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Per. Oh, he that's freckle-faced ?
World, and a better; and what broken piece Mess. The same, my lord :
Of matter soe'er she's about, the name
Palamon lards it; that she farces ev'ry
behaviour. Not wanton-white, but such a manly colour Daugh. I have forgot it quite; the burden on't Next to an auburn; tough, and nimble set, Was down-a down-a; and penned by no worse Which shews an active soul; his arms are
man than brawny,
Giraldo, Emilia's schoolmaster: He's as Lin'd with strong sinews; to the shoulder-piece Fantastical too, as ever he may go upon's legs ; Gently they swell, like women new-conceived, For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, Which speaks him prone to labour, never And then will she be out of love with Æneas. fainting
Doctor. What stuff's here?
soul ! Under the weight of arms; stout-hearted, still, Jailor. Even thus all day long. But, when he stirs, a tiger ; he's grey-eyed, Daugh. Now for this charm, that I told you Which yields compassion where he conquers ;
of; you must sharp
Bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, To spy advantages, and where he finds 'em, Or no ferry: Then if it be your chance to come He's swift to make 'em his; he does no wrongs, Where the blessed spirits, (as there's a sight Nor takes none; he's round-faced, and when he
now) we maids smiles,
That have our livers perish'd, crack'd to pieces He shews a lover, when he frowns, a soldier ; With love, we shall come there, and do nothing About his head he wears the winner's oak, All day long but pick flowers with Proserpine ; And in it stuck the favour of his lady;
Then will I make Palamon a nosegay; His age, some six and thirty. In his hand Then let him--mark methen! He bears a charging-staff, emboss'd with silver. Doctor. How prettily she's amiss! note her a Thes. Are they all thus ?
little further. Per. They're all the sons of honour.
Daugh. Faith, I'll tell you; sometime we go Thes. Now, as I have a soul, I long to see
to barley-break, 'em!
We of the bless'd: Alas, 'tis a sore life Lady, you shall see men fight now.
They have i’th’ other place, such burning, frying, Hip. I wish it,
Boiling, hissing, howling, chattering, cursing, But not the cause, my lord: They would shew Oh, they have shrewd measure; take heed! bravely
If one be mad, or hang, or drown themselves, Fighting about the titles of two kingdoms ; Thither they go, Jupiter bless us ! and there 'Tis pity Love should be so tyrannous. Shall we be put in a caldron of lead Oh, my soft-hearted sister, what think you ? And usurers' grease, amongst a whole million of Weep not, till they weep blood, wench! it must
And there boil like a gammon of bacon
Doctor. How her brain coins!
Daugh. Lords and courtiers, that have got Fitting the persons that must use it.
maids with-child, Per. Yes, sir.
They are in this place ; they shall stand in fire Thes. Come, I'll go visit 'em : I cannot stay Up to the navel, and in ice up to th' heart, (Their fame has fir'd me so) till they appear; And there th' offending part burns, and the deGood friend, be royal !
ceiving part Per. There shall want no bravery.
Freezes : In troth, a very grievous punishment, Emi. Poor wench, go weep; for whosoever As one would think, for such a trifle ! believe wins
me, Loses a noble cousin for thy sins. [Exeunt. One would marry a leprous witch, to be rid on't,
I'll assure you.
Doctor. How she continues this fancy !
'Tis not an engrafted madness, but a most thick
And profound melancholy. Doctor. Her distraction is more at some time Daugh. To hear there of the moon
A proud lady, and a proud city-wife, howl togeThan at other some, is it not?
ther! Jailor. She is
I were a beast, an' r'd call it good sport: One Continually in a harmless distemper ;
Cries, Oh, this smoke! another, this fire! one Sleeps little, altogether without appetite,
cries, Save often drinking; dreaming of another Oh, that ever I did it behind the arras!
And then howls ; th’ other curses a suing fellow, For this her mind beats upon ; other objects, And her garden-house.
That are inserted 'tween her mind and eye, (Sings.] I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c. Become the pranks and friskins of her mad
ness; Jailor. What think you of her, Sir?
Sing to her such green songs of love, as she Doctor. I think she has a perturbed mind, Says Palamon hath sung in prison; come to her, Which I cannot minister to.
Stuck in as sweet flowers as the season Jailor. Alas, what then?
Is mistress of, and thereto make an addition Doctor. Understand you she ever affected any Of some other compounded odours, which
Are grateful to the sense : All this Ere she beheld Palamon ?
