Arc. Not far, sir. Are there such games to-day? 1 Coun. Yes, marry are there; And such as you ne'er saw: The duke himself." Will be in person there. Arc. What pastimes are they? When fifteen once has found us! First, I saw him; I, seeing, thought he was a goodly man; That ever dream'd, or vow'd her maidenhead He bows his noble body, then salutes me thus: ness 'Get thee a happy husband! Once he kiss'd me; I loved my lips the better ten days after: And me as much to see his misery: What should I do, to make him know I love him? 2 Coun. Wrastling and running-Tis a pret- For I would fain enjoy him: Say I ventured ty fellow. 3 Coun. Thou wilt not go along? Arc. Not yet, sir. 4 Coun. Well, sir, Take your own time. Come, boys! 1 Coun. My mind misgives me This fellow has a vengeance trick o'th' hip; 2 Coun. I'll be hang'd though, If he dare venture; hang him, plumb-porridge! He wrastle? He roast eggs. Come, let's be gone, lads! [Exeunt Countrymen. Arc. This is an offer'd opportunity I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled, The best men call'd it excellent; and run, Swifter the wind upon a field of corn, (Curling the wealthy ears) ne'er flew. I'll ven ture, And in some poor disguise be there: Who knows Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands, And happiness prefer me to a place, Where I may ever dwell in sight of her? [Exit. SCENE IV. Enter Jailor's Daughter. Daugh. Why should I love this gentleman? He never will affect me: I am base, To set him free? what says the law then? SCENE V. [A short flourish of cornets, and shouts within. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, EMILIA, and ARCITE, with a garland, &c. Thes. You have done worthily; I have not seen, Since Hercules, a man of tougher sinews: Arc. I'm proud to please you. Sure is a happy sire then. What prove you? I could have kept a hawk, and well have halloo'd I would be thought a soldier. Thes. You are perfect. Per. Upon my soul, a proper man! Hip. But his body, And fiery mind, illustrate a brave father. Per. Mark how his virtue, like a hidden sun, Breaks through his baser garments. Hip. He's well got, sure. Thes. What made you seek this place, sir? To purchase name, and do my ablest service Per. All his words are worthy. Thes. Sir, we are much indebted to your travel, Nor shall you lose your wishes. Perithous, Dispose of this fair gentleman. Per. Thanks, Theseus! Whate'er you are, you're mine; and I shall give What a stout-hearted child thou art! My father You are a horseman, I must needs entreat you Thes. Sweet, you must be ready; Emi. That were a shame, sir, While I have horses. Take your choice; and what You want at any time, let me but know it: Durst better have endured cold iron, than done it. I love him beyond love, and beyond reason, Some honest-hearted maids, will sing my dirge, I Trust men again: And yet he has not thank'd me For what I've done; no, not so much as kiss'd me; And that, methinks, is not so well; nor scarcely And shortly you may keep yourself. Now to [Exit. him! SCENE I. ACT III. Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hallooing as people a-maying. Enter ARCITE. Arc. The duke has lost Hippolita; each took Than her gold buttons on the boughs, or all O'th' wood, o'th' world, hast likewise blest a place With thy sole presence.-In thy rumination To drop on such a mistress! Expectation I ear'd her language, lived in her eye, oh, coz, Arc. Dear cousin Palamon- Pal. Cozener Arcite, give me language such As thou hast shew'd me feat! Arc. Not finding, in The circuit of my breast, any gross stuff Cannot to me be kind. Honour and honesty You skip them in me; and with them, fair coz, Pal. That thou durst, Arcite! Arc. My coz, my coz, you have been well advertised How much I dare: You've seen me use my sword Against th' advice of fear. Sure, of another You would not hear me doubted, but your silence Should break out, tho' i' th' sanctuary. Pal. Sir, Quit me of these cold gyves, give me a sword Of one meal lend me; come before me then, Enter PALAMON as out of a bush, with his That Emily is thine, I will forgive Pal. Traitor kinsman ! Thou shouldst perceive my passion, if these signs Nor worth the name of villain! Had I a sword, The trespass thou hast done me, yea my life, That thou art brave and noble. Arc. Be content; Again betake you to your hawthorn-house. "I am in plight!" there shall be at your choice Both sword and armour. If he not answer'd, I should call a wolf, They have made prey of him? He has no weapons; He cannot run; the jingling of his gyves Sipt some water; I've not clos'd mine eyes, The best way is, the next way to a grave: Calls in the dawn! all offices are done, SCENE III. [Exit. Arc. Drink a good hearty draught! it breeds Get off your trinkets; you shall want nought. good blood, man. Do not you feel it thaw you? Pal. Stay; I'll tell you After a draught or two more, Arc. Spare it not; The duke has more, coz. Eat now! Give me more wine: Here, Arcite, to the wenches We have known in our days! The lord-steward's daughter; Do you remember her? Arc. After you, coz. Pal. She lov'd a black-hair'd man. Arc. She did so: Well, sir? Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite; and- Arc. Out with it, faith! Pal. She met him in an arbour: What did she there, coz? Play o' th' virginals? Arc. Something she did, sir. Pal. Made her groan a month for't; Or two, or three, or ten. Arc. The marshal's sister Had her share too, as I remember, cousin, Else there be tales abroad: You'll pledge her? Pal. Yes. Arc. A pretty brown wench 'tis! There was a time When young men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale. Heigh-ho! Pal. For Emily, upon my life! Fool, Away with this strain'd mirth! I say again, That sigh was breath'd for Emily: Base cousin, Dar'st thou break first? Arc. You're wide. Pal. By Heav'n and earth, There's nothing in thee honest! Arc. Then I'll leave you: You are a beast now. Pal. As thou mak'st me, traitor. Arc. There's all things needful; files, and shirts, and perfumes: I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring That, that shall quiet all. Pul. A sword and armour? Pal. Sirrah-- cry! Up with her 'fore the wind, you'll lose all else! Up with a course or two, and tack about, boys! Good night, good night; you're gone!—I'm very hungry: 'Would I could find a fine frog! he would tell me News from all part's o' th' world; then would I make A carrack of a cockle-shell, and sail By east and north-east to the king of pigmies, Have I said thus let be, and there let be, Arc. Fear me not. You are now too foul: For why? here stand I; here the duke comes; Farewell! there are you, 10 |