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Per. How do you like him, lady?

Let me find that my father ever hated, Hip. I admire him:

Disgrace and blows! I have not seen so young a man so noble,

Thes: Go, lead the way; you've won it; (If he say true) of his sort.

It shall be so: You shall receive all dues Emi. Believe,

Fit for the honour you

have won; 'twere wrong His mother was a wondrous handsome woman!

else. His face methinks goes that way.

Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a servant, Hip. But his body,

That, if I were a woman, would be master;. And fiery mind, illustrate a brave father.

But you are wise.

Per. Mark how his virtue, like a hidden sun, Emi. I hope too wise for that, sir. [Exeuni.
Breaks through his baser garments.
Hip. He's well got, sure.

Thes. What made you seek this place, sir?
Arc. Noble Theseus,

Enter Jailor's Daughter.
To purchase name, and do my ablest service Daugh. Let all the dukes, and all the devils
To such a well-found wonder as thy worth;

roar, For only in thy court, of all the world,

He is at liberty! I've ventured for him; Dwells fair-eyed Honour.

And out l've brought him to a little wood Per. All his words are worthy.

A mile hence. I have sent him, where a cedar, Thes. Sir, we are much indebted to your travel, Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane Nor shall you lose your wishes. Perithous, Fast by a brook; and there he shall keep close, Dispose of this fair gentleman.

Till I provide him files and food; for yet Per. Thanks, Theseus !

His iron bracelets are not off. Oh, Love, Whate'er you are, you're mine; and I shall give What a stout-hearted child thou art! My father you

Durst better have endured cold iron than done it. To a most noble service, to this lady,

I love him beyond love, and beyond reason, This bright young virgin : Pray observe her Or wit, or safety! I have made him know it: goodness.

I care not; I am desperate! If the law You've honour'd her fair birth-day with your Find me, and then condemn .me for't, some virtues,

wenches, And, as your due, you're hers; kiss her fair Some honest-hearted maids, will sing my dirge, hand, sir.

And tell to memory my death was noble, Arc. Sir, you're a noble giver.-Dearest Dying almost a martyr. That way he takes, beauty,

I purpose, is my way too: Sure he cannot Thus let me seal my vow'd faith! when your Be so unmanly as to leave me here! servant

If he do, maids will not so easily (Your most unworthy creature) but offends you, Trust men again : And yet he has not thank'd Command him die, he shall. Emi. That were too cruel.

For what I've done; no, not so much as kiss'd If you deserve well, sir, I shall soon see't:

me; You're mine; and somewhat better than your And that, methinks, is not so well; nor scarcely rank I'll use you.

Could I persuade him to become a freeman, Per. I'll see you furnish'd: And because you He made such scruples of the wrong he did say

To me and to my father. Yet, I hope, You are a horseman, I must needs entreat you When he considers more, this love of mine This afternoon to ride ; but 'tis a rough one. Will take more root within him: Let him do

Are. I like him better, prince; I shall not then What he will with me, so he use me kindly! Freeze in my saddle.

For use me so he shall, or I'll proclaim him, Thes. Sweet, you must be ready;

And to his face, no man.


presently And you, Emilia; and you, friend; and all; Provide him necessaries, and pack my clothes To-morrow, by the sun, to do observance To flow'ry May, in Dian's wood. Wait well, sir, And where there is a path of ground I'll venUpon your mistress ! Emily, I hope

ture, He shall not go afoot.

So he be with me! by him, like a shadow, Emi. That were a shame, sir,

I'll ever dwell. Within this hour the whoobub While I have horses. Take your choice; and will be all o'er the prison : I am then what

Kissing the man they look for. Farewell, father! You want at any time, let me but know it; Get many more such prisoners, and such daughIf you serve faithfully, I dare assure you

ters, You'll find a loving mistress.

And shortly you may keep yourself. Now to Arc. If I do not,






Pal. Cozener Arcite, give me language such SCENE I.

As thou hast shew'd me feat!