Shall become Palamon, for Palamon Jailor. I was once, sir,
Can sing, and Palamon is sweet, In great hope she had fix'd her liking on And every good thing ; desire to eat with her, This gentleman, my friend.
Carve her, drink to her, and still among Wooer. I did think so too;
Intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance And would account I had a great pennyworth Into her favour; learn what maids have been on't,
Her companions, and play-pheers; and let them To give half my state, that both she and I Repair to her with Palamon in their mouths, At this present stood unfeignedly on the same And appear with tokens, as if they suggested for terins.
him: Doctor. That intemperate surfeit of her eye It is a falsehood she is in, which is hath distemper’d
With falsehoods to be combated. This may The other senses; they may return and settle
bring her again
To eat, to sleep, and reduce what are now To execute their preordained faculties ;
Out of square in her, into their former law But they are now in a most extravagant vagary. And regiment: I have seen it approved, This you must do: Confine her to a place where How many times I know not; but to make the light
The number more, I have great hope in this. May rather seem to steal in, than be permitted. I will, between the passages of this project, Take upon you (young sir, her friend) the name Come in with my appliance. Let us put it Of Palamon; say you come to eat with her, In execution; and hasten the success, And to commune of love; this will catch her | Which, doubt not, will bring forth comfort. attention,
Per. Honour crown the worthiest !
[Exeunt Thes, and train. Enter Theseus, PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, and Pal. The glass is running now that cannot attendants.
finish Thes. Now let 'em enter, and before the gods ?Till one of us expire: Think you but thus ; Tender their holy prayers ! let the temples
That were there aught in me which strove to
shew Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars In hallow'd clouds commend their swelling in- Mine enemy in this business, wer't one eye
Against another, arm oppress'd by arm, To those above us! Let no due be wanting!
I would destroy th' offender; coz, I would,
[Flourish of Cornets. Though parcel of myself ! then from this gather They have a noble work in hand, will honour
How I should tender you!
Arc. I am in labour
To push your name, your ancient love, our kin
dred Per. Sir, they enter.
Out of my memory; and i'th' self-same place Thes. You valiant and strong-hearted enemies, To seat something I would confound: So hoist we You royal germane foes, that this day come The sails, that must these vessels port even To blow that nearness out that flames between ye,
where Lay by your anger for an hour, and dove-like The heavenly Limiter pleases ! Before the holy altars of your helpers
Pal. You speak well: (The all-fearles gods) bow down your stubborn
Before I turn, let me embrace thee, cousin !
This I shall never do again.
[Ereunt Pal, and his Knights.
Knights, kinsmen, lovers, yea, my sacrifices, To be his subject's vassal, and induce
Have skipt thy flame) at seventy thou canst Before the god of our profession! There
catch, Require of him the hearts of lions, and
And make him, to the scorn of his hoarse throat, The breath of tigers, yea, the fierceness too! Abuse young lays of love. What godlike power Yea, the speed also ! to go on, I mean,
Hast thou not power upon ? To Phæbus thou Else wish we to be snails : You know my prize Add’st flames, hotter than his; the heavenly fires Must be dragg'd out of blood! force and great Did scorch his mortal son, thine him; the feat
huntress Must put my garland on, where she will stick All moist and cold, some say, began to throw The queen of flowers; our intercession then Her bow away, and sigh; take to thy grace Must be to him that makes the camp a cestron Me, thy vow'd soldier! who do bear thy yoke Brim'd with the blood of men; give me your aid As 'twere a wreath of roses, yet is heavier And bend your spirits towards him!
Than lead itself, stings more than nettles :
[They kneel. I've never been foul-mouth'd against thy law; Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast Ne'er reveal'd secret, for I knew none, would turn'd
not Green Neptune into purple; whose approach Had I ken’d all that were; I never practis'd Comets prewarn; whose havoc in vast field Upon man's wife, nor would the libels read Unearthed skulls proclaim; whose breath blows of liberal wits; I never at great feasts down
Sought to betray a beauty, but have blush'd
At simpring sirs that did; I have been harsh With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds To large confessors, and have hotly ask'd 'em The mason'd turrets; that both mak’st and If they had mothers? I had one, a woman, break’st
And women 'twere they wrong'd. I knew a The stony girths of cities; me thy pupil, Young'st follower of thy drum, instruct this day of eighty winters, (this I told them) who With military skill, that to thy laud
A lass of fourteen brided; 'twas thy power I may advance my streamer, and by thee To put life into dust; the aged cramp Be stil'd the lord o'tl' day! Give me, Great Had screw'd his square foot round, Mars,
The gout had knit his fingers into knots, Some token of thy pleasure !
