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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

flowers; one before her carrying a silder 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, sacred, shadowy, cold and constant What hour my fit would take me.

Doctor. Let her do so;
Abandoner of revels, mute, contemplative, And when your fit comes, fit her home, and
Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure

As wind-fann'd snow, who to thy female knights Wover. She'd have me sing.
Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush, Doctor. You did so?
Which is their order's robe; I here thy priest Wooer. No.
Am humbled 'fore thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe, Doctor. 'Twas very ill done then;
With that thy rare green eye, which never yet

You should observe her every way.
Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virgin !

Wover. Alas,
And, sacred silver mistress, lend thine ear I have no voice, sir, to confirm her that way.
(Which ne'er heard scurril term, into whose port Doctor. That's all one, if you make a noise:
Ne'er enter'd wanton sound) to my petition, If she entreat again, do any thing;
Season'd with holy fear! This is my last Lie with her, if she ask you.
Of vestal office; I'm bride-habited,

Jailor, Hoa there, Doctor !
But maiden-hearted; a husband I have 'pointed, Doctor. Yes, in the way of cure.
But do not know him ; out of two I should Jailor. But first, by your leave,
Chuse one, and pray for his success, but I I'th' way of honesty.
Am guiltless of election of mine eyes ;

Doctor. That's but a niceness :
Were I to 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 that-
Out from the bowels of her holy altar

Wooer. Why, do you think she is not honest, With sacred act advances ! But one rose?

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,



way of flesh-you have me?
Thou here dischargest me; I shall be gatherd, Wooer. Yes, very well, sir.
I think so; but I know not thine own will: Doctor. Please her appetite,
Unclasp thy mystery! I hope she's pleased; And do it home; it cures her, ipso facto,
Her signs were gracious.

The melancholy humour that infects her.
(They curt'sy, and exeunt. Wooer. I am of your mind, Doctor.

may be;

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Enter Jailor, Daughter, and Maid.
Enter Doctor, Jailor, and Wover (in habit of

Doctor. You'll find it so.

She comes ; pray PALAMON.)

humour her!
Doctor. Has this advice I told


any Jailor. Come ; your love Palamon stays for good upon

It'ooer. 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;

her company

an hour.

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;

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 ill Daugh. A very fair hand; and casts himself

th' accounts

But I will kiss him up again.
Of all his hay and provender; that hostler
Must rise betime that cozens him. You know

Enter a Messenger.
The chesnut mare the duke has ?

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:
But he is like his master, coy and scornful. You bear a charge there too.
Jailor. What dowry has she?

Jailor. I'll away straight.
Daugh. Some two hundred bottles

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

To marry us, for here they're nice and foolish;
Besides, my father must be hang’d to-morrow,

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
The place whereon it falls, and sounds more like Live in fair dwelling.
A bell, than blade: I will stay here:

(Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a charge.
It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd Hark, how yon spurs to spirit do incite.
With what shall happen, ('gainst the which The princes to their proof! Arcite may win me;
there is

And yet may Palamon wound Arcite, to
No deafing) but to hear, not taint mine eye The spoiling of his figure. . Oh, what pity
With dread sights it may

Enough for such a chance! If I were by,
Per. Sir, my good lord,

I might do hurt; for they would glance their
Your sister will no further.

Thes. Oh, she must:

Toward my seat, and in that motion might
She shall see deeds of honour in their kind, Omit a ward, or forfeit an offence,
Which sometime shew well-pencild: Nature Which craved that very time; it is much better

[Cornets. "Cry within, A Palamon! Shall make and act the story, the belief

I am not there; oh, better never born
Both seald with eye and ear. You must be Than minister to such harm!-What is the

You are the victor's meed, the price and garland
To crown the question's title.

Enter a Servant.
Emi. Pardon me;

Sero. The cry's a Palamon.
If I were there, I'd wink.

Emi. Then he has won. 'Twas ever likely:
Thes. You must be there;

He look'd all grace and success, and he is
This trial is as 'twere i'th' night, and you Doubtless the primest of men. I prithee run,
The only star to shine.

And tell me how it goes.
Emi. I am extinct ;

(Shout, and cornets; cry, A Palamon! There is but envy in that light, which shews

Sero. Still Palamon.
The one the other. Darkness, which ever was Emi: Run and enquire. Poor servant, thou
The dam of Horror, who does stand accurs'd

hast lost!
Of many mortal millions, may even now,

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.

Thes. Why, the knights must kindle

Is sure the end oth' combat.
Their valour at your eye: Know, of this war
You are the treasure, and must needs be by

Enter Servant.
To give the service pay.
Èmi. Sir, pardon me;

Serv. They said that Palamon had Arcite's
The title of a kingdom may be tried

Out of itself.

Within an inch o' th' pyram
Thes. Well, well then, at your pleasure. Was general a Palamon; but anon,
Those that remain with you could wish their Th’ assistants made a brave redemption, and

The two bold tilters at this instant are
To any of their enemies.

Hand to hand at it.
Hip. Farewell, sister!

Emi. Were they metamorphos'd
I'm like to know your husband 'fore yourself, Both into one-oh, why? there were no woman
By some small start of time: He whom the gods Worth so composed a man! Their single share,
Do of the two know best, I pray them he Their nobleness peculiar to them, gives
Be made your lot!

The prejudice of disparity, value's shortness, [Ereunt 'THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, &c.

(Cornets. "Cry within, Arcite, Arcite!
Emi. Arcite is gently visaged; yet his eye To any lady breathing.-More exulting?
like an engine bent, or a sharp weapon

Palamon still?
In a soft sheath ; Mercy, and manly courage, Serv. Nay, now the sound is Arcite.
Are bedfellows in his visage. Palamon

Emi. I prithce lay attention to the cry;
Has a most menacing aspect; his brow

[Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite, victory!
Is graved, and seems to bury what it frowns on; Set both thine ears to th' business.
Yet sometimes 'tis not so, but alters to

Sero. The cry is
The quality of his thoughts; long time his eye Arcite, and victory! Hark! Arcite, victory!
Will dwell upon his object; melancholy

The combat's copsummation is proclaim'd
Becomes him nobly; so does Arcite's mirth; By the wind-instruments.
But Palamon's sadness is a kind of mirth,

Emi. Half-sights saw
So mingled, as if Mirth did make him sad, That Arcite was no babe: God's 'lid, his rich-
And Sadness, merry; those darker humours that

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.
Than humble banks can go to law with waters,
That drift winds force to raging. I did think

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
CITE as victor, attendunts, &c.

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.
Two emulous Philomels beat the ear o'th' night
With their contentious throats, now one the

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,

your mercy?

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

lady serv'd,

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,
Even then fell off his head; and presently Whom I adopt my friends. A day or two
Backward the jade comes o'er, and his full poize Let us look sadly, and give grace unto
Becomes the rider's load. Yet is he living, The funeral of Arcite! in whose end
But such a vessel 'tis that floats but for

The visages of bridegrooms we'll put on,
The surge that next approaches : He much de- And smile with Palamon ; for whom an hour,

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.


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