Arc. Not finding, in
Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hallooing, The circuit of my breast, any gross stuff
as people a-maying.

To form me like your blazon, holds me to

This gentleness of answer: 'Tis your passion

That thus mistakes; the which to you being Arc. The duke has lost Hippolita; each took

A several land. This is a solemn rite

Cannot to me be kind. Honour and honesty
They owe bloom'd May, and the Athenians pay it I cherish, and depend on, howsoe’er
To th' heart of ceremony. Oh, queen Emilia, You skip them in me; and with them, fair coz,
Fresher than May, sweeter

I'll maintain my proceedings. Pray be pleased
Than her gold buttons on the boughs, or all To shew in generous terms your griefs, since
Th' enameli'd knacks o'th' mead or garden!


Your question’s with your equal, who professes
We challenge too the bank of any nymph, To clear his own way, with the mind and sword
That makes the stream seem flowers ; thou, oh, of a true gentlemar.

Pal. That thou durst, Arcite !
O'th' wood, o'th' world, hast likewise blest a

Arc. My coz, my coz, you have been well adplace

vertised With thy sole presence. In thy rumination How much I dare: You've seen me use my That I poor man might eftsoons come between,

sword And chop on some cold thought!-- Thrice bless Against th' advice of fear. Sure, of another ed chance,

You would not hear me doubted, but your To drop on such a mistress ! Expectation

Most guiltless of't! Tell me, oh, lady Fortune, Should break out, though i' th' sanctuary.
(Next after Emily my sovereign) how far

Pal. Sir,
I may be proud. She takes strong note of me,

I've seen you move in such a place, which well
Hath made me near her, and this beauteous morn

Might justify your manhood; you were callid (The prim'st of all the year) presents me with A good knight and a bold: But the whole week's A brace of horses; two such steeds might well

not fair,
Be by a pair of kings back’d, in a field

If any day it rain! Their valiant temper
That their crowns' titles tried. Alas, alas, Men lose, when they incline to treachery;
Poor cousin Palamon, poor prisoner! thou And then they fight like compell’d bears, would
So little dream'st upon my fortune, that

Thou think’st thyself the happier thing, to be Were they not tied.
So near Emilia; me thou deem'st at Thebes,

Arc. Kinsman, you might as well
And therein wretched, although free: But if Speak this, and act it in your glass, as to
Thou knew'st my mistress breathed on me, and His ear, which now disdains you!

Pal. Come up to me!
I ear'd her language, lived in her eye, oh, coz, Quit me of these cold gyves, give me a sword
What passion would enclose thee!

(Though it be rusty), and the charity

Of one meal lend me; come before me then, Enter PALAMON as out of a bush, with his

A good sword in thy hand, and do but

say shackles; bends his fist at ARCITE.

That Emily is thine, I will forgive
Pal. Traitor kinsman!

The trespass thou hast done me, yea my life,
Thou shouldst perceive my passion, if these signs If then thou carry't; and brave souls in shades,
Of prisonment were off me, and this hand That have died manly, which will seek of me
But owner of a sword. By all oaths in one, Some news from earth, they shall get none but
I, and the justice of my love, would make thee

this, A confess'd traitor! Oh, thou most perfidious That thou art brave and noble. That ever gently look'd! the void'st of honour Arc Be content; That e'er bore gentle token! falsest cousin Again betake you to your hawthorn-house. That ever blood made kin! call'st thou her with counsel of the night, I will be here thine?

With wholesome viands; these impediments I'll prove it in my shackles, with these hands Will I file off; you shall have garments, and Void of appointment, that thou liest, and art Perfumes to kill the smell o'th' prison; after, A very thief in love, a chaffy lord,

When you shall stretch yourself, and say but,
Nor worth the name of villain! Had I a sword,

And these house-clogs away-

“ I am in plight !” there shall be at your choice Arc. Dear cousin Palamon

Both sword and armour.

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Pal. Oh, you Heav'ns, dare any

If he not answer'd, I should call a wolf, So noble bear a guilty business?