Torturing convulsions from his glohy eyes (Here they fall on their faces as formerly, and Had almost drawn their spheres, that what was there is heard clanging of armour, with a
life short thunder, as the burst of a battle, In him seem'd torture; this anatomy
whereupon they all rise, and bow to the altar. Had by his young fair pheer a boy, and I Oh, great corrector of enormous times,
Believ'd it was his, for she swore it was, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider And who would not believe her? Brief ! I am Of dusty and old titles, that heal'st with blood To those that prate, and have done, no come The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
panion; O'th' pleurisy of people ; I do take
To those that boast, and have not, a defier; Thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name To those that would, and cannot, a rejoicer: To my design march boldly. Let us go! Yea, him I do not love, that tells close offices
[Ereunt. The foulest way, nor names concealments in
The boldest language; such a one I am, Enter PALAMON and his Knights, with the for- | And vow that lover never yet made sigh mer observance.
Truer than I. Oh, then, most soft sweet godPal. Our stars must glister with new fire, or
Give me the victory of this question, which Today extinct: Our argument is love,
Is true love's merit, and bless me with a siyn Which if the goddess of it grant, she gives Of thy great pleasure ! Victory too: Then blend your spirits with mine, [Here music is heard, doves are seen to flutter, You, whose free nobleness do make my cause they fall again upon their faces, then on Your personal hazard ! To the goddess Venus their knees. Commend we our proceeding, and implorè Oh, thou that from eleven to ninety reign'st Her power unto our party! [Here they kneel. In mortal bosoms, whose chace is this world, Hail, sovereign queen of secrets! who hast power And we in herds thy game, I give thee thanks To call the fiercest tyrant from his rage, For this fair token! which being laid unto To weep unto a girl; that hast the might Mine innocent true heart, arms in assurance Even with an eye-gtance to choak Mars's drum,
(They bow, And turn th' alarm to whispers; that canst make My body to this business. Let us rise A cripple flourish with his crutch, and cure him and bow before the goddess ! Time comes on. Before Apollo; that may’st force the king
[Still music of records. Have half persuaded her that I'm Palamon; Enter EMILIA in white, her hair about her Within this half-hour she came smiling to me,
shoulders, a wheaten wreath; one in white And ask'd me what I'd eat, and when I'd kiss holding up her train, her hair stuck with flowers ; one before her carrying a silver hind, I told her presently, and kiss'd her twice. in which is conveyed incense and sweet odors, Doctor. 'Twas well done! twenty times had which being set upon the altar, her maid stand
been far better; ing aloof, she sets fire to it; then they curt'sy For there the cure lies mainly. and kneel,
Wooer. Then she told me
She'd watch with me to-night, for well she knew Emi. Oh, sacre), shadowy, cold and constant What hour my fit would take me. queen,
Doctor. Let her do so;
You should observe her every way.
Lie with her, if she ask you.
Jailor. Hoa there, Doctor!
way of honesty. Am guiltless of election of mine eyes;
Doctor. That's but a niceness : Were I o lose one, (they are equal precious) Ne'er cast your child away for honesty; I could doom neither; that which perish'd should Cure her first this way; then, if she will be Go to't unsentenc'd: Therefore, most modest
She has the path before her. He, of the two pretenders, that best loves me Jailor. Thank you, Doctor! And has the truest title in't, let him
Doctor. Pray bring her in, and let's see how Take off my wheaten garland, or else grant
she is. The file and quality I hold I may
Jailor. I will, and tell her Continue in thy band !
Her Palamon stays for her: But, Doctor, (Here the hind vanishes under the altar, and Methinks you are i'th' wrong still. (Erit.
in the place ascends a rose-tree, having one Doctor. Go, go! You fathers are fine fools : rose upon it.
Her honesty? See what our general of ebbs and flows
An we should give her physic till we find thatOut from the bowels of her holy altar
Wooer. Why, do you think she is not honest, With sacred act advances ! But one rose ?
sir? If well inspired, this battle shall confound
Doctor. How old is she ? Both these brave knights, and I a virgin flower
Wooer. She's eighteen. Must grow alone unpluck’d.
