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Which, though he won, he had not; and now From me with leeches ; let them break and fall flurted

Off me with that corruption ! By peace, for whom he fought! Who then shall Arc. Clear-spirited cousin, offer

Let's leave his court, that we may nothing share To Mars' so scorned altar? I do bleed

Of his loud infamy! for our milk
When such I meet, and wish great Juno would Will relish of the pasture, and we must
Resume her ancient fit of jealousy,

Be vile, or disobedient; not his kinsmen
To get the soldier work, that peace might purge

In blood, unless in quality. For her repletion, and retain anew

Pal. Nothing truer. Her charitable heart, now hard, and harsher I think the echoes of his shames have deaf'd Than strife or war could be.

The ears of heavenly justice: widows' cries Arc. Are you not out?

Descend again into their throats, and have not Meet you no ruin, but the soldier, in

Due audience of the gods.—Valerius !
The cranks and turns of Thebes ? You did begin
As if you met decays of many kinds :

Perceive you none that do arouse your pity, Vul. The king calls for you; yet be leaden.
But th' unconsider'd soldier?

footed, Pal. Yes; I pity

Till his great rage be off him! Phæbus, when Decays where'er I find them; but such most, He broke his whipstock, and exclaim'd against That, sweating in an honourable toil,

The horses of the sun, but whisper'd, to Are paid with ice to cool 'em.

The loudness of his fury. Arc, 'Tis not this

Pal. Small winds shake him; I did begin to speak of; this is virtue

But what's the matter? Of no respect in Thebes: I spake of Thebes, Val. Theseus (who where he threats appals) How dangerous, if we will keep our honours,

hath sent It is for our residing; where every evil

Deadly defiance to him, and pronounces
Hath a good colour; where every seeming good's Ruin io Thebes; who is at hand to seal
A certain evil; where not to be even jump. The promise of his wrath.
As they are, here were to be strangers, and

Arc. Let himn approach !
Such things to be mere monsters.

But that we fear the gods in him, he brings not Pal. It is in our power

A jot of terror to us: yet what man (Unless we fear that apes can tutor's) to Thirds his own worth (the case is each of ours) Be masters of our manners. What need I When that his action's dregg'd with mind assured Affect another's gait, which is not catching 'Tis bad he goes about ? Where there is faith? or to be fond upon

Pal. Leave that unreason'd: Another's way of speech, when by mine own Our services stand now for Thebes, not Creon. I may be reasonably conceived; saved too, Yet, to be neutral to him, were dishonour, Speaking it truly? Why am I bound

Rebellious to oppose; therefore we must By any generous bond to follow him

With him stand to the mercy of our fate, Follows his tailor, haply so long, until

Who hath bounded our last minute. The follow'd make pursuit? Or let me know,

Arc. So we must. Why mine own barber is unbless’d, with him Is't said this war's afoot? or it shall be, My poor chin too, for 'tis not scissar'd just On fail of some condition ? To such a favourite's glass? What canon is there Vul. 'Tis in motion ; That does command my rapier from my hip, The intelligence of state came in the instant To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip-toe

With the defier. Before the street be foul? Either l'am

Pal, Let's to the king; who, were he The fore-horse in the team, or I am none A quarter carrier of that honour which That draw i'the sequent trace. These poor slight His enemy comes in, the blood we venture sores

Should be as for our health; which were not spent, Need not a plantain; that which rips my bosom, Rather laid out for purchase : but, alas, Almost to the heart, is

Our hands advanced before our hearts, what will Arc. Our uncle Creon,

The fall o'the stroke do damage? Pal. He,

Arc. Let the event, A most unbounded tyrant! whose successes That never-erring arbitrator, tell us Make heaven unfear'd, and villany assured, When we know all ourselves; and let us follow Beyond its power; there's nothing almost puts The becking of our chance.

