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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
She saw me, and straight sought the flood; I In two hours, if his hand be in.
sav'd her,

Jailor. She's lost,
And set her safe to land; when presently Past all cure !
She slipt away, and to the city made,

Brother. Heav'n forbid, man!
With such a cry, and swiftness, that believe me Daugh. Come hither; you're a wise man.
She left me far behind her: Three, or four,

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 ?

Jailor, Here.
Enter Brolher, Daughter, and others.

Daugh. Set it to th' north ;
And hither came to tell you. Here they are. And now direct your course to th’ wood, where
Daugh. May you never more enjoy the light,&c.

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 !
Daugh. Yes, truly can I; I can sing the Broom, Where is your whistle, master?
And Bonny Robin. Are not you a tailor?

Brother. Let's get her in.
Brother. Yes.

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.

SCENE II.
Daugh. Good e'en, good men ! Pray did you
ever hear

Enter EMILIA with two pictures.
Of one young Palamon?
Jailor. Yes, wench; we know him.

Emi. Yet I may bind those wounds up, that
Duugh. Is't not a fine young gentloman?
Juilor. 'Tis love!

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

must open

men

him :

ther;

Is but his foil; to him, a mere dull shadow; Mess. From the knights.
He's swarth and meagre, of an eye as heavy

Thes. Pray speak,
As if he'd lost his mother ; a still temper, You that have seen them, what they are.
No stirring in him, no alacrity ;

Mess. I will, sir,
Of all this sprightly sharpness, not a smile. And truly what I think : Six braver spirits
Yet these that we count errors, may become Than these they've brought, (if we judge by the

outside)
Narcissus was a sad boy, but a heavenly. I never saw, nor read of. He that stands
Oh, who can find the bent of woman's fancy? In the first place with Arcite, by his seeming
I am a fool, my reason is lost in me!

Should be a stout man, by his face a prince
I have no choice, and I have lied so lewdly (His very looks so say him); bis complexion
That women ought to beat me. On my knees Nearer a brown, than black; stern, and yet
I ask thy pardon, Palamon' Thou art alone,

noble,
And only beautiful; and these thy eyes, Which shews him hardy, fearless, proud of dan-
These the bright lamps of beauty, that command

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
Utterly lost ! my virgin's faith has fled me, Hung by a curious baldrick, when he frowns
For if my brother but even now had ask'd me To seal his will with ; better, o' my conscience,
Whether I lov’d, I had run mad for Arcite; Was never soldier's friend.
Now if my sister, more for Palamon.

Thes. Th' hast well described him.
Stand both together! Now, come, ask me, bro- Per. Yet a great deal short,

Methinks, of him that's first with Palamon.
Alas, I know not ! ask me, now, sweet sister; Thes. Pray speak him, friend.
I may go look! What a mere child is fancy, Per. I guess he is a prince too,
That having two fair gawds of equal sweetness, And, if it may be, greater ; for his show
Cannot distinguish, but must cry for both ! Has all the ornament of honour in't.

He's somewhat bigger than the knight he spoke
Enter a Gentleman.

of, How now, sir?

But of a face far sweeter ; his complexion
Gent. From the noble duke your brother, Is (as a ripe grape) ruddy; he has felt,
Madam, I bring you news: The knights are Without doubt, what he fights for, and so apter

To make this cause his own; in's face appears
Emi. To end the quarrel ?

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
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, and Pure red and white, for yet no beard has blest

The livery of the warlike maid appears,
attendants.
Thes. Bring 'em in

And in his rolling eyes sits Victory,
Quickly, by any means ! I long to see 'em.- As if she ever meant to crown his valour;
Your two contending lovers are return'd, His nese stands high, a character of honour,
And with them their fair knights : Now, my His red lips, after fights, are fit for ladies.
fair sister,

Emi. Must these men die too?
You must love one of them.

Per. When he speaks, his tongue
Emi. I, had rather both,

Sounds like a trumpet ; all his lineaments
So neither for my sake should fall untimely. Are as a man would wish 'em, strong and clean;
Enter Messenger.

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,
Per. I, a while.

A little man, but of a tough soul, seeming
Gent. And I.
Thes. From whence come you, sir ?

As great as any; fairer promises
In such a body yet I never look'd on.

come.

him;

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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
Are they not sweet ones?

Palamon lards it; that she farces ev'ry
Per. Yes, they're well.
Mess. Methinks,

Enter Daughter.
Being so few, and well disposed, they shew Business withal, fits it to every question.
Great, and fine art in Nature. He's white Look, where she comes ! you shall perceive her
hair’d,

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?

poor

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

cut-purses,
be.

And there boil like a gammon of bacon
Thes. You've steeld 'em with your beauty. That will never be enough.
Honour'd friend,

Doctor. How her brain coins!
To you I give the field; pray order it.

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.
SCENE III.

Doctor. How she continues this fancy !
Enter Jailor, Wooer, and Doctor.

'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!

1

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, fic, Become the pranks and friskins of her mad-

Erit Daugh.

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 man,

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
terms.

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 nots will bring forth comfort.
attention,

(E.reunt.

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ACT V.

1.

cense

SCENE I.

Per. Honour crown the worthiest!

[Ereunt 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
Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars

shew
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!
The very powers
that love 'em.

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
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-fear'd gods) bow down your stubborn Before I turn, let me embrace thee, cousin !
bodies!

This I shall never do again.
Your ire is more than mortal ; so your help be! Arc. One farewell!
And as the gods regard ye, fight with justice ! Pal. Why, let it be so: Farewell, coz!
I'll leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye Arc. Farewell, sir!
I part my wishes.

[Ereunt Pal, and his Knights.

not

man

Knights, kinsmen, lovers, yea, my sacrifices, To be his subject's vassal, and induce
Trie worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you Stale Gravity to dance; the polled bachelor,
Expels the seeds of fear, and th' apprehension, (Whose youth, like wanton boys thro' bonfires,
Which still is further off it, go with me

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

Το
put

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

dess, be

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

[Ereunt.

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