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(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
been far better;
Wooer. Then she told me
She'd watch with me to-night, for well she knew
Doctor. Let her do so;
You should observe her every way.
Jailor, Hoa there, Doctor !
Doctor. That's but a niceness :
She has the path before her.
Doctor. Pray bring her in, and let's see how
Jailor. I will, and tell her
Her Palamon stays for her: But, Doctor,
in the place ascends a rose-tree, having one Doctor. Go, go! You fathers are fine fools :
An we should give her physic till we find that-
Wooer. Why, do you think she is not honest, With sacred act advances ! But one rose?
Doctor. How old is she?
Whate'er her father says, if you perceive
way of flesh-you have me?
The melancholy humour that infects her.
Enter Jailor, Daughter, and Maid.
Doctor. You'll find it so.
She comes ; pray PALAMON.)
any Jailor. Come ; your love Palamon stays for good upon
you. Daugh. I thank him for his gentle patience;
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 you. Did you ne'er see the horse he gave me?
Duuyh. Will you surely? Jailor. Yes.
Wooer. Yes; by this fair hand, will I. Daugh. How do you like him?
Daugh. We'll to-bed theo. Jailor. He's a very fair one.
Wooer. Even when you will. Daugh. You never saw him dance ?
Duugh. 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; Jailor. 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.
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;
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 ill Daugh. A very fair hand; and casts himself
But I will kiss him up again.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. What do you here? Jaiior. 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. And twenty strike of oats: But he'll ne'er have Doctor. Nay, we'll go with you; her;
I will not lose the fight. He lisps in's neighing, able to entice
Juilor. 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.
W'ooer. 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?
Dangh. 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
Enter Theseus, HIPPOLITA, EMILIA, PERIAnd 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 fly, nothing
Than this decision : Every blow that falls
Threats a brave life; each stroke laments Stick misbecomingly on others, on him
(Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a charge.
And yet may Palamon wound Arcite, to
Enough for such a chance! If I were by,
I might do hurt; for they would glance their
Toward my seat, and in that motion might
[Cornets. "Cry within, A Palamon! Shall make and act the story, the belief
I am not there; oh, better never born
Enter a Servant.
Sero. The cry's a Palamon.
Emi. Then he has won. 'Twas ever likely:
He look'd all grace and success, and he is
And tell me how it goes.
(Shout, and cornets; cry, A Palamon! There is but envy in that light, which shews
Sero. Still Palamon.
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.
Is sure the end oth' combat.
Serv. They said that Palamon had Arcite's
Within an inch o' th' pyram
The two bold tilters at this instant are
Hand to hand at it.
Emi. Were they metamorphos'd
The prejudice of disparity, value's shortness, [Ereunt 'THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, &c.
(Cornets. "Cry within, Arcite, Arcite!
Emi. I prithce lay attention to the cry;
[Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite, victory!
Sero. The cry is
The combat's copsummation is proclaim'd
Emi. Half-sights saw
that the cry
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.
Pal. There's many a man alive that hath out
liv'd Good Palamon would miscarry; yet I knew ne 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 When oft our fancies are. They're coming off:
comfort Alas, poor Palamon!
We have by so considering ; we expire,
And not without mens' pity; to live still,
Have their good wishes; we prevent
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
For we are more clear spirits. My dear kinsmen, A love that grows as you decay!
Whose lives (for this poor comfort) are laid down, Arc. Emilia,
You've sold 'em too, too cheap. To buy you I have lost what's dearest to me,
1 Knight. What ending could be Save what is bought ; and 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. Did spur a noble steed: Surely the gods
2 Knight. Let us bid farewell; Would have him die a bachelor, lest his race
And with our patience anger tott'ring Fortane,
Who at her certain'st reels. Should shew i' th' world too godlike! His bebaviour
3 Knight. Come, who begins ? So charm’d me, that methought Alcides was
Pal. Èven 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
Your gentle Daughter gave me freedom once; Arcite
You'll see't done now for ever. Pray how dors
she? Did not lose by't; for he that was thus good, Encounter'd yet his better. I have heard
I heard she was not well; her kind of ill
Gave me some sorrow.
Juilor. Sir, she's well restor'd,
And to be married shortly. Anon the other, then again the first,
Pal. By my short life, 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
1 Knight. Nay; let's be offerers all." With joy that you have won! For the subdued,
2 Knight. Is it a maid ? Give them our present justice, since I know
Pal. Verily, I think so; 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,
Jailor. The gods requite you all, The which it will deliver.
And make her thankful! Emi. Is this winning?
Pal, Adieu! and let my life be now as short Oh, all you heavenly powers, where is
As my leave-taking. (Lies on the block,
1 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 haste 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 for't!
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 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
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: 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
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 restord difføring 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,
The visages of bridegrooms we'll put on,
But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry, To have some speech with you. Lo, he appears ! As glad of Arcite ; and am now as glad, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, EMILIA, ARCITE
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 thankfu! 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.
As for him sorry.