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THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN : Presented at the Blackfriers by the Kings Maiesties servants , with great applause :

Written by the memorable Worthies of their time .

Mr. John Fletcher , and Mr. William Shakspeare . Gent.

Printed at London by Tho. Cotes , for Iohn Waterson : and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne in Pauls Church-yard . 1634.

PROLOGVE . NEw Playes , and Maydenheads , are neare a kin , Much follow'd both , for both much mony g'yn , If they stand sound , and well ; And a good Play ( Whose modest Sceanes blush on his marriag●… day , And shake to loose his honour ) is like hir That after holy Tye , and first nights stir Yet still is Modestie , and still retaines More of the maid to sight , than Husbands paines ; We pray our Play may be so ; For I am sure It has a noble Breeder , and a pure , A learned , and a Poet never went More famous yet twixt Po and silver Trent . Chaucer ( of all admir'd ) the Story gives , There constant to Eternity it lives ; If we let fall the Noblenesse of this , And the first sound this child beare , be a hisse , How will it shake the bones of that good man , And make him cry from under ground , O fa●… From me the witles chaffe of such a wrighter That blastes my Bayes , and my fam'd workes makes lighter Then Robin Hood ? This is the feare we bring ; For to say Trut●… , it wa●…e an endlesse thing , And too ambitious to 〈◊〉 to him ; Weake as we are , and almost breathlesse swim In this deepe water . 〈◊〉 you hold out Your helping hands , and we shall take about , And something do●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : You shall heare Sceanes though 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Art , may yet appeare Worth two houres travell . To his ●…nes sweet sleepe : Content to you . If this play doe not keepe , A little dull time from us , we perceave Our losses fall so thicke , we must needs leave .
The Two Noble Kinsmen .
Actus Primus .
Ent●… Hymen with a Torch burning : a Boy , in a white Robe before singing , and strewing Flowres : After Hymen , a Nimph , encompast in her Tresses , bearing a wheaten Garland . Then Theseus betweene two other Nimphs with wheaten Chaplets on their heades . Then Hipolita the Bride , lead by Theseus , and another holding a Garland over her head ( her Tresses likewise hanging . ) After her Emilia holding up her Traine . The Song . ROses their sharpe spines being gon , Not royall in their smels alone , But in their hew . Maiden Pinckes , ofodour faint , Dazies smel-lesse , yet most quaint And sweet Time true . Prim-rose first borne , child of Ver , Merry Spring times Herbinger , With her bels dimme . Oxlips , in their Cradles growing , Mary-golds , on death beds blowing , Larkes-heeles trymme . All deere natures children : sweete - Ly fore Bride and Bridegroomes feet●… Strew Flowers . Blessing their sence . Not an angle of the aire , Bird mclodious , or bird faire , Is absent hence . The Crow , the ●…ndrous Cuckoe , nor The boding Raven , nor Clough hee Nor ●…hattring Pie , May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing , Or with them any discord bring But from it fly . Enter 3. Queenes in Blacke , with vailes staind , with imperiall Crownes . The 1. Queene fals downe at the foote of Theseus ; The 2. fals downe at the foote of Hypolita . The 3. before Emilia . 1. Qu. For pitties sake and true gentilities , Heare , and respect me . 2. Qu. For your Mothers sake . And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones , Heare and respect me , 3. Qu. Now for the love of him whom love hath markd The honour of your Bed , and for the sake Of cleere virginity , be Advocate For us , and our distresses : This good deede Shall raze you out o' th Booke of Trespasses All you are set downe there . Theseus .

Sad Lady ●…ise .

Hypol.

Stand up .

Emil. No knees to me . What woman I may steed that is distrest , Does bind me to her . Thes.

What 's your request ? Deliver you for all .

1. Qu. We are 3. Queenes , whose Soveraignes fel before The wrath of cruell Creon ; who endured The Beakes of Ravens , Tallents of the Knights , And pecks of Crowes , in the fowle feilds of The●… He will not suffer us to burne their bones , To urne their ashes , nor to take th' off●…nce Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye Of holy Ph●…bus , but infects the windes With stench of our slaine Lords . O pitty Duke , Thou purger of the earth , draw thy feard Sword That does good turnes to 'th world ; give us the Bones Of our dead Kings , that we may Chappell them ; And of thy boundles goodnes take some note That for our crowned heades we have no roofe , Save this which is the Lyons , and the Beares , And vault to every thing . Thes. Pray you kneele not , I was transported with your Speech , and suffer'd Your knees to wrong themselves ; I have heard the fortunes Of your dead Lords , which gives me such lamenting As wakes my vengeance , and revenge for 'em King Capaneus , was your Lord the day That he should marry you , at such a season , As now it is with me . I met your Groome , By Marsis Altar , you were that time faire ; Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses , Nor in more bounty spread her . Your wheaten wreathe Was then nor threashd , nor blasted ; Fortune at you Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles : Hercules our kinesman ( Then weaker than your eies ) laide by his Club , He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide And swore his ●…ws thawd : O greife , and time , Fearefull consumers , you will all devoure . 1 , Qu. O I hope some God , Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood Whereto hee l infuse powre , and presse you forth Our undertaker . Thes. O no knees , none Widdow , Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them , And pray for me your Souldier . Troubled I am . turnes away . 2. Qu. Honoured Hypolita Most dreaded Amazonian , that ha'st slaine The Sith-tuskd-Bore ; that with thy Arme as strong As it is white , wast neere to make the male To thy Sex captive ; but that this thy Lord Borne to uphold Creation , in that honour First nature stilde it in , shrunke thee into The bownd thou wast ore-flowing ; at once subduing Thy force , and thy affection : Soldiresse That equally canst poize sternenes with pitty , Whom now I know hast much more power on him Then ever he had on thee , who ow'st his strength And his , Love too : who is a Servant for The Tenour of the Speech . Deere Glasse of Ladies Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch , Vnder the shaddow of his Sword , may coole us : Require him he advance it ore our heades ; Speak 't in a womans key : like such a woman As any of us three ; weepe ere you faile ; lend us a knee ; But touch the ground for us no longer time Then a Doves motion , when the head 's pluckt off : Tell him if he i' th blood cizd field , lay swolne Showing the Sun his Teeth ; g●…inning at the Moone What you would doe . Hip. Poore Lady , say no more : I had as leife trace this good action with you As that whereto I am going , and never yet Went I so willing , way . My Lord is taken Hart deepe with your distresse : Let him consider : I le speake anon . 3. Qu. O my petition was kneele to Emilia . Set downe in yce , which by hot greefe uncandied Melts into drops , so sorrow wanting forme Is prest with deeper matter . Emilia . Pray stand up , Your greefe is written in your checke . 3. Qu. O woe , You cannot reade it there ; there through my teares , Like wrinckled peobles in a glasse streame You may behold 'em ( Lady , Lady , alacke ) He that will all the Treasure know o' th earth Must know the Center too ; he that will fish For my least min●…ow , let him lead his line To catch one at my heart . O pardon me Extremity that sharpens sundry wits Makes me a Foole. Emili. Pray you say nothing , pray you , Who cannot feele , nor see the raine being in 't , Knowes neither wet , nor dry , if that you were Tho ground-peece of fome Painter , I would buy you T' instruct me gainst a Capitall greefe indeed Such heart peirc'd demonstration ; but alas Being a naturall Si●…ter of our Sex Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me , That it shall make a counter reflect gainst My Brothers heart , and warme it to some pitty Though it were made of stone : pray have good comfort . Thes. Forward to 'th Temple , leave not out a Iot O' th sacred Ceremony . 1. Qu. O This Celebration Will long last , and be more costly then , Your Suppliants war : Remember that your Fame Knowles in the eare , o' th world : what you doe quickly , Is not done rashly ; your first thought is more . Then others laboured meditance : your premeditating More then their actions : But oh love , your actions Soone as they mooves as Asprayes doe the fish , Subdue before they touch , thinke , deere Duke thinke What beds our slaine Kings have . 2. Qu. What greifes our beds That our deere Lords have none . 3. Qu. None fit for 'th dead : Those that with Cordes , Knives , drams precipitance , Weary of this worlds light , have to themselves Beene deathes most horrid Agents , humaine grace Affords them dust and shaddow . 1. Qu. But our Lords Ly b●…string fore the visitating Sunne , And were good Kings , when living . Thes. It is true . and I will give you comfort , To give your dead Lords graves : The which to doe , must make some worke with Creou ; 1. Qu. And that worke presents it selfe to 'th doing : Now t will take forme , the heates are gone to morrow . Then , booteles toyle must recompence it selfe , With it's owne sweat ; Now he 's secure , Not dreames , we stand before your puislance Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes To make petition cleere . 2. Qu. Now you may take him , Drunke with his victory . 3. Qu. And his Army full Of Bread , and sloth . Thes. Artesuis that best knowest How to draw out fit to this enterprise , The prim'st for this proceeding , and the number To carry such a businesse , forth and levy Our worthiest Instruments , whilst we despatch This grand act of our life , this daring deede OfFate in wedlocke . 1. Qu. Dowagers , take hands Let us be Widdowes to our wo●…s , delay Commends us to a famishing hope . All.