(Ereunt. Faith in a fever, and deifies alone Voluble chance-who only attributes

The faculties of other instruments
To his own nerves and act; commands mens'


Per. No further. And what they win in't, boot and glory too ; Hip. Sir, farewell ! Repeat my wishes That fears not to do harm; good dares not let To our great lord, of whose success I dare not Tle blood of mine

that's sibbe to him, be suck'd | Make any timorous question; yet I wish him

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Excess and overflow of power, an't miglit be, Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seaTo cure ill-dealing fortune. Speed to him !

son’d, Store never hurts good governors.

More buckled with strong judgment, and their Per. Though I know

needs His ocean needs not my poor drops, yet they The one of th’ other may be said to water Must yield their tribute there. My precious maid, Their intertangled roots of love, but I Those best affections that the heav'ns infuse And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things innoIn their best-temper'd pieces, keep enthroned

cert, In your dear heart !

Loved for we did, and like the elements Em. Thanks, sir. Remember me

That know not what, nor why, yet do effect To our all-royal brother, for whose speed Rare issues by their operance ; our souls The great Bellona I'll solicit: And

Did so to one another: What she liked, Since, in our terrene state, petitions are not Was then of me approved; what not, condemn'd, Without gifts understood, I'll offer to her No more arraignment; the flower that I would What I shall be advised she likes. Our hearts

pluck Are in his army, in his tent.

And put between my breasts, (ob, then but beginHip. In's bosom!

ning We have been soldiers, and we cannot weep To swell about the blossom) she would long When our friends don their helms, or put to sea, Till she had such another, and commit it Or tell of babes broach'd on the lance, or women To the like innocent cradle, where phenix-like That have sod their infants in (and after eat them) They died in perfume; on my head no toy The brine they wept at killing 'em: Then if But was her pattern; her affections (pretty, You stay to see of us such spinsters, we Though happily her careless wear) I follow's Should hold you here for ever.

For my most serious decking; had mine ear Per. Peace be to you,

Stolen some new air, or at adventure humm'd one As I pursue this war! which shall be then From musical coinage, why, it was a note Beyond further requiring.

(Exit. Whereon her spirits would sojourn, (rather dwell Emi. How his longing

Follows his friend ! Since his depart, his sports, And sing it in her slumbers : This rehearsal
Though craving seriousness and skill, past slightly (Which surely innocence wots well) comes in
His careless execution, where nor gain

Like old importment's bastard; has this end,
Made him regard, or loss consider; but

That the true love 'tween maid and maid may be Playing o'er business in his hand, another More than in sex dividual. Directing in his head, his mind nurse equal Hip. You're out of breath; To these so diff’ring twins. Have you observed And this high-speeded pace is but to say, him,

That you shall never, like the maid Flavina, Since our great lord departed?

Love any that's call'd man, Hip. With much labour,

Emi. I am sure I shall not.
And I did love him for't. They two have cabin'd Hip. Now, alack, weak sister,
In many as dangerous, as poor a corner,

I must no more believe thee in this point
Peril and want contending, they have skift (Though in't I know thou dost believe thyself)
Torrents, whose roaring tyranny and power

Than I will trust a sickly appetite, ['th' least of these was dreadful; and they have That loaths even as it longs. But sure, my sister, Fought out together, where death's self was lodg'd, If I were ripe for your persuasion, you Yet fate hath brought them off. Their knot of Have said enough to shake me from the arm love

Of the all-noble Theseus; for whose fortunes
Tied, weaved, entangled, with so true, so long, I will now in and kneel, with great assurance,
And with a finger of so deep a cunning, That we, more than his Perithous, possess
May be out-worn, never undone. I think The high throne in his heart.
Theseus cannot be umpire to himself,

Emi. I am not
Cleaving his conscience into twain, and doing Against your faith ; yet I continue mine.
Each side like justice, which he loves best.

(Ereunt. Emi. Doubtless, There is a best, and reason has no manners

To say it is not you. I was acquainted
Once with a time, when I enjoy'd a playfellow;

A Battle struck within; then a Retreat; flourish. You were at wars when she the grave enrich'd,

Then enter THESEUS (victor;) the three Queens Who made too proud the bed, took leave o' the meet him, and fall on their faces before him.

1 Queen. To thee no star be dark ! (Which then look'd pale at parting) when our 2 Queen. Both heav'n and earth count

'Friend thee for ever! Was each eleven.