And do him but that service. I have heard But only Arcite;

therefore none but Arcite Strange howls this live-long night; why may't In this kind is so bold.

not be drc, Sweet Palamon

They have made prey of him? He has no weaPal. I do embrace you, and your offer: For

pons ; Your offer do't I only, sir; your person,

He cannot run; the jingling of his gyves Without hypocrisy, I may not wish

Might call fell things to listen, who have in them More than my sword's edge on't.

A sense to know a man unarm’d, and can (Wind horns of cornets. Smell where resistance is. I'll set it down Arc. You hear the horns :

He's torn to pieces; they howl'd many together, Enter your mews quick, lest this match be- And then they fed on him: So much for that! tween's

Be bold to ring the bell; how stand I then? Be crost ere met. Give me your hand; fare- All's char'd when he is gone. No, no, I lie; well!

My father's to be hang’d for his escape ;. I'll bring you every needful thing: I pray you Myself to beg, if I priz'd life so much Take comfort, and be strong!

As to deny my act; but that I would not, Pal. Pray hold your promise,

Should I try death by dozens "I am mop'd: And do the deed with a bent brow! most certain Food took I none these two days, You love me not; be rough with me, and pour Sipt some water; I've not clos'd mine eyes, This oil out of your language: By this air, Save when my lids scour'd off their brine. Alas, I could for each word give à cuft! my stomach Dissolve, my life ! let not my sense unsettle, Not reconciled by reason,

Lest I should drown, or stab, or hang myself! Are. Plainly spoken!

Oh, state of Nature, fail together in me, Yet pardon me hard language: When I spur Since thy best props are warp'd-So! which way My horse, I chide him not ; content and anger

[Wind horns. The best way is, the next way to a grave: In me have but one face. Hark, sir! they call Each errant step beside is torment. Lo, The scatter'd to the banquet: You must guess The moon is down, the crickets chirp, the I have an office there.

screech-owl Pal. Sir, your attendance

Calls in the dawn! all offices are done, Cannot please Heaven; and I' know your

office Save what I fail in : But the point is this, Unjustly is atchieved.

An end, and that is all !

[Erit. Arc. I've a good title, I am persuaded : This question, sick between's,

By bleeding must be cur’d. I am a suitor
That to your sword you will bequeath this plea,

Enter ARCITE, with meat, wine, and files. And talk of it no more.

Arc. I should be near the place. Ho, cousin Pal. But this one word:

You're going now to gaze upon my mistress;

For, note you, mine she is
Arc. Nay, then-

Pal, Arcite?
Pal. Nay, pray you !-

Arc. The same: I've brought you food and You talk of feeding me to breed me strength:

files. You're going now to look upon a sun

Come forth, and fear not; here's no Theseus. That strengthens what it looks on; there you Pal. Nor none so honest, Arcite. have

Arc. That's no matter; A vantage o'er me; but enjoy it till

We'll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage; I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. (Ereunt. You shall not die thus beastly; here, sir; drink!

I know you're faint; then I'll talk further with SCENE II.


Pal. Arcite, thou might'st now poison me. Enter Jailor's Daughter.

Arc. I might; Daugh. He has mistook the beck I meant; But I must fear you first. Sit down; and, good

now, After his fancy. 'Tis now well nigh morning; No more of these vain parlies ! let us not, No matter! would it were perpetual night, Having our ancient reputation with us, And Darkness lord o' th' world !-Hark! 'tis a Make talk for fools and cowards. wolf:

health! In me hath grief slain fear, and, but for one Pal. Dothing,

Arc. Pray sit down then; and let me intreat I care for nothing, and that's Palamon :

you, I reck not if the wolves would jaw me, so By all the honesty and honour in you, He had this file. What if I halloo'd for hiin? No mention of this woman! 'twill disturb us; I cannot halloo; if I whoop'd, what then? We shall have time enough.

'tis gone

To your


Pal. Well, sir, I'll pledge you.

Get off your trinkets; you shall want nought. Arc. Drink a good hearty draught! it breeds Pal, Sirrahgood blood, man.