Farewell .

2. Qu. We come unseasonably : But when could greefe Cull forth as unpanged judgement can , fit'st time For best solicitation . Thes. Why good Ladies , This is a service , whereto I am going , Greater then any was ; it more imports me Then all the actions that I have foregone , Or futurely can cope . 1. Qu. The more proclaiming Our suit shall be neglected , when her Armes Able to locke Iove from a Synod , shall By warranting Moone-light corslet thee , oh whe●… Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall Vpon thy tastefull lips , what wilt thou thinke Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes , what care For what thou feelst not ? what thou feelst being able To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couc●… But one night with her , every howre in 't will Take 〈◊〉 of thee for a hundred , and Thou shalt remember nothing more , then what That Banket bids thee too . Hip. Though much unlike You should be so transported , as much sorry I should be such a Suitour ; yet I thinke Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy Which breeds a deeper longing , cure their surfeit That craves a present medcine , I should plucke All Ladies scandall on me . Therefore Sir As I shall here make tryall of my prayres , Either presuming them to have some force , Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe , Prorogue this busines , we are going about , and hang Your Sheild afore your Heart , about that necke Which is my 〈◊〉 , and which I freely lend To doe these poore Queenes service . All Queens . Oh helpe now Our Cause cries for your knee . Emil. If you grant not My Sister her petition in that force , With that Celerity , and nature which Shee makes it in : from henceforth I le not dare To aske you any thing , nor be so hardy Ever to take a Husband . Thes. Pray stand up . I am entreating of my selfe to doe That which you kneele to have me ; ●…yrithous Leade on the Bride ; g●…t you and pray the Gods For successe , and returne ; omit not any thing In the pretended Celebration : Queenes Follow your Soldier ( as before ) hence you And at the banckos of Anly meete us with The forces you can raise , where we shall finde The moytie of a number , for a busines , More bigger look't ; since that our Theame is haste I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe , Sweete keepe it as my Token ; Set you forward For I will see you gone . Ex●…unt towards the Temple . Farewell my beauteous Sister : Pyrithous Keepe the feast full , bate not an howre on 't . Pirithous . Sir I le follow you at ●…eeles ; The Feasts solempnity Shall want till your returne . Thes. Co●…en I charge you Boudge not from Athens ; We shall be returning Ere you can end this Feast ; of which I pray you Make no abatement ; once more farewell all . 1. Qu.

Thus do'st thou still make good the tongue o' th world .

2. Qu.

And earnst a Deity equal with Mars ,

3. Qu. If not above him , for Thou being but mortall mak●… affections bend To Godlike honours ; they themselves some say Grone under such a Mastry . Thes. As we are men Thus should we doe , being sensually subdude We loose our humane tytle ; good cheere Ladies . Florish. Now turne we towards your Comforts . Exeunt .
Scaena 2. Enter Palamon , and Arcite . Arcite . Deere Palamon , 〈◊〉 in love then Blood And our prime Cosen , yet unhardned in The Crimes of nature ; Let us leave the Citty Thebs , and the temptings in 't , before we further Sully our glosse of youth , And here to keepe in abstinence we shame As in Incontinence ; for not to swim I' th aide o' th Current , were almost to sincke , At least to frustrate striving , and to follow The common Streame , t wold bring us to an Edy Where we should turne or drowne ; if labour through , Our gaine but life , and weakenes . Pal. Your advice Is cride up with example : what strange ruins Since first we went to Schoole , may we perceive Walking in Thebs ? Skars , and bar●… weedes The gaine o' th Martialist , who did propound To his bold ends , honour , and golden Ingots , Which though he won , he had not , and now flurted By peace for whom he fought , who then shall offer To Marsis so scornd Altar ? I doe bleede When such I meete , and wish great 〈◊〉 would Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie To get the Soldier worke , that peace might purge For her repletion , and retaine anew Her cha●…itable heart now hard , and harshe●… Then strife , or war could be . Arcite , Are you not out ? Meete you no ruine , but the Soldierin The Cranckes , and turnes of Thebs ' you did begin As if you met decaies of many kindes : Perceive you none , that doe arowse your pitty But th'un considerd Soldier ? Pa●… . Yes , I pitty Decaies where ere I finde them , but such most That sweating in an honourable Toyle Are paide with yce to coole'em . Ar●…ite , T is not this I did begin to speake of : This is vertue Of no respect in Thebs I spake of Thebs ' How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours , It is for our r●…syding , where ev●…ry evill Hath a good cullor ; where eve'ry seeming good 's A certaine evill , where not to be ev●… Iumpe As they are , here were to be strangers , and Such things to be meete Monsters . Pal. T is in our power , ( Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's ) to Be Masters of our manners : what neede I Affect anothers gate , which is not catching Where there is faith , or to be fond upon Anothers way of speech , when by mine owne I may be reasonably conceiv'd ; sav'd too , Speaking it truly ; why am I bound By any generous bond to follow him Followes his Taylor , haply so long untill The follow'd , make pursuit ? or let me know , Why mine owne Barbe●… is unblest , with him My poore Chinne too , for t is not Cizard iust To such a Favorites glasse : What Cannon is there That does command my Rapier from my hip To dangle't in my hand , or to go tip toe Before the streete be foule ? Either I am The fore-horse in the Teame , or I am none That draw i' th sequent trace : these poore fleight sores , Neede not a plantin ; That which tips my bosome Almost to 'th heart's , Arcite .

Our Vncle Creon .

Pal. He , A most unbounded Tyrant , whose successes Makes heaven unfeard , and villany assured Beyond its power : there 's nothing , almost puts Faith in a feavour , and deifies alone Voluble chance , who onely attributes The faculties of other Instruments To his owne Ne●…ves and act ; Commands men service , And what they winne in 't , boot and glory on ; That feares not to do harm ; good , dares not ; Let The blood of mine that 's sibbe to him , be suckt From me with Leeches , Let them breake and fall Off me with that corruption . Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen Lets leave his Court , that we may nothing share , Of his lowd infamy : for our milke , Will relish of the pasture , and we must Be vile , or disobedient , not his kinesmen In blood , unlesse in quality . Pal. Nothing truer : I thinke the Ecchoes of his shames have dea'ft The eares of heav'nly Iustice : widdows cryes Descend againe into their throates ; and have not : Enter Valeri●…s . Due audie●…nce of the Gods : ●…alerius Ual. The King cals for you ; yet be leaden footed Till his great rage be off him . Phebus when He broke his whipflocke and exclaim dagainst The Horses of the Sun , but whisperd too The low denes●…e of his Fury . Pal. Small windes shake him , But what 's t●…e matter ? Val. Theseus ( who where he threates appals , ) hath sent Deadly defyance to him , and pronounces Ruine to Thebs , who is at hand to seale The promise of his wrath . Arc. Let him approach ; But that we feare the Gods in him , he brings not A jot of terrour to us ; Yet what man Thirds his owne worth ( the case is each of ours ) When that his actions dregd , with minde assurd T is ba●… he goes about . Pal. Leave that unreasond . Our ser●…ices stand now for Thebs , not Creon , Yet to be neutrall to him , were dishonour ; Rebellious to oppose : therefore we must With him stand to the mercy of our Fate , Who hath bounded our last minute . Arc. So we must ; I st sed this warres afoote ? or it shall be On faile of some condition . Val. T is in motion The intelligence of state came in the instant With the defier . Pal. Le ts to the king , who , were he A quarter carrier of that honour , which His Enemy come in , the blood we venture Should be as for our health , which were not spent , Rather laide out for purchase : but alas Our hands advanc'd before our hearts , what will The fall o' th stroke doe damage ? Arci. Let th' event , That never erring Arbitratour , tell us When we know all our selves , and let us follow The becking of our chance . Ex●…nnt .
Scaena 3. E●…ter Pirithous , Hipolita , Emilia . Pir.

No further .

Hip. Sir farewell ; repeat my wishes To our great Lord , of whose succes I dare not Make any timerous question , yet I wish him Exces , and overflow of power , and 't might be To dure ill-dealing fortune ; speede to him , Store never hurtes good Gouernours . Pir. Though I know His Ocean needes not my poore drops , yet they Must yeild their tribute there : My precious Maide , Those best affections , that the heavens infuse In their best temperd peices , keepe enthroand In your deare heart . Emil. Thanckes Sir ; Remember me To our all royall Brother , for whose speede The great 〈◊〉 I le so●…licite ; and Since in our terrene State petitions are not Without giftes understood : I le offer to her What I shall be advised she likes ; our hea●…ts Are in his Army in his Tent. Hip. In 's bosome : We have bin Soldiers , and wee cannot weepe When our Friends don their helmes , or put to sea , Or tell of Babe , broachd on the Launce , or wom●…n That have sod their Infants in ( and after eate them ) Tho brine , they wept at killing 'em ; Then if You stay to see of us such Spinesters , we Should hold you here for e ver . Pir. Peace be to you As I pursue this war , which shall be then Beyond further requiring . Exit Pir. Emil. How his longing Followes his Friend ; since his depart , his sportes Though craving seriousnes , and skill , past slightly His careles execution , where nor gaine Made him regard , or losse consider , but Playing ore busines in his hand , another Directing in his head , his minde , nurse equall To these so diffring Twyns ; have you observ'd him , Since our great Lord departed ? Hip. With much labour : And I did love him for t , they two have Cabind In many as dangerous , as poo●…e a Corner , Perill and want contending , they have skift Torrents whose roring tyranny and power I' th least of these was dreadfull , and they have Fought out together , where Deaths-selfe was lodgd , Yet fate hath brought them off : Their knot of love Tide , weau'd , intangled , with so true , so long , And with a finger of so deepe a cunning May be out worne , never undone , I thinke Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe Cleaving his conscience into twaine , and doing Each side like Iustice , which he loves best . Emil. Doubtlesse There is a best , and reason has no manners To say it is not you : I was acquainted Once with a time , when I enjoyd a Play-fellow ; You were at wars , when she the grave enrichd , Who made too proud the Bed , tooke leave o' th Moone ( which then lookt pale at parting ) when our count Was each a eleven . Hip.

