouldst be general, by this By this sole arm, prop'd by divinity; light.

Stript him out of his glories ; and have sent Bes. You'll never leave this, till I fall foul. The pride of all his youth to people graves;

Mar. No more such words, dear Bessus; for And made his virgins languish for their loves; though I have ever known thee a coward, and If I would brag. Should I, that have the pow'r therefore durst never strike thee, yet, if thou To teach the neighbour world humility, proceed’st, I will allow thee valiant, and beat Mix with vain-glory? thee.

Mar. Indeed, this is none.

[ Aside. Bes. Come, our king's a brave fellow.

Arb. Tigranes, nay, did I but take delight Mar. He is so, Bessus; I wonder how thou To stretch my deeds as others do, on words, cam'st to know it. But, if thou wert a man of I could amaze my hearers. understanding, I would tell thee, he is vain-glori- Mar. So you do. ous and humble, and angry and patient, and Arb. But he shall wrong his and my modesty, merry and dull, and joyful and sorrowful, in ex- That thinks me apt to boast: After an act tremity, in an hour. Do not think me thy friend, Fit for a god to do upon his foe, for this ; for if I car'd who knew it, thou shouldst A little glory in a soldier's mouth

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