Arc. I'll hear no more!

(Erit. Do not you feel it thaw you?

Pal. If he keep touch, he dies for't! [Erit.
Pal. Stay; I'll tell you
After a draught or two more.

Arc. Spare it not;
The duke has more, coz. Eat now!

Enter Jailor's Daughter.
Pal. Yes.

Daugh. I'm very cold; and all the stars are Arc. I'm glad

out too, You have so good a stomach.

The little stars, and all that look like aglets : Pal. I am gladder

The sun has seen my folly. Palamon! I have so good meat to't.

Alas, no; he's in Heav'n!-Where am I now?Arc. Is't not mad lodging

Yonder's the sea, and there's a ship; how't tumHere in the wild woods, cousin ?

bles ! Pal. Yes, for them

And there's a rock lies watching under water; That have wild consciences.

Now, now, it beats upon it! now, now, now! Arc. How tastes your victuals?

There's a leak sprung, a sound one; how they cry! Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.

Up with her 'fore the wind, you'll lose all else! Pal. Not much:

Up with a course or two, and tack about, boys! But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin. Good night, good night; you're gone !—I'm What is this?

very hungry: Arc. Venison.

'Would I could find a fine frog! he would tell Pal. 'Tis a lusty meat. Give me more wine: Here, Arcite, to the wenches News from all parts o'th' world; then would I We have known in our days! The lord-steward's

make daughter;

A carrack of a cockle-shell, and sail Do you remember her?

By east and north-east to the king of pigmies, Arc. After you, coz.

For he tells fortunes rarely. Now my father, Pal. She lov'd a black-hair'd man.

Twenty to one, is truss'd up in a trice Arc. She did so: Well, sir?

To-morrow morning; I'll say never a word. Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite; and

SONG, Arc. Out with it, faith!

For I'll cut my green coat, a foot above my knee; Pal. She met him in an arbour:

And I'll clip my yellow locks, an inch below
What did she there, coz? Play o'th' virginals?
Arc. Something she did, sir.

Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny.
Pal. Made her groan a month for't;
Or two, or threc, or ten.

He's buy me a white cut, forth for to ride,
Arc. The marshal's sister

And I'll go and seek him, thro' the world that is Had her share too, as I remember, cousin, Else there be tales abroad: You'll pledge her?

Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny. Pal. Yes.

Oh, for a prick now like a nightingale, Arc. A pretty brown wench 'tis! There was To put my breast against! I shall sleep like a top


(Erit. When young men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale.

Pal. For Emily, upon my life ! Fool,

Enter GERROLD, four Countrymen (and the Bar
Away with this strain’d mirth! I say again, vian,) two or three Wenches, with a Taborer.
That sigh was breath'd for Emily: Base cousin, Ger. Fy, fy!
Dar'st thou break first ?

What tediosity and disensanity Arc. You're wide.

Is here among ye! Have my rudiments Pal. By Heav'n and earth,

Been labour'd so long with ye, milk'd unto ye, There's nothing in thee honest!

And, by a figure, ev’n the very plumb-broth Arc, Then I'll leave you:

And marrow of my understanding laid upon ye, You are a beast now.

And do ye still cry where, and how, and wherePal. As thou mak'st me, traitor.

fore? Arc. There's all things needful; files, and Ye most coarse freeze capacities, ye śleave judgshirts, and perfumes :

ments, I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring Have I said thus let be, and there let be, That, that shall quiet all.

And then let be, and no man understand me? Pal, A sword and armour?

Proh Deum, medius fidius ; ye are all dunces! Arc. Fear me not. You are now too foul: | For why? here stand I; here the duke comes; Farewell!

there are you,

mine eye.

so wide.

a time

Close in the thicket; the duke appears, I meet Go thy ways ; I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee!

him, And unto him I utter learned things,

Enter Jailor's Daughter. And many figures; he hears, and nods, and hums, Daugh. The George alow came from the South, And then cries rure ! and I go forward; at length

From the coast of Barbary-a.
I fling my cap up; mark there! then do you, And there he met with brave gallants of war;
As once did Meleager and the boar,

By one, by two, by three-a.
Break comely out before him, like true lovers,
Cast yourselves in a body decently,

Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants !
And sweetly, by a figure, trace, and turn, boys !