T was Flauia .

Emil. Yes You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love ; Theirs has more ground , is more maturely seasons , More buckled with strong Iudgement . and their needes The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled rootes of love , but I And shee ( I sigh and spoke of ) were things innocent , Lou'd for we did , and like the Elements That know not what , nor why , yet doe effect Rare issues by their operance ; our soules Did so to one another ; what she lik'd , Was then of me approov'd , what not condemd No more arraignement , the flowre that I would pl●…cke And put betweene my breasts , oh ( then but beginning To swell about the blossome ) she would long Till shee had such another , and commit it To the like innocent Cradle , where Phenix like They dide in perfume : on my head no toy But was her patterne , her affections ( pretty Though happely , her careles , were , I followed For my most serious decking , had mine care Stolne some new aire , or at adventure humd on From misicall Coynadge , why it was a note Whereon her spirits would sojourne ( rather dwell on ) And sing it in her slumbers ; This reh●…tsall ( Which fury-innocent wots well ) comes in Like old importments baftard , h●…s this end , That the true love tweene Mayde , and mayde , may be More then in sex individuall . Hip. Y' are on t of breath And this high speeded-pace , is but to say That you shall never ( like the Maide Flavina ) Love any that 's calld Man. Emil.

I am sure I shall not .

Hip. Now alacke weake Sister , I must no more beleeve thee in this point ( Though , in 't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe , ) Then I will trust a sickely appetite , That loathés even as it longs , but sure my Sister If I were ripe for your perswasion , you Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme Of the all noble Theseus , for whose fortunes , I will now in , and kneele with great assurance , That we , more then his Pirotho●… , possesse The high throne in his heart . Emil. I am not against your faith , Yet I continew mine . Exeunt . Cornets .
Scaena 4. A Battaile strooke withi●… Then a Retrait : Florish. Then Enter Theseus ( victor ) the three 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him , and ●…all on their faces before him . 1. Qu.

To thee no starre be darke .

2. Qu. Both heaven and earth Friend thee for ever . 3. Qu. All the good that may Be wishd upon thy head , I cry Amen too 't . Thes. Th'imparciall Gods , who from the mounted heavens View us their mortall Heard , behold who erre , And in their time chastice : goe and finde out The bones of your dead Lords , and honour them With treble Ceremonie , rather then a gap Should be in their deere rights , we would suppl'it . But those we will depute , which shall invest You in your dignities , and even each thing Our hast does leave imperfect ; So adiew And heavens good eyes looke on you . what are those ? Exeunt 〈◊〉 . Herald . Men of great quality , as may be judgd By their appointment ; Some of Thebs have told's They are Sisters children , Nephewes to the King. Thes. by 'th Helme of Mars , I saw them in the war , Like to a paire of Lions , smeard with prey , Make lanes in troopes agast . I fixt my note Constantly on them ; for they were a marke Worth a god's view : what prisoner was 't that told me When I enquired their names ? Herald . We leave , they 'r called Arcite and Palamon , Thes. T is ●…ight , those , those They are not dead ? Her. Nor in a state of life , had they bin taken When their last hurts were given , t was possible They might have bin r●…covered ; Yet they breathe And haue the name of men . Thes. Then like men use 'em The very lees of such ( millions of rates ) Exceede the wine of others . all our Surgions Convent in their behoofe , our richest balmes Rather then niggard wast , their lives concerne us , Much more then Thebs is worth , rather then have 'em Fre●…d of this plight , and in their morning state ( Sound and at libcrty ) I would 'em dead , But forty thousand fold , we had rather have 'em Prisoners to us , then death ; Beare 'em speedily From ou●… kinde aire , to them unkinde , and minister What man ●…o man may doe for our sake more , Since I have knowne frights , fury , friends , beheastes , Loves , provocations , zeale , a mistris Taske , Desire of liberty , a feavour , madues , Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too Without some imposition , sicknes in will Or wrastling strength in reason , for our Love And great Appollos mercy , all our best , Their best skill tender . Leade into the Citty , Where having bound things scatterd , we will post Florish. To Athens for our Army . Exeunt . Musicke .
Scaena 5. Enter the Queenes with the Hearses of their Knightes , in a Funerall Solempuity , &c. Vrnes , and odours , bring away , Vapours , sighes , darken the day ; Our dole more deadly lookes than dying Balmes , and G●…mes , and heavy cheares , 〈◊〉 vials fill'd with teares , And clamers through the wild ayre flying . Come all sad , and solempne Showes , That are qui●…-eyd pleasures foes ; We convent nought else but woes . We convent , &c. 3. Qu. This funeral path , brings to your housholds grave : Ioy ceaze on you againe : peace sleepe with him . 2. Qu.

And this to yours .

1. Qu. Yours this way : Heavenslend A thousand differing waies , to one sure end . 3. Qu. This world 's a Citty full of straying Streetes , And Death 's the market place , where each one meetes . Exeunt severally .
Actus Secundus .
Scaena 1. Enter Iailor , and Wooer . Iailor . I may depart with little , while I live , some thing I May cast to you , not much : Alas the Prison I Keepe , though it be for great ones , yet they seldome Come ; Before one Salmon , you shall take a number Of Minnowes : I am given out to be better lyn'd Then it can appeare , to me report is a true Speaker : I would I were really , that I am Deliverd ●…o be : Marry , what I have ( be it what it will ) I will aflure upon my daughter at The day of my death . Wooer . Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer , And I will estate your Daughter in what I Have promised , Iailor . Wel , we will talke more of this , when the solemnity Is past ; But have you a full promise of her ? Enter Daughter . When that shall be seene , I tender my consent . Wooer .

I have Sir ; here shee comes .

Iailor . Your Friend and I have ch●…nced to name You here , upon the old busines : But no more of that . Now , so soone as the Court hurry is over , we will Have an end of it : I'●…h meane time looke tenderly To the two Prisoners . I can tell you they are princes . Daug. These strewings are for their Chamber ; t is pitty they Are in prison , and t wer pitty they should be out : I Doe thinke they have patience to make any adversity Asham'd ; the prison it selfe is proud of 'em ; and They have all the world in their Chamber . Iailor .

They are fa●…'d to be a paire of absolute men .

Dangh. By my troth , I think Fame but stammers 'em , they doers . Stand a greise above the reach of report . Iai.

I heard them reported in the Battaile , to be the only

Daugh. Nay most likely , for they are noble suffrers ; I Mervaile how they would have lookd had they beene Victors , that with such a constant Nobility , enforce A freedome out of Bondage , making misery their Mirth , and affliction , a toy to jest at . Iailor .

Doe they so ?

Daug. It seemes to me they have no more sence of their Captivity , then I of ruling Athens : they eate Well , looke merrily , discourse of many things , But nothing of their owne restraint , and disasters : Yet sometime a devided sigh , martyrd as t wer I' th deliverance , will breake from one of them . When the other presently gives it so sweete a rebuke , That I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid , Or at least a Sigher to be comforted . Wooer .

I never saw 'em .

Iailor . The Duke himselfe came privately in the night , Enter PAla●…on , and Arcite , above . And so did they , what the reason of it is , I Know not : Looke yonder they are ; that 's Arcite lookes out . Daugh. No Sir , no , that 's Palamon ; Arcite is the Lower of the twaine ; you may perceive a part Of him . Iai. Goe too , leave your pointing ; they would not Make us their object ; out of their sight . Daugh. It is a holliday to looke on them : Lord , the Diffrence of men . Exeunt ,
Scaena 2. Enter Palamon , and Arcite in prison . Pal.

How doe you Noble Cosen ?

Arcite .

How doe you Sir ?