Doctor. She [Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose : and the rose falls from the tree.
Whate'er her father says, if you perceive The flower is fallen, the tree descends! Oh, Her mood inclining that way that I spoke of, mistress,
Videlicet, the way of flesh-you have me?
And do it home; it cures her, ipso facto,
The melancholy humour that infects her. [They curt'sy, and ereunt. Wooer. I am of your mind, Doctor.
Enter Jailor, Daughter, and Maid. Enter Doctor, Jailor, and Wooer (in habit of
Doctor. You'll find it so. She comes; pray PALAMON.)
humour her! Doctor. Has this advice I told you done any Jailor. Come; your love Palamon stays for
good upon her? Wooer. Oh, very much: The maids that kept And has done this long hour, to visit you.
Daugh. I thank him for his gentle patience;
you, child ;
He's a kind gentleman, and I'm much bound to But this poor petticoat, and two coarse smocks. him.
Wooer. That's all one; I will have
Wooer. Yes; by this fair hand, will I.
Daugh. We'll to-bed then. Jailor. He's a very fair one.
Wooer. Even when you will. Daugh. You never saw him dance ?
Daugh. Oh, Sir, you'd fain be nibbling. Jailor. No.
Wooer. Why do you rub my kiss off? Daugh. I have often;
Daugh. 'Tis a sweet one, He dances very finely, very comely;
And will perfume me finely 'gainst the wedding. And, for a jig, come cut and long tail to him! Is not this your cousin Arcite ? He turns you like a top.
Doctor. Yes, sweetheart; Jaitor. That's fine indeed.
And I am glad my cousin Palamon Daugh. He'll dance the morris twenty mile Has made so fair a choice. an hour.
Daugh. Do you think he'll have me? And that will founder the best hobby-horse Doctor. Yes, without doubt. (If I have any skill) in all the parish;
Daugh. Do you think so too? And gallops to the tune of Light o' love:
Jailor. Yes. What think you of this horse?
Daugh. We shall have many children.-Lord, Jailor. Having these virtues,
how you're grown! I think he might be brought to play at tennis. My Palamon I hope will grow too finely, Daugh. Alas, that's nothing.
Now he's at liberty: Alas, poor chicken, Jailor. Can he write and read too?
He was kept down with hard meat, and isl Daugh. A very fair hand; and casts himself
But I will kiss him up again.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. What do
here? Jailor. Very well.
You'll lose the noblest sight that e'er was seen. Daugh. She's horribly in love with him, poor Jailor. Are they i'th' field? beast;
Mess. They are:
Jailor. I'll away straight.
I must even leave you here.
I will not lose the fight.
Jailor. How did you like her? A miller's mare; he'll be the death of her. Doctor. I'll warrant you within these three or Doctor. What stuff she utters!
four days Jailor. Make curt'sy; here your love comes ! I'll make her right again. You must not from Wooer. Pretty soul,
her, How do you? That's a fine maid! there's a But still preserve her in this way. curt'sy!
Wooer. I will. Daugh. Yours to command, i'th' way of ho- Doctor. Let's get her in. nesty.
Wooer. Come, sweet, we'll go to dinner; How far is't now to th' end o’th' world, my And then we'll play at cards. masters?
Daugh. And shall we kiss too ? Doctor. Why, a day's journey, wench.
Wooer. A hundred times. Daugh. Will you go with me
Daugh. And twenty? Wooer. What shall we do there, wench?
Wooer. Ay, and twenty. Daugh. Why, play at stool-ball:
Daugh. And then we'll sleep together? What is there else to do?
Doctor. Take her offer. Wooer. I am content,
Wooer. Yes, marry will we. If we shall keep our wedding there.
Daugh. But you shall not hurt me. Daugh. 'Tis true;
Wooer. I will not, sweet. For there I will assure you we shall find
Daugh. If you do, love, I'll cry. [Ereunt. Some blind priest for the purpose, that will venture
SCENE III. To marry us, for here they're nice and foolish;
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, EMILIA, PERIBesides, my father must be hang'd to-morrow, And that would be a blot i'th' business.
THOUS, and attendants. Are not you Palamon ?
Emi. I'll no step further. Wooer. Do not you know me?
Per. Will you lose this sight? Daugh. Yes; but you care not for me: I have Emi. I had rather see a wren hawk at a ily, nothing
Than this decision : Every blow that falls