And whether now are you bound-a?

And sweetly we will do it, master Ob, let me have your company

'Till I come to the Sound-a! 2 Coun. Draw up the company, Where's the There was three fools, fell out about an howlet taborer?

The one said 'twas an owl, 3 Coun. Why, Timothy !

The other he said nay, Tab. Here, my mad boys; have at ye! The third he said it was a hawk, Ger. But I say where's their women?

And her bells were cut away. 4 Coun. Here's Friz and Maudlin. 2 Coun. And little Luce, with the white legs,

3 Coun. There is a dainty mad woman, magisand bouncing Barbary.

ter, i Coun. And freckled Nell, that never faila Comes i' th' nick; as mad as a March hare ! her master.

If we can get her dance, we're made again: Ger. Where be your ribands, maids ? Swim I warrant her, she'll do the rarest gambols ! with your bodies,

1 Coun. A mad woman? We are made, boys ! And carry it sweetly, and deliverly;

Ger. And are you mad, good woman? And now and then a favour, and a frisk!

Daugh. I would be sorry else; Nell. Let us alone, sir.

Give me your hand. Ger. Where's the rest o'th' music?

Ger. Why? 3 Coun. Dispers'd as you commanded.

Daugh. I can tell your fortune: Ger. Couple then,

You are a fool. Tell ten : I've poz’d him. Buz! And see what's wanting. Where's the Bavian? Friend, you must eat no white bread; if you do, My friend, carry your tail without offence

Your teeth will bleed extremely.

Shall we Or scandal to the ladies; and be sure

dance, ho? You tumble with audacity, and manhood!

I know you ; you're a tinker: Sirrah tinker, And when you bark, do it with judgment.

Stop no more holes, but what you should. Bao. Yes, sir.

Ger. Dui boni! Ger. Quo usque tandem ? Here's a woman

A tinker, damsel? wanting.

Daugh. Or a conjurer: 4 Coun. We may go whistle; all the fat's i' th’ Raise me a devil now, and let him play fire!

Quipassa, o'th' bells and bones! Ger. We have,

Ger. Go, take her, As learned authors utter, wash'd a tile;

And fluently persuade her to a peace : We have been fatuus, and labour'd vainly.

Atque opus eregi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis--2 Coun. This is that scornful piece, that scurvy



and lead her in! hilding,

2 Coun. Come, lass, let's trip it! That gave her promise faithfully she would be

Daugh. I'll lead.

[Wind horns. here,

3 Coun. Do, do. Cicely, the sempster's daughter!

Ger. Persuasively, and cunningly; away, boys! The next gloves that I give her shall be dog's skin!

[Exeunt all but GERROLD. Nay, an she fail me once You can tell, Arcas,

I hear the horns : Give me some meditation, She sworę, by wipe and bread, she would not And mark your cue. Pallas inspire me!

break. Ger. An eel and woman,


EMILIA, ARCITE, and Train,
A learned poet says, unless by th' tail
And with thy teeth thou hold, will either fail. Thes. This way the stag took,
In manners this was false position.

Ger. Stay, and edify!
i Coun. A fire ill take her! does she flinch now? Thes. What have we here?
3 Coun. What

Per. Some country-sport, upon my life, sir. Shall we determine, sir?

Thes. Well, sir, go forward, we will edify. Ger. Nothing;

Ladies, sit down; we'll stay it. Our business is become a nullity,

Ger. Thou doughty duke, all hail ! all hail, Yea, and a woeful, and a piteous nullity!

sweet ladies! 4 Coun. Now, when the credit of our town

Thes. This is a cold beginning. lay on it,

Ger. If you but favour, our country pastime Now to be frampal, now to piss o'th' nettle!

made is. VOL. I.


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