Pal. Why strong inough to laugh at misery , And beare the chance of warre yet , we are prisoners I feare for ever Cosen . Arcite . I beleeve it , And to that destiny have patiently Laide up my houre to come . Pal. Oh Cosen Arcite , Where is Thebs now ? where is our noble Country ? Where are our friend●… , and kindreds ? never more Must we behold those comforts , never see The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour ( Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies ) Like tall Ships under saile : then start among'st 'em And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behinde us , Like lazy Clowdes , whilst Palamon and Arcite , Even in the wagging of a wanton leg Out-stript the peoples praises , won the Garlands , Ere they have time to wish 'em ours . O never Shall we two exercise , like Twyns of honour , Our Armes againe , and feele our fyry horses Like proud Seas under us , our good Swords , now ( Better the red-eyd god of war nev'r were ) Bravishd our sides , like age must run to rust , And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us , These hands shall never draw 'em out like lightning To blast whole Armies more . Arcite . No Palamon , Those hopes are Prisoners with us , here we are And here the graces of our youthes must wither Like a too-timely Spring ; here age must finde us , And which is heaviest ( Palamon ) unmarried , The sweete embraces of a loving wife Loden with kisses , armd with thousand Cupids Shall never claspe our neckes , no issue know us , No figures of our selves shall we ev'r see , To glad our age , and like young Eagles teach'em Boldly to gaze against bright armes , and say Remember what your fathers were , and conquer . The faire-eyd Maides , shall weepe our Bauishments , And in their Songs , curse ever-blinded fortune Till shee for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature ; This is all our world ; We shall know nothing here but one another , Heare nothing but the Clocke that tels our woes . The Vine shall grow , but we shall never see it : Sommer shall come , and with her all delights ; But dead-cold winter must inhabite here still . Pal. T is too true Arcite . To out Theban houndes , That shooke the aged Fo : rest with their ecchoes , No more now must we halloa , no more shake Our pointed Iavelyns , whilst the angry Swine Flyes like a parthian quiver from our rages , Strucke with our well-steeld Darts : All valiant uses , ( The soode , and nourishment of noble mindes , ) In us two here shall perish ; we shall die ( which is the curse of honour ) lastly , Children of greife , and Ignorance . Arc. Yet Cosen , Even from the bottom of these miseries From all that fortune can inflict upon us , I see two comforts rysing , two meere blessings , If the gods please , to hold here abrave patience , And the enjoying of our greefes together . Whilst Palamon is with me , let me perish If I thinke this our prison . Pala. Certeinly , T is a maine goodnes Cosen , that our fortunes Were twyn'd together ; t is most true , two sou●…es Put in two noble Bodies , let 'em suffer The gaule of hazard , so they grow together , Will never sincke , they must not , say they could , A willing man dies sleeping , and all 's done . Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place That all men hate so much ? Pal.

How gentle Cosen ?

Arc. Let 's thinke this prison , holy sanctuary , To keepe us from corruption of wors●… men , We are young and yet desire the waies of honour , That liberty and common Conversation The poyson of pure spirits ; might like women Wooe us to wander from . What worthy blessing Can be but our Imaginations May make it ours ? And heere being thus together , We are an endles mine to one another ; We are one anothers wife , ever begotting New birthes of love ; we are father , f●…ends , acquaintance , We are in one another , Families , I am your heire , and you are mine : This place Is our Inheritance : no hard Oppressour Dare take this from us ; here with a little patience We shall live long , and loving : No surfeits seeke us : The hand of war ●…urts none here , nor the Seas Swallow their youth : we●…e we at liberty , A wife might part us lawfully , or busines , Quarrels consume us , Envy of 〈◊〉 men Crave our acquaintance , I might s●…ken Cosen , Where you should never know it , and so perish Without your noble hand to close mine eies , Or pra●…rs to the gods ; a thousand chaunces Were we from hence , would seaver 〈◊〉 . Pal. You have made me ( I thanke you Cosen Arcit●… ) almost wanton With my Captivity : what a misery It is to live abroade ? and every where : T is like a Beast me thinkes : I finde the Court here , I am sure a more content , and all those pleasures That wooe the wils of men to vanity , I see through now , and am sufficient To tell the world , t is but a gaudy shaddow , That old Time , as he passes by takes with him , What had we bin old in the Court of Creon , Where sin is Iustice , lust , and ignorance , The vertues of the great ones : Cosen Arcite , Had not the loving gods found this place for us We had died as they doe , ill old men , unwept , And had their Epitaphes , the peoples Curses , Shall I say more ? Arc.

I would heare you still .

Ral. Ye shall . Is there record of any two that lov'd Better then we doe Arcite ? Arc.

Sure there cannot .

Pal. I doe not thinke it possible our friendship Should ever leave us . Arc. Till our deathes it cannot Enter Emilia and her woman . And after death our spirits shall be led To those that love eternally . Speake on Sir. This garden has a world of pleasures in 't . Emil.

What Flowre is this ?

Wom.

T is calld Narcissus Madam .

Emil. That was a faire Boy certaine , but a foole , To love himselfe , were there not maides enough ? Arc.

Pray forward .

Pal.

Yes .

Emil.

Or were they all hard hearted ?

Wom.

They could not be to one so faire .

Emil.

Thou wouldst not .

Wom.

I thinke I should not , Madam .

Emil. That 's a good wench : But take heede to your kindnes though . Wom.

Why Madam ?

Emil.

Men are mad things .

Arcite .

Will ye goe forward Cosen ?

Emil.

Canst not thou work : such flowers in silke wench ?

Wom.

Yes .

Emil. ●…e have a gowne full of 'em and of these , This is a pretty colour , wilt not doe Rarely upon a Skirt wench ? Wom.

Deinty Madam .

Arc.

Gosen , Cosen , how doe you Sir ? Why Palamon ?

Pal.

Never till now I was in prison Arcite .

Arc.

Why what 's the matter Man ?

Pal. Behold , and wonder . By heaven shee is a Goddesse . Arcite .

Ha.

Pal. Doe reverence . She is a Goddesse Arcite . Emil. Of all Flowres . Me thinkes a Rose is best . Wom.

Why gentle Madam ?

Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide . For when the west wind courts her gently How modestly she blowes , and paints the Sun , With her chaste blushes ? When the North comes neere her , Rude and impatient , then , like Chastity Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe , And leaves him to base briers . Wom. Yet good Madam , Sometimes her modesty will blow so far She fals for 't : a Mayde If shee have any honour , would be loth To take example by her . Emil.

Thou art wanton .

Arc.

She is wondrous faire .

Pal.

She is all the beauty extant .

Emil. The Sun grows high , le ts walk in , keep these flowers , Wee le see how neere Art can come neere their colours ; I am wondrous merry hearted , I could laugh now . Wom.

I could lie downe I am sure .

Emil.

And take one with you ?

Wom.

That 's as we bargaine Madam ,

Emil.

Well , agree then .

Exeunt Emilia and woman . Pal.

What thinke you of this beauty ?

Arc.

T is a rare one .

Pal.

Is 't but a rare one ?

Arc.

Yes a matchles beauty .

Pal.

Might not a man well lose himselfe and love her ?

Arc. I cannot tell what you have done , I have , Beshrew mine eyes for 't , now I feele my Shackles . Pal.

You love her then ?

Arc.

Who would not ?

Pal.

And desire her ?

Arc.

Be fore my liberty .

Pal.

I saw her first .

Arc.

That 's nothing

Pal.

But it shall be .

Arc.

I saw her too .

Pal.

Yes , but you must not love her .

Arc. I will not as you doe ; to worship her ; As she is heavenly , and a blessed Goddes ; ( I love her as a woman , to enjoy her ) So both may love . Pal.

You shall not love at all .

Arc. Not love at all . Who shall deny me ? Pal. I that first saw her ; I that tooke possession First with mine eye of all those beauties In her reveald to mankinde : if thou lou'st her . Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes , Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow False as thy Title to her : friendship , blood And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime If thou once thinke upon her . Arc , Yes I love her , And if the lives of all my name lay on it , I must doe so , I love her with my soule , If that will lose ye , faŕewell Palamon , I say againe , I love , and in loving her maintaine I am as worthy , and as free a lover And have as just a title to her beauty As any Palamon or any living That is a mans Sonne . Pal.

Have I cald thee friend ?

Arc. Yes , and have found me so ; why are you mov'd thus ? Let me deale coldly with you , am not I Part of you blood , part of your soule ? you have told me That I was Palamon , and you were Arcite . Pal.

Yes .

Arc. Am not I liable to those affections , Those joyes , greifes , angers , feares , my friend shall suffer ? Pal.

Ye may be .

Arc. Why then would you deale so cunningly , So strangely , so vnlike a noble kinesman To love alone ? speake truely , doe you thinke me Vnworthy of her sight ? Pal. No , but unjust , If thou pursue that sight . Arc. Because an other First sees the Enemy , shall I stand still And let mine honour downe , and never charge ? Pal.

Yes , if he be but one .

Arc. But say that one Had rather combat me ? Pal. Let that one say so , And use thy freedome : els if thou pursuest her , Be as that cursed man that hates his Country , A branded villaine . Arc.

You are mad .

Pal. I must be . Till thou art worthy , Arcite , it concernes me , And in this madnes , if I hazard thee And take thy life , I dcale but truely . Arc. Fie Sir. You play the Childe extreamely : I will love her , I must , I ought to doe so , and I dare , And al , this justly . Pal. O that now , that now Thy false-sel●…e and thy friend , had but this fortune To be one howre at liberty , and graspe Our good Swords in our hands , I would quickly teach thee What tw'er to filch affection from another : Thou a●… baser in it then a Cutpurse ; Put but thy hea●… out of this window more , And as I have a soule , I le naile thy life too 't . Arc. I hou dar'st not foole , thou canst not , thou art feeble . Pu●… my head out ? I le throw my Body out , And leape the garden , when I see her next Enter Keeper . And pitch between her armes to anger thee . Pal. No more ; the keeper's comming ; I shall live To k●…cke thy braines out with my Shackles . Arc.