3 Queen. All the good that may Hip. 'Twas Flavina.

Be wish'd upon thy head, I cry umen to't! Emi. Yes.

Thes. Th'impartial gods, who from the mountYou talk of Perithous' and Theseus' love:

ed heav'ns

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View us their mortal herd, behold who err, Prisoners to us than death. Bear 'em speedily And in their time chastise. Go, and find out From our kind air (to them unkind,) and minister The bones of your dead lords, and honour them What man to man may do ; for our sake, more. With treble ceremony; rather than a gap Since I have known frights, fury, friends' be. Should be in their dear rites, we would supply't.

hests, But those we will depute which shall invest Loves' provocations, zeal, a mistress' task, You in your dignities, and ev'n each thing Desire of liberty, a fever, madness, Our haste does leave imperfect: So adieu, Sickness in will, or wrestling strength in reason ; And heaven's good eyes look on you ! - What | 'Thath set a mark which nature could not reach to are those ?

[Exeunt Queens. Without some imposition. For our love, Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judged And great Apollo's mercy, all our best By their appointment; some of Thebes have told's Their best skill tender! Lead into the city: They're sister's children, nephews to the king. Where having bound things scatter'd, we will Thes. By th' helm of Mars, I saw them in the

post war,

To Athens 'fore our army.

[Exeunt. Like to a pair of lions, succour'd with prey, Make lanes in troops aghast: I fix'd my note

SCENE V. Constantly on them; for they were a mark Worth a god's view. What prisoner was't that Enter the Queens with the hearses of their Knights,

in a funeral solemnity, c. When I enquired their names ?

Urns and odours bring away, Herald. With leave, they're called

Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Arcite and Palamon.

Our dole more deadly looks than dying! Thes. 'Tis right; those, those.

Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers, They are not dead?

Sacred vials fill'd with tears, Herald. Nor in a state of life: Had they been And clamours, through the wild air flying: taken

Come, all sad and solemn shows, When their last hurts were given, 'twas possible That are quick-eyed pleasure's foes ! They might have been recover'd; yet they breathe, We convent nought else but woes. And have the name of men.

We convent, &c. Thes. Then like men use 'em !

3 Queen. This funeral path brings to your houseThe very lees of such, millions of rates, Exceed the wine of others. All our surgeons Joy seize on you again! Peace sleep with him! Convent in their behoof; our richest balms, 3 Queen. And this to yours ! Rather than niggard, waste! their lives concern us 1 Queen. Yours this way! Heavens lend Much more than Thebes is worth. Rather than A thousand different ways to one sure end. have 'em

3 Queen. This world's a city full of straying Freed of this plight, and in their morning state,

streets; Sound and at liberty, I would 'em dead; And death's the market-place, where each one But, forty thousand fold, we'd rather have 'em


(Exeunt severally,

told me,

hold graves:



A full promise of her? When that shall be seen,

Enter Daughter.
I tender my consent.

Wooer. I have, sir. Here she comes.
Jailor. Your friend and I have chanced to pame

you here,

Enter Jailor and Wooer.
Jailor. I may depart with little, while I live;
Something I may cast to you, not much. Alas,
The prison I keep, though it be for great ones, yet
They seldom come: Before one salmon, you
Shall take a number o'minnows. I am given out
To be better lined, than it can appear to me
Report is a true speaker: I would I were
Really, that I am deliver'd to be! Marry, what
I have (be't what it will) I will assure
Upon my daughter at the day o'


death. Wooer. Sir, I demand no more than your own

offer; And I'll estate your daughter, in what I Have promised.

Jailor. Well, we'll talk more of this, When the solemnity is past. But have you

On the old business: But no more o' that now.
So soon as the court-hurry is o'er, we'll have
An end of't: l' the mean time, look tenderly
To the two prisoners: I can tell you they're

Daugh. These strewings are for their chamber.
It is pity they are
In prison, and 'twere pity they should be out.
I do think they have patience to make any
Adversity ashamed: The prison itself is proud
Of them; and they have all the world in their



Jailor. They're famed to be a pair of absolute | And, as an east wind, leave them all behind us

Like lazy clouds, whilst Palamon and Arcite, Daugh. By my troth, I think fame but stam- Ev’n in the wagging of a wanton leg, mers 'em;

Out-stript the people's praises, won the garlands, They stand a grief above the reach of report. Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. Oh, never

Juilor. I heard them reported, in the battle Shall we two exercise, like twins of honour, To be the only doers.

