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2 Friend. Alas, what pity 'tis !
I'll warrant you, he had not so few last night Wooer. I made in to her;
As twenty to dispatch; he'll tickle't up
Jailor. She's lost,
Brother. Heav'n forbid, man!
1 Friend. Does she know him? I saw from far off cross her, one of 'em
2 Friend. No; 'would she did ! I knew to be your brother; where she stay'd, Daugh. You're master of a ship? And fell, scarce to be got away; I left them with Jailur. Yes. her,
Daugh. Where's your compass ?
Daugh. Set it to th' north ;
Palamon Is not this a fine song?
Lies longing for me; for the tackling Brother. Oh, a very fine one!
Let me alone: Come, weigh my hearts, cheerly! Daugh. I can sing twenty more.
All. Owgh,owgh, owgh!'tis up, the wind is fair, Brother. I think you can.
Top the bowling ; out with the main-sail !
Brother. Let's get her in.
Jailor. Up to the top, boy. Daugh. Where's my wedding gown?
Brother. Where's the pilot? Brother. I'll bring it to-morrow.
1 Friend. Here. Daugh. Do, very early; I must be abroad else, Daugh. What ken’st thou ? To call the maids, and pay the minstrels;
2 Friend. A fair wood. For I must lose my maidenhead by cock-light; Daugh. Bear for it, master; tack about. (Sings. Twill never thrive else. Oh, fair, oh, sweet, &c.
When Cinthia with her borrow'd light, &c.
(Sings. Brother. You must ev'n take it patiently.
( Ereunt. Jailor. 'Tis true.
Enter EMILIA with two pictures.
Emi. Yet I may bind those wounds up, that
And bleed to death for my sake else: I'll chuse, Brother. By no means cross her; she is then And end their strife; two such young handsome
distemper'd Far worse than now she shews.
Shall never fall for me: Their weeping mothers, i Friend. Yes, he's a fine man.
Following the dead-cold ashes of their sons, Daugh, Oh, is he so? You have a sister? Shall never curse my cruelty. Good Heaven, i Friend. Yes.
What a sweet face has Arcite! If wise Nature, Daugh. But she shall never have him, tell her With all her best endowinents, all those beauties SO,
She sows into the births of noble bodies, For a trick that I know: You had best look to Were here a mortal woman, and had in her her,
The coy denials of young maids, yet doubtless For if she see him once, she's gone; she's done,
She would run mad for this man: What an eye! And undone in an hour. All the young maids Of what a fiery sparkle, and quick sweetness, Of our town are in love with him ; but I laugh Has this young prince! here Love himself sits at 'em,
smiling; And let 'em all alone; is't not a wise course?
Just such another wanton Ganimede 1 Friend. Yes.
Set Jove afire with, and enforc'd the god Daugh. There is at least two hundred now Snatch up the goodly boy, and set him by bim with child by him,
A shining constellation ! what a brow, There must be four; yet I keep close for all this, of what a spacious majesty, he carries, Close as a cockle ; and all these must be boys, Arched like the great-eyed. Juno's, but far He has the trick on't; and at ten years old
sweeter, They must be all gelt for musicians,
Smoother than Pelops' shoulder! Fame and And sing the Wars of Theseus.
Honour, 2 Friend. This is strange.
Methinks, from hence, as from a promontory Daugh. As ever you heard; but say nothing.
Pointed in Heaven, should clap their wings, and 1 Friend. No.
sing Daugh. They come from all parts of the
To all the under-world, the loves and fights dukedom to him :
Of gods, and such men near 'em. Palamon
Is but his foil; to him, a mere dull shadow; Mess. From the knights.
Thes. Pray speak,
Mess. I will, sir,
Should be a stout man, by his face a prince
gers ; And threaten love, and what young maid dare The circles of his eyes shew far within him, cross 'em?
And as a heated lion, so he looks ; What a bold gravity, and yet inviting,
His hair hangs long behind him, black and shinHas this brown manly face ! Oh, Love, this only
ing From this hour is complexion ; lie there, Arcite! Like raven's wings; his shoulders broad, and Thou art a changeling to him, a mere gipsy,
strong; And this the noble body—I am sotted,
Arms long and round; and on his thigh a sword
Thes. Th' hast well described him.
Methinks, of him that's first with Palamon.
He's somewhat bigger than the knight he spoke
of, How now, sir?
But of a face far sweeter ; his complexion
To make this cause his own; in's face appears
All the fair hopes of what he undertakes ; Gent. Yes.
And when he's angry, then a settled valour Emi. 'Would I might end first !
(Not tainted with extremes) runs through his What sins have I committed, chaste Diana,
body, That my unspotted youth must now be soild And guides his arm to brave things ; fear he With blood of princes ? and my chastity
cannot, Be made the altar, where the lives of lovers He shews no such soft temper; his head's yellow, (Two greater and two better never yet
Hard-hair'd, and curl'd, thick twin'd, like ivy Made mothers' joy) must be the sacrifice
tops, To my unhappy beauty !
Not to undo with thunder; in his face
The livery of the warlike maid appears,
And in his rolling eyes sits Victory,
Emi. Must these men die too?
Per. When he speaks, his tongue
Sounds like a trumpet ; all his lineaments
He wears a well-steel'd axe, the staff of gold;
His age some five and twenty. Thes. Who saw 'em ?
Aless. There's another,
A little man, but of a tough soul, seeming
As great as any; fairer promises
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 perishd, 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. [Ereunt. 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' I'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,
That are inserted 'tween her mind and eye,
ness; Jailor. What think you of her, Sir?
Sing to her such green songs of love, as she
Stuck in as sweet flowers as the season
Is mistress of, and thereto make an addition Doctor. Understand you she ever affected any of some other compounded odours, which man,
Are grateful to the sense : All this
Shall become Palamon, for Palamon
Can sing, and Palamon is sweet,
Carve her, drink to her, and still among
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
With falsehoods to be combated. This may
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
The number more, I have great hope in this.
Per. Honour crown the worthiest!
[Ereunt THES. and train. Enter THESEUS, PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, and
Pal. The glass is running now that cannot attendants.
Against another, arm oppress’d by arm,
(Flourish of Cornets. Though parcel of myself ! then from this gather
Arc. I am in labour
To push your name, your ancient love, our kin. Enter PALAMON, ARCITE, and their Knights.
dred Per. Sir, they enter.
Out of my memory; and i'th' self-same place
Pal. You speak well:
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 fame) 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 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 The teeming Ceres' foyzon; who dost pluck 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
life into dust; the aged cramp Be stild the lord o'th' 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 globy 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 seemn’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 comThe 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 To-day extinct: Our argument is love,
Is true love's merit, and bless me with a sign 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, doces 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 implore 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-glance to choak Mars's drum,
[They bou. And turn th’alarm to whispers; that canst make My body to this business. Let us rise A cripple flourish with his crutch, and curé him And bow Lefore the goddess ! Time comes on. Before Apollo; that may'st force the king