Doe .

Keeper .

By your leave Gentlemen :

Pala.

Now honest keeper ?

Keeper . Lord Arcite , you must presently to 'th Duke ; The caus●… I know not yet . Arc.

I am ready keeper .

Keeper , Prince Palamon , I must awhile bereave you Of your faire Cosens Company . Exeunt Arcite , and Keeper . Pal. And me too , Even when you please of life ; why is he sent for ? It may be he shall marry her , he 's goodly . And like enough the Duke hath taken notice Both of his blood and body : But his falsehood , Why should a friend be treacherous ? If that Get him a wife so noble , and so faire ; Let honest men ne're love againe . Once more I would but see this faire One : Blessed Garden , And fruite , and flowers more blessed that still blossom As her brigh●… eies shine on ye . would I were For all the fortune of my life hereafter Yon little Tree , yon blooming Apricocke ; How I would spread , and fling my wanton armes In at her window ; I would bring her fruite Fit for the Gods to feed on : youth and pleasure Still as she tasted should be do●…bled on her , And if she be not heavenly I would make her So neere the Gods in nature , they should feare her . Enter Keeper . And then I am sure she would love me : how now keeper Wher 's Arcite , Keeper , Banishd : Prince Piritbous Obtained his liberty ; but never more Vpon his oth and life must he set foote Vpon this Kingdome . Pal. Hee s a blessed man , He shall see Thebs againe , and call to Armes The bold yong men , that when he bids 'em charge , Fall on like fire : Arcit●… shall have a Fortune , If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover , Yet in the Feild to strike a bat●…le for her ; And if he lose her then , he 's a cold Coward ; How brav●…ly may he beare himselfe to win her If he be noble Arcite ; thousand waies . Were I at liberty , I would doe things Of such a vertuous greatnes , that this Lady , This blushing virgine should take manhood to her And seeke to ravish me . Keeper , My Lord for you I have this charge too . Pal.

To discharge my life .

Keep. No , but from this place to remo●…ve your Lordship , The window●… are too open . Fal. Devils take 'em That are so envious to me ; pre'thee kill me . Keep.

And hang for 't afterward .

Pal. By this good light Had I a sword I would kill thee . Keep ,

Why my Lord ?

Pal. Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually Thou art not worthy lif●… ; I will not goe . Keep.

Indeede yon must my Lord.

Pal.

May I see the garden ?

Keep.

Noe.

Pal.

Then I am resolud , I will not goe .

Keep I must constraine you then ; and for you are dangerous I le clap more yrons on you . Pal. Doe good keeper . I le shake'em so , ye shall not sl●…epe , I le make ye a new Morri●…e , must I goe ? Keep.

There is no remedy .

Pal. Fare well kinde window . May rude winde never hurt thee . O my Lady If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was , Dreame how I suffer . Come ; now bury me . Exeunt Palamon , and Keeper .
Scaena 3. Enter Arcite . Arcite . Banishd the kingdome ? t is a benefit , A mercy I must thanke 'em for , but banishd The free enjoying of that face I die for , Oh twasa stud died punishment , a death Beyond Imagination : Such a vengeance That were I old and wicked , all my sins Could never pluck●… upon me . Palamon ; Thou ha'st the Start now , thou shalt stay and see Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window , And let in life into thee ; thou shalt feede Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty , That nature nev'r exceeded , nor nev'r shall : Good gods ? what happines has Palamon ? Twenty to one , hee 'le come to speake to her , And if she be as gentle , as she 's faire , I know she 's his , he has a Tongue will tame Tempe sts , and make the wild Rockes wanton . Come what can come ' The worst is death ; I will not leave the Kingdome , I know mine owne , is but a heape of ruins , And no redresse there , if I goe , he has her . I am resolu'd an other shape shall make me , Or end my fortunes . Either way , I am happy : I le see her , and be neere her , or no more . Enter . 4. Country people , & one with a garland before them . 1 ,

My Masters , I le be there that 's certaine .

2.

And I le be there .

3.

And 〈◊〉 .

4. Why then have with ye Boyes ; T is but a chi●…ing , Let the plough play to day , I le tick'lt out Of the lades tailes to morrow . 1. I am sure To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey : But that 's all one , I le goe through , let her mumble . 2. Clap her aboard to morrow night , and stoa her , And all 's made up againe . 3. I , doe but put a feskue in her fist , and you shall see her Take a new lesson out , and be a good wench . Doe we all hold , against the Maying ? 4.

Hold ? what should aile us ?

3.

Arcas will be there .

2. And Sennois . And Rycas , and 3. better lads nev'r dancd under green Tree , And yet know what wenches : ha ? But will the dainty Domine , the Schoolemaster keep touch Doe you thinke : for he do's all ye know . 3.

Hee 'l eate a hornebooke ere he faile : goe too , the matter 's too farre driven betweene him , and the Tanners daughter , to let slip now , and she must see the Duke , and she must da●…nce too .

4.

Shall we be lusty .

2.

All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i' th b●…ch on 's , and heere I le be and there I le be , for our Towne , and here againe , and there againe : ha , Boyes , heigh for the weavers .

1.

This must be done i' th woods .

4.

O pardon me .

2.

By any meanes our thing of learning sees so : where he himselfe will 〈◊〉 the Duke most pa●…ously in our behalfes : hee s excellent i' th woods , bring him to 'th plaines , his learning makes no cry :

3.

Wee le see the sports , then every man to 's Tackle : and Sweete Companions le ts rehearse by any meanes before The Ladies s●…e us , and doe sweetly , and God knows what May come on 't .

4.

Content ; the sports once ended , wee 'l performe . Away Boyes and hold .

Arc.

By your leaves honest friends : pray you whither go●… you .

4.

Whither ? why , what a question 's that ?

Arc.

Yes , t is a question , to me that know not .

3.

To the Games my Friend .

2.

Where were you bred you know it not ?

Arc. Not farie Sir , Are there such Gam●…s to day ? 1. Yes marry are there : And s●…ch as you neuer saw ; The Duke himselfe Will be in person there . Arc.

What pastimes are they ?

2 ,

Wrastling , and Running ; T is a pretty Fellow .

3.

Thou wilt not goe along .

Arc.

Not yet Sir.

4. Well Sir Take your owne time , come Boyes 1. My 〈◊〉 misgives me This fellow has a veng'ance tricke o' th hip , Marke how his Bodi's n●…de for 't 2. I le be hangd though If he dare venture , hang him plumb porredge , He wrastle ? he rost eggs . Co●… le ts be gon Lads . 〈◊〉 : 4. Arc. This is an offerd oportunity I durst not wish for . Well , I could have wrestled , The best men calld it excellent , and run Swifter , then winde upon a feild of Corne ( Curling the wealthy eares ) never flew : Il●… venture , And in some poore disgu●…ze be there , who knowes Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands ? And happines preferre me to a place , Where I may ever dwell in sight of her . Exit Arcire ,
Scaena 4. Enter Iailors Daughter alone . Daugh. Why should I love this Gentleman ? T is odds He never will aff●…ct me ; I am base , My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison , And he a prince ; To marry him is hopelesse ; To be his whore , is witles ; Out upon 't ; What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteene once has found us ? First I saw him , I ( seeing ) thought he was a goodly man ; He has as much to please a woman in him , ( If he please to bestow it so ) as ever These eyes yet lookt on ; Next , I pittled him , And so would any young wench 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That ever dream'd , or vow'd her Maydenhead To a yong hansom Man ; Then I lov'd him , ( Extreame●…y lov'd him ) infinitely lov'd him ; And yet he had a Cosen , faire as he too . But in my heart was Palamon , and there Lord , what a coyle he keepes ? To heare him Sing in an evening , what a heaven it is ? And yet his Songs are sad-ones ; Fairer spoken , Was never Gentleman . When I come in To bring him water in a morning , first He bowes his noble body , then salutes me , thus : Faire , gentle May de , good morrow , may thy goodnes , Get thee a happy husband ; Once he kist me , I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after , Would he would doe so ev'ry day ; He greives much , And me as much to see his misery . What should I doe , to make him know I love him , For I would faine enjoy him ? Say I ventur'd To set him free ? what saies the law then ? Thus much For Law , or kindred : I will doe it , And this night , or to morrow he shall love me . Exit .
Scaena 4. Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Pirithous , Emilia : Arcite with a Garland , &c. Thes. You have done worthily : I have not seene Since Hercules , a man of tougher synewes ; What ere you are , you run the best , and wrastle , That these times can allow . Arcite .

I am proud to please you .

Thes.

What Countrie bred you ?

Arcite .

This ; but far off , Prince .

Thes.

Are you a Gentleman ?

Arcite . My father said so ; And to those gentle uses gave me life . Thes.

Are you his heire ?

Arcite .

His yongest Sir.