Our arms again, and feel our fiery horses, Daugh. Nay, most likely;

Like proud seas under us! Our good swords now, For they are noble sufferers. I marvel

(Better the red-eyed god of war ne'er wore) How they'd have look'd, had they been victors, Ravish'd our sides, like age, must run to rust, that

And deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; With such a constant nobility enforce

These hands shall never draw 'em out like lightA freedom out of bondage, making misery

ning, Their mirth, and affliction a toy to jest at.

To blast whole armies, more. Jailor. Do they so?

Arc. No, Palamon, Daugh. It seems to me,

Those hopes are prisoners with us: Here we are, They've no more sense of their captivity, And here the graces of our youths must wither, Than I of ruling Athens : They eat well, Like a too-timely spring; here age must find us, Look merrily, discourse of many things, And, which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried ; But nothing of their own restraint and disasters. The sweet embraces of a loving wife Yet, some time, a divided sigh, martyr'd Loaden with kisses, arm’d with thousand Cupids, As 'twere in the deliverance, will break Shall never clasp our necks! no issue know us, From one of them; when th' other presently No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see,

Gives it so sweet a rebuke, that I could wish To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em | Myself a sigh to be so chid, or at least

Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say, A sigher to be comforted,

Remember what


fathers were, and conquer ! Wooer. I ne'er saw 'em.

The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, Jailor. The duke himself came privately in the And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, night.

Till she for shame see what a wrong sh' has done

To youth and nature: This is all our world;
Enter PALAMON and ARCITE above,

We shall know nothing here, but one another; And so did they; what the reason of it is, I Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes ; Know not.--Look, yonder they are! that is The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it; Arcite looks out.

Summer shall come, and with her all delights, Daugh. No, sir, no; that's Palamon:

But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still ! Arcite's the lower of the twain ; you may

Pal. 'Tis too true, Arcite! To our Theban Perceive a part of him.

hounds, Jailor. Go to, leave your pointing!

That shook the aged forest with their echoes, They'd not make us their object: Out of their No more now must we halloo; no more shake sight!

Our pointed javelins, whilst the angry swine Daugh. It is a holiday to look on them, Flies like a Parthian quiver from our rages, Lord, the difference of men !

[Exeunt. Struck with our well-steel'd darts! Al valiant SCENE II.

(The food and nourishment of noble minds)

In us two here shall perish; we shall die,
Enter PALAMON and ARCITE, in Prison.

(Which is the curse of honour !) lazily,
Pal. How do you, noble cousin ?

Children of grief and ignorance.
Arc. How do you, sir ?

Arc. Yet, cousin,
Pal. Why, strong enough to laugh at misery, Even from the bottom of these miseries,
And bear the chance of war yet. We are pri- From all that fortune can inflict upon us,

I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, I fear for ever, cousin

If the gods please to hold here; a brave patience Arc. I believe it;

And the enjoying of our griefs together. And to that destiny have patiently

Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish
Laid up my hour to come.

If I think this our prison !
Pal. Oh, cousin Arcite,

Pal, Certainly, Where is Thebes now? where is our noble coun- 'Tis a main goodness, cousin, that our fortunes try!

Were twinn'd together: 'Tis most true, two souls Where are our friends, and kindreds ? Never Put in two noble bodies, let 'em suffer

The gall of hazard, so they grow together,
Must we behold those comforts ; never see Will never sink; they must not; say they could,
The hardy youths strive for the games of honour, A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done.
Hung with the painted favours of their ladies, Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place,
Like tall ships under sail; then start anongst 'em, | That all men hate so much?





Pal. How, gentle cousin ?