Thes. Your Father Sure is a happy Sire then : what prooves you ? Arcite . A little of all noble Quallities : I could have kept a Hawke , and well have holloa'd To a deepe crie of Dogges ; I dare not praise My feat in horsemanship : yet they that knew me Would say it was my best peece : last , and greatest , I would be thought a Souldier . Thes.

You are perfect .

Pirith.

Vpon my soule , a proper man.

Emilia .

He is so .

Per.

How doe you like him Ladie ?

Hip. I admire him , I have not seene so yong a man , so noble ( If he say true , ) of his sort . Emil. Beleeve , His mother was a wondrous handsome woman , His face me thinkes , goes that way . Hyp. But his Body And firie minde , illustrate a brave Father . Per. Marke how his vertue , like a hidden Sun Breakes through his baser garments . Hyp.

Hee 's well got sure .

Thes.

What made you seeke this place Sir ?

Arc. Noble Theseus . To purchase name , and doe my ablest service To such a well-found wonder , as thy worth , Fo onely in thy Court , of all the world dwells faire-eyd honor . Per.

All his words are worthy .

Thes. Sir , we are much endebted to your travell , Nor shall you loose your wish : Perithous Dispose of this faire Gentleman . Perith. Thankes Theseus . What ere you are y' ar mine , and I shall give you To a most noble service , to this Lady , This bright yong Virgin ; pray observe her goodnesse ; You have honourd hir faire birth-day , with your vertues , And as your due y' ar hirs : kisse her faire hand Sir. Arc. Sir , y' ar a noble Giver : dearest Bewtie , Thus let me seale my vowd faith : when your Servant ( Your most unworthie Creature ) but offends you , Command him die , he shall . Emil. That were too cruell . If you deserve well Sir ; I shall soone see 't : Y' ar mine , and somewhat better than your rancke I le use you . Per. I le see you furnish'd , and because you say You are a horseman , I must needs intreat you This after noone to ride , but t is a rough one . Arc. I like him better ( Prince ) I shall not then Freeze in my Saddle . Thes. Sweet , you must be readie , And you Emilia , and you ( Friend ) and all To morrow by the Sun , to doe observance To flowry May , in Dians wood : waite well Sir Vpon your Mistris : Emely , I hope He shall not goe a foote . Emil. That were a shame Sir , While I have horses : take your choice , and what You want at any time , let me but know it ; If you serve faithfully , I dare assure you You 'l finde a loving Mi●…ris . Are. If I doe not , Let me finde that my Father ever hated , 〈◊〉 , and blowes . Thes. Go leade the way ; you have won it : It shall be so ; you shall receave all dues Fit for the honour you have won ; T wer wrong else , Sister , beshrew my heart , you have a Servant , That if I were a woman , would be Master , But you are wise . Florish. Emil.

I hope too wise for that Sir.

Exeunt omnes .
Scaena 6. Enter Iaylors Daughter alone . Daughter . Let all the Dukes , and all the divells rore , He is at liberty : I have venturd for him , And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence , I have sent him , where a Cedar Higher than all the rest , spreads like a plane Fast by a Brooke , and there he shall keepe close , Till I provide him Fyles , and foode , for yet His yron bracel●…ts are not off . O Love What a stout hearted child thou art ! My Father Durst better have indur'd cold yron , than done it : I love him , beyond love , and beyond reason , Or wit , or safetie : I have made him know it I care not , I am desperate , If the law Finde me , and then condemne me for 't ; some wenches , Some honest harted Maides , will sing my Dirge . And tell to memory , my death was noble , Dying almost a Martyr : That way he takes , I purpose is my way too : Sure he cannot Be so unmanly , as to leave me here , If he doe , Maides will not so easily Trust men againe : And yet he has not thank'd m●… For what I have done : no not so much as kist me , And that ( me thinkes ) is not so well ; not scarcely Could I perswade him to become a Freeman , He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me , and to my Father . Yet I hope When he considers more , this love of mine Will take more root within him : Let him doe What he will with me , so he use me kindly , For use me so he shall , or I le proclaime him And to his face , no-man : I le presently Provide him necessaries , and packe my cloathes up , And where there is a path of ground I le venture So h●… be with me ; By him , like a shadow I le ever dwell ; 〈◊〉 bin thi●… houre the whoobub Will be all ore the prison : I am then Kissing the man they looke for : farewell Father ; Get many more such prisoners , and such daughters , And shortly you may keepe your selfe . No●… to him :
Actus Tertius .
Scaena 1. Enter Arcite alone . Arcite . The Duke has lost Hypolita ; each tooke A severall land . This is a solemne Right They owe bloomd May , and the Athenians pay it To 'th heart of Ceremony : O Queene Emilia Fresher then May , sweeter Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes , or all Th'en amelld knackes o' th Meade , or garden , yea ( We challenge too ) the bancke of any Nymph That makes the streame seeme flowers ; thou o Iewell O' th wood , o' th world , hast likewise blest a pace With thy sole presence , in thy rumination That I poore man might eftsoones come betweene And chop on some cold thought , thrice blessed chance To drop on such a Mistris , expectation most giltlesse on 't : tell 〈◊〉 O Lady Fortune ( Next after Emely●…y ●…y Sove●…gne ) how far I may be prowd . She takes strong note of me , Hath made me neere her ; and this benteous Morne ( The prim'st of all the yeare ) presents me with A brace of horses , two such Steeds might well Be by a paire of Kings backt , in a Field That their crownes titles tride : Alas , alas Poore Cosen Palamon , poore prisoner , thou So lit●…le dream'st upon my fortune , that Thou thinkst thy selfe , the happier thing , to be So neare Emilia , me thou deem'st at Thebs , And therein wretched , although free ; But if Thou knew'st my Mistris breathd on me , and that I ear'd her language , livde in her eye ; O Coz What passion would enclose thee . Enter Palamon as out of a Bush , with his Shackles : bonds his fist at Arcite . Palamon . Traytor kinseman , Thou shouldst perceive my passion , if these signel Of prisonment were off me , and this hand But owner of a Sword : By all othes in one I , and the iustice of my love would make thee A conf●… Traytor , o thou most persidious That ever gently lookd the voydes of honour . That eu'r bore gentle Token ; falsest Cosen That ever blood made kin , call'st thou hir thine ? I le prove it in my Shackles , with these hands , Void of appointment , that thouly'st , and art A very theefe in love , a Ch●…y Lord Nor worth the name of villaine : had I a Sword And these house clogges away . Arc.

Deere Cosin Palamon ,

Pal. Cosoner Arcite , give me language , such As thou hast shewd me feate . Arc. Not ●…ding in The circuit of my breast , any grosse stuffe To forme me like your blazon , holds me to This gentlenesse of answer ; t is your passion That thus mistakes , the which to you being enemy , Cannot to me be kind : honor , and honestie I cherish , and depend on , how so ev'r You skip them in me , and with them faire Coz I le maintaine my proceedings ; pray be pleas'd To shew in generous termes , your griefes , since that Your question 's with your equall , who professes To cleare his owne way , with the minde and Sword Of a true Gentleman . Pal.

That thou durst Arcite .

Arc. My Coz , my Coz , you have beene well advertis'd How much I dare , y 'ave seene me use my Sword Against th' advice of feare : sure of another You would not heare me doubted , but your silence Should breake out , though i' th Sanctuary . Pal. Sir , I have seene you move in such a place , which well Might justifie your manhood , you were calld A good knight and a bold ; But the whole weeke's not faire If any day it rayne : Their valiant temper Men loose when they encline to trecherie , And then they fight like compelld Beares , would fly Were they not tyde . Arc. Kinsman , you might as well Speake this , and act it in your Glasse , as to His care , which now disdaines you . Pal. Come up to me , Q●…it me of these cold Gyves , give me a Sword Though it be rustie , and the charity Of one meale lend me ; Come before me then A good Sword in thy hand , and doe but say That Emily is thine , I will forgive The trespasse thou hast done me , yea my life If then thou carry●… , and brave soules in shades That have dyde manly , which will seeke of me Some newes from earth , they shall get none but this That thou art brave , and noble . Arc. Be content , Againe betake you to your hawthorne house , With counsaile of the night , I will be here With wholesome viands ; these impediments Will I file off , you shall have gannents , and Perfumes to kill the ●…nell o' th prison , after When you shall stretch your selfe , and say but Arcite I am in plight , there shall be at your choyce Both Sword , and Armour . Pal. Oh you heavens , dares any So noble beare a guilty busines ! none But onely Arcite , therefore none but Arcite In this kinde is so bold . Arc.

Sweete Palamon .

Pal. I doe embràce you , and your offer , for Your offer doo 't I onely , Sir your person Without hipocrisy I may not wish Winde hornes of Cornets . More then my Swords edge on t . Arc. You heare the Hornes ; Enter your Musicke least this match between 's Be crost , er met , give me your hand , farewell . I le bring you every needfull thing : I pray you Take comfort and be strong . Pal. Pray hol●… your promise ; And doe the deede with a bent brow , most creaine You love me not , be rough with me , and powre This oile out of your language ; by this ayre I could for each word , give a Cuffe : my stomach not reconcild by reason , Arc. Plainely spoken , Yet pardon me hard language , when I spur Winde hornes . My horse , I chide him nor ; content , and anger In me have but one face . Harke Sir , they call The scatterd to the Banket ; you must guesse I have an office there . Pal. Sir your attendance Cannot please heaven , and I know your office Vnjustly is atcheev'd . Arc. If a good title , I am perswaded this question sicke between 's , By bleeding must be cur'd . I am a Suitour , That to your Sword you will be queath this plea , And talke of it no more . Pal. But this one word : You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris , For note you , mine she is . Arc ,

Nay then .

Pal. Nay pray you , You talke of feeding me to breed me strength You are going now to looke upon a Sun That strengthens what it lookes on , there You have a vantage ore me , but enjoy 't till I may enforce my remedy . Farewell . Exe●…nt .
Scaena 2. Enter Iaylors daughter alone . Daugh. He h●…s mistooke ; the Beake I meant , is gone After his fancy , T is now welnigh morning , No matter , would it were perpetuall night , And darkenes Lord o' th world , Harke t is a woolfe : In me hath greife slaine feare , and but for one thing I care for nothing , and that 's Palamon . I wreake not if the wolves would jaw me , so He had this File ; what if I hallowd for him ? I cannot hallow : ifI whoop'd ; what then ? If he not answeard , I should call a wolfe , And doe him but that service . I have heard Strange howles this live-long night , why may 't not be They have made prey of him ? he has no weapons , He cannot run , the Iengling of his Gives Might call fell things to listen , who have in them A sence to know a man unarmd , and can Smell where resistance is . I le set it downe He 's torne to peeces , they howld many together And then they feed on him : So much for that , Be bold to ring the Bell ; how stand I then ? All 's char'd when he is gone , No , no Ilye , My Father 's to be hang'd for his escape , My selfe to beg , if I prizd life so much As to deny my act , but that I would not , Should I try death by dussons : I am mop't , Food tooke I none these two daies . Sipt some water . I have not closd mine eyes Save when my lids scowrd off their bine ; alas Dissolue my life , Let not my sence unsettle Least I should drowne , or stab , or hang my selfe , O state of Nature , faile together in me , Since thy best props are warpt : So which way now ? The best way is , the next way to a grave : Each errant step beside is torment . Loe The Moone is down , the Cryckets chirpe , the Schreichowl Calls in the dawne ; all offices are done Save what I faile in : But the point is this An end , and that is all . Exit .
Scaena 3. Enter Arcite , with Meat●… , Wine , and Files . Arc.

I should be neere the place , hoa . Cosen Palamon .

Enter Palamon . Pal.

Arcite .

Arc. The same : I have brought you foode and files , Come forth and feare not , her'e sno Theseus . Pal.

Nor none so honest Arcite .

Arc. That 's no matter , Wee 'l argue that hereafter : Come take courage , You shall not dye thus beastly , here Sir drinke I know you are faint , then I le talke further with you . Pal.

Arcite , thou mightst now poyson me .

Arc. I might . But I must feare you first : Sit downe , and good now No more of these vaine parlies ; let us not Having our ancient reputation with us Make talke for Fooles , and Cowards , To your health , &c. Pal.

Doe .

Arc. Pray sit downe then , and let me entreate you By all the honesty and honour in you , No mention of this woman , t' will di●…urbe us , We shall have time enough . Pal.

Well Sir , I le pledge you .

Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught , it breeds good blood man. Doe not you feele it thaw you ? Pal.

Stay , 〈◊〉 t●…ll you after a draught or two more .

Arc.

Spare it not , the Duke has more Cuz : Eate now .

Pal.

Yes .

Arc.

I am glad you have so good a stomach .

Pal.

I am gladder I have so good meate too 't .

Arc.

Is 't not mad lodging here in the wild woods Cosen

Pal.

Yes , for then that have wilde Consciences .

Arc.

How tasts your vittails ? your hunger needs no sawce I see ,

Pal. Not much . But if it did , yours is too 〈◊〉 : sweete Cosen : what is this ? Arc.

Venison .

Pal. T is a lusty meate : Giue me more wine ; here Arcite to the wenches We have known in our daies . The Lord Stewards daughter . Doe you remember her ? Arc.

After you Cuz .

Pal.

She lov'd a black-haird man.

Arc.

She did so ; well Sir.

Pal.

And I have heard some call him Arcite . and

Arc.

Out with 't faith .

Pal. She met him in an Arbour : What did she there Cuz ? play o' th virginals ? Arc.

Something she did Sir.

Pal.

Made her groane a moneth for 't ; or 2. or 3. or 10.

Arc. The Marshals Sister , Had her share too , as I remember Cofen , Else there be tales abroade , you 'l pledge her ? Pal.

Yes .

Arc. A pre●…ty broune wench t'is-There was a time When yong men went a hunting , and a wood , And a broade Beech : and thereby hangs a tale : heigh ho. Pal. For Emily , upon my life ; Foole Away with this straind mirth ; I say againe That sigh was breathd for Emily ; base Cosen , Dar'st thou breake first ? Arc.

you are wide .

Pal.

By heaven and earth , ther 's nothing in thee honest .

Arc ,

Then I le leave you : you are a Beast now :

Pal.

As thou makst me , Traytour .

Arc. Ther 's all things needfull , files and shirts , and , perfumes : I le come againe some two howres hence , and bring That that shall quiet all , Pal.

A Sword and Armour .

Arc. Feare me not ; you are now too fowle ; fare well . Cet off your Trinkets , you shall want nought ; Pal.

Sir ha :

Arc.

I le heare no more .

Exit . Pal.

If he keepe touch , he dies for 't .

Exit .
Scaena 4. Enter Iaylors daughter . Daugh. I am very cold , and all the Stars are out too , The little Stars , and all , that looke like aglets : The Sun has seene my Folly : Palam●…n ; Alas no ; hee s i●… heaven ; where am I now ? Yonder 's the sea , and ther 's a Ship ; how 't tumbles And ther 's a Rocke lies watching under water ; Now , now , it beates upon it ; now , now , now , Ther 's a leak sprung , a sound one , how they cry ? Vpon her before the winde , you 'l loose all els : Vp with a course or two , and take about Boyes . Good night , good night , y' ar gon●… ; I am very hungry , Would I could finde a fine 〈◊〉 would tell me 〈◊〉 from all parts o' th world , then would I make A Carecke of a Cockle shell , and sayle By east and North East to the King of Pigmes , For he tels fortunes rarely . Now my Father Twenty to one is trust up in a trice To morrow morning , I le say never a word . For I le cut my 〈◊〉 coat , 〈◊〉 above my knee , And I le clip my yellow lockes ; an inch below mine eie . hey , nonny , nonny , nonny , He 's buy me a white Cut , forth for to ride And I le goe seeke him , throw the world that is so wide hey nonny , nonny , nonny . O for a pricke now like a Nightingale , to put my breast Against . I shall sleepe like a Top else . Exit .
Scaena 6. Enter a Schoole master . 4. Countrymen : and Baum 2. or 3. w●…ches , with a Taborer . Sch.

Fy , fy , what tediosity , & disensanity is here among ye ? have my Rudiments bin bi●…abourd so long with ye ? milkd unto ye , and by a figure even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding laid upon ye ? and do you still cry where , and how , & wherfore ? you most course freeze capacities , ye jave Iudgements , have I saide thus let be , and there let be , and then let be , and no man understand mee , proh 〈◊〉 , medius 〈◊〉 , ye are all dunces : For why here stand I. Here the Duke comes , there are you close in the Thicket ; the Duke appeares , I meete him and unto him I utter learned things , and many figures , he heares , and nods , and hums , and then cries rare , and I goe forward , at length I fling my Cap up ; marke there ; then do you as once did M●…ager , and the Bore break comly out before him : like true lovers , cast your selves in a Body decently , and sweetly , by a figure trace , and turne Boyes .

1.

And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold .

2.

Draw up the Company , Where 's the Taborour .

3.

Why Timothy .

Tab.

Here my mad boyes , have at ye .

Sch.

But I say where 's their women ?

4.

Here 's Friz and Maudline .

2.

And little Luce with the white legs , and bouncing 〈◊〉 .

1.

And freekeled Nel ; that never faild her Master .

Sch. Wher be your Ribands maid●… ? swym with your Bodies And carry it sweetly , and deliverly And now and then a fauour , and a frisko . Nel.

Let us alone Sir.

Sch.

Wher 's the rest o' th Musicke .

3.

Dispersd as you commanded .

Sch. Couple then And see what 's wanting ; wher 's the Bavian ? My friend , carry your taile without offence ●…r scandall to the Ladies ; and be sure 〈◊〉 tumble with audacity , and manhood , And when you barke doe it with judgement . Bau.

Yes Sir.

Sch.

Quo usque tandem . Here is a woman wanting

4.

We may goe whistle : all the fat 's i' th fi●…e .

Sch. We have , As learned Authours utter , washd a Tile , We have beene fatu●… , and laboured vainely . 2. This is that scornefull peece , that 〈◊〉 vy hilding That gave her promise faithfully , she would be here , Cice y the Sempsters daughter : The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin ; Nay and she faile me once , you can tell Arcas She swore by wine , and bread , she would not breake . Sch. An Eele and woman , A learned Poet sayes : unles by 'th taile And with thy teeth thou hold , will either faile , In manners this was false position 1.