Emi. That was a fair boy certain, but a fool
Arc. Let's think this prison a holy sanctuary, To love himself; were there not maids enough?
To keep us from corruption of worse men. Arc. Pray forward!
We're young, and yet desire the ways of honour ; Pal. Yes.
That, liberty and common conversation,

Emi. Or were they all hard-hearted ?
The poison of pure spirits, might, like women, Sero. They could not be to one so fair.
Wooe us to wander from. What worthy bless- Emi. Thou wouldst not?

Sero. I think I should not, madam.
Can be, but our imaginations

Emi. That's a good wench! May make it ours ? and here being thus toge But take heed to your kindness, though! ther,

Serv. Why, madam? We are an endless mine to one another ;

Emi. Men are mad things. / We're one another's wife, ever begetting

Arc. Will you go forward, cousin ? New births of love; we're father, friends, ac- Emi. Canst not thou work such flowers in quaintance;

silk, wench? We are, in one another, families ;

Sero. Yes. I am your heir, and you are mine ; this place Emi. I'll have a gown full of 'em; and of Is our inheritance; no hard oppressor Dare take this from us: Here, with a little pa- This is a pretty colour: Will't not do tience,

Rarely upon a skirt, wench? We shall live long, and loving; no surfeits seek Serv. Dainty, madam. us;

Arc. Cousin ? Cousin! How do you, sir? Why The hand of war hurts none here, nor the seas

Swallow their youth; were we at liberty, a Pal. Never 'till now I was in prison, Arcite.
A wife might part us lawfully, or business ; ! Arc. Why, what's the matter, man?
Quarrels consume us; envy of ill men

Pal. Behold, and wonder !
Crave our acquaintance; I might sicken, cousin, By heav'n, she is a goddess !
Where you should never know it, and so perish Arc. Ha !
Without your noble hand to close mine eyes,

Pal. Do reverence !
Or prayers to the gods: A thousand chances, She is a goddess, Arcite !
Were we from hence, would sever us.

Emi. Of all flowers, Pal. You have made me

Methinks a rose is best. (I thank you, cousin Arcite,) almost wanton Serv. Why, gentle madam? With my captivity: What a misery

Emi. It is the very emblem of a maid : It is to live abroad, and every where!

For when the west wind courts her gently, Tis like a beast, methinks. I find the court here, How modestly she blows, and paints the sun I'm sure a more content ; and all those pleasures with her chaste blushes! when the north comes That wooe the wills of men to vanity,

near ber, I see through now; and am sufficient

Rude and impatient, then, like chastity,
To tell the world, 'tis but a gaudy shadow, She locks her beauties in her bud again,
That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. And leaves him to base briers.
What had we been, old in the court of Creon, Serv. Yet, good madam,
Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance Sometimes her modesty will blow so far,
The virtues of the great ones ? Cousin Arcite, She falls for it: A maid,
Had not the loving gods found this place for us, If she have any honour, would be loth
We had died as they do, ill old men unwept, To take example by her.
And had their epitaphs, the people's curses ! Emi. Thou art wanton.
Shall I say more?

Arc. She's wondrous fair!
Arc. I would hear you still.

Pul. She's all the beauty extant ! Pal. You shall.

Emi. The sun grows high; let's walk in! Keep Is there record of any two that loved

these flowers; Better than we do, Arcite ?

We'll see how near art can come near their coArc. Sure there cannot.

lours. Pal. I do not think it possible our friendship I'm wondrous merry-hearted; I could laugh now, Should ever leave us.

Serv. I could lie down, I'm sure. Arc. 'Till our deaths it cannot;

Emi. And take one with you ?

Sero. That's as we bargain, madam.
Enter Emilia and her Serdant.

Emi. Well, agree then. [Erit wilh Sero. And after death our spirits shall be led

Pal. What think you of this beauty ?
To those that love eternally. Speak on, sir! Arc. 'Tis a rare one.
Emi. This garden has a world of pleasures Pal. Is't but a rare one ?

Arc. Yes, a matchless beauty.
What flower is this?

Pal. Might not a man well lose bimself, and Sert. "Tis called Narcissus, madam.

love her?

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