A fire ill take her ; do's she flinch now ?

3. What Shall we determine Sir ? Sch. Nothing , Our busines is become a nullity Yea , and a woefull , and a pittious nullity . 4. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it , Now to be frampall , now to pisse o' th nettle , Goe thy waies , I le remember thee , I le fit thee , Enter Iaylors daughter . The George alow , came from the South , from The coast of Barbary a. And there he met with brave gallants of war By one , by two , by three , a Well haild well haild , you jolly gallants , And whither now are you bound a O let me have your company till come to the sound a There was three fooles , fell out about an howles The one sed it was an owle The other he sed nay , The third he sedit was a hawke , and her bels wer cut away . 3.

Ther 's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i' th Nick as mad as a march hare : if wee can get her daunce , wee are made againe : I warrant her , shee 'l doe the rarest gambols .

1.

A mad woman ? we are made Boyes .

Sch.

And are you mad good woman ?

Daugh. I would be sorry else , Give me your hand . Sch.

Why ?

Daugh. I can tell your fortune . You are a foole : rell ten , I have pozd him : Buz Friend you must eate no white bread , if you doe Your teeth will bleede extreamely , shall we dance ho ? I know you , y'a●… a Tinker : Sirha Tinker Stop no more holes , but what you should . Sch.

Dij boni . A Tinker Damzell ?

Daug ,

Or a Conjurer : raise me a devill now , and let him play

Quipassa ,

o' th bels and bones .

Sch , Goe take her , and fluently perswade her to a peace : Et opus exegi , quod nec 〈◊〉 ira , 〈◊〉 ignis . Strike up , and leade her in . 2 ,

Come Lasle , le ts trip it .

Daugh.

I le leade :

( Winde 〈◊〉 : 3.

Doe , doe .

Sch. Perswasively , and cunningly : away boyes , Ex. all but Schoolemaster . I heare the hornes : give me some Meditation , and marke your Cuo : Pallas inspire me . Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite : and traine . Thes.

This way the Stag tooke .

Sch.

Stay , and edisie .

Thes.

What have we here ?

Per.

Some Countrey sport , upon my life Sir.

Per. Well Sir , goe forward , we will 〈◊〉 . Ladies sit downe , wee 'l 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Sch.

Thou doughtie Duke all haile : ●…ll haile sweet Ladies .

Thes.

This is a cold beginning .

Sch. If you but favour ; our Country pastime made is , We are a few of those collected here That ruder Tongues distinguish villager , And to say veritie , and not to fable ; We are a merry rout , or else a rable Or company , or by a figure , Choris That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris . And I that am the rectifier of all By title Pedagogus , that let fall The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones , And humble with a 〈◊〉 the tall ones , Doe here present this Machine , or this fra●…e , And daintie Duke , whose doughtie dis●…all fame From Dis to Dedal●… , from post to pillar Is blowne abroad ; helpe me thy poore well willer , And with thy twinc●…ing eyes , looke right and straight Vpon this mighty 〈◊〉 — of mickle waight Is — now comes in , which being glewd together Makes Morris , and the cause that we came ●…ether . The body of our sport of no small study I first appeare , though rude , and raw , and muddy , To speake before thy noble grace , this te●…er : At whose great feete I offer up ●…y penner . The next the Lord of May , and Lady bright , The Chambermaid , and Servingman by night That seeke out sil●…t ●…ging : Then mine Host And his fat Spowse , that welcomes to their cost The gauled Traveller , and with a beckning Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning : Then the beast eating Clowne , and next the foole , The Bavian with long tayle , and eke long 〈◊〉 , Cummultis aliijs that make a dance , Say I , and all shall presently advance . Thes.

I , I by any mea●…s , deere Domine .

P●…r . Produce . Musicke Dance . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Come forth , and foot it , Ladies , if we have beene ●…erry And have pleasd thee with a derry , And a 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne : Duke , if we have pleasd three 〈◊〉 And have done as good Boyes should doe , Give us but a tree or twaine For a Maypole , and againe Ere another yeare run out , Wee 'l make thee laugh and all this 〈◊〉 . Thes.

Take 20. D●…mine ; how does my sweet heart .

Hip.

Never so pleasd Sir.

Emil. T was an excellent dance , and for a preface I never heard a better . Thes.

Schoolemaster , I thanke yo●… , One see'●… all rewarded .

Per.

And heer 's something to paint your Pole withall .

Thes.

Now to our sports againe .

Sch. May the Stag thou 〈◊〉 stand long , And thy dogs be swift and strong : May they kill him withoutlets , And the Ladies ●…ate his dows●…ts : Come we are all ●…de . Winde 〈◊〉 . Dij Deaque omnes , ye have danc'd rarely wenches . 〈◊〉 .
Scaena 7. Enter 〈◊〉 from the 〈◊〉 . Pal. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith To visit me againe , and with him bring Two Swords , and two good Armors ; if he faile He 's neither man , nor Souldier ; when he left 〈◊〉 I did not thinke a weeke could have restord My lost strength to me , I was growne so low , And Crest-falne with my wants : I thanke thee Arcite , Thou art yet a faire Foe ; and I feele my selfe With this refreshing , able once againe To out dure danger : To delay it longer Would make the world think when it comes to hearing , That I lay fatting like a Swine , to fight And not a Souldier : Therefore this blest morning Shall be the last ; and that Sword he refuses , If it but hold , I kill him with ; t is Iustice : So love , and Fortune for me : O good morrow . Enter Arcite with 〈◊〉 and Swords . Arc.

Good morrow noble kinesman ,

Pal. I have put you To too much paines Sir. Arc. That too much faire Cosen . Is but a debt to honour , and my duty . Pal. Would you were so in all Sir ; I could wish ye As kinde a kinsman , as you force me finde A beneficiall foe , that my embraces Might thanke ye , not my blowes . Arc. I shall thinke either Well done , a noble recompence . Pal.

Then I shall quit you .

Arc. Defy me in these faire termes , and you show More then a Mistris to me , no more anger As you love any thing that 's honourable ; We were not bred to talke man , when we are arm'd And both upon our guards , then let our fury Like meeting of two tides , fly strongly from us , And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty Truely pertaines ( without obbraidings , scornes , Dispisings of our persons , and such powting●… Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes ) will be seene And quickly , you●…s , or mine : wilt please you arme Sir , Or if you feele your selfe not sitting yet And furnishd with your old strength , I le stay Cosen And ev'ry day discourse you into health , As I am spard , your person I am friends with , And I could wish I had not saide I lov'd her Though I had dide ; But loving such a Lady And justifying my Love , I must not fly from 't . Pal. Arcite , thou art so brave an enemy That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee , I am well , and lusty , choose your Armes . Arc.

Choose you Sir :

Pal. Wilt thou exceede in all , or do'st thou doe it To make me ●…pare thee ? Arc. If you thinke so Cosen , You are deceived , for as I am a Soldier . I will not spare you . Pal.

That 's well said .

Arc.

You 'l finde it

Pal. Then as I am an honest man and love , With all the justice of affection I le pay thee soundly : This I le take . Arc. That 's mine then , I le ar●…e you first . Pal. Do : pray thee tell me Cosen , Where gotst thou this good Armour . Arc. T is the Dukes , And to say true , I stole it ; doe I pinch you . Pal.

Noe.

Arc.

Is 't not too heavie ?

Pal. I have worne a lighter , But I shall make it serve . Arc.

I le buckl't close .

Pal.

By any meanes .

Arc.

You care not for a Grand guard ?

Pal. No , no , wee 'l use no horses , I perceave You would faine be at that Fight . Arc.

I am indifferent .

Pal. Faith so am I : good Cosen , thrust the buckle Through far enough . Arc.

I warrant you .

Pal.

My Caske now .

Arc.

Will you fight bare-armd ?

Pal.

We shall be the ni●…bler .

Arc. But use your Gauntlets though ; those are o' th least , Prethee take mine good Cosen . Pal. Thanke you Arcite . How doe I looke , am I falne much away ? Arc.

Faith very little ; love has usd you kindly .

Pal.

I le warrant thee , I le strike home .

Arc. Doe , and spare not ; I le give you cause sweet ●…osen . Pal. Now to you Sir , Me thinkes this Armo'rs very like that , 〈◊〉 , Thou wor'st that day the 3. Kings fell , but lighter . Arc. That was a very good one , and that day I well remember , you out did me Cosen , I never saw such valour : when you chargd Vpon the left wing of the Enemie , I spurd hard to come up , and under me I had a right good horse . Pal. You had indeede A bright Bay I remember . Arc. Yes but all Was vainely labour'd in me , you outwent me , Nor could my wishes reach you ; yet a little I did by imitation . Pal. More by vertue , You are modest Cosen . Arc. When I saw you charge first , Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder Breake from the Troope . Pal. But still before that flew The lightning of your valour : Stay a little , Is not this peece too 〈◊〉 ? Arc.

No , no , t is well .

Pal. I would have nothing hurt thee but my Sword , A bruise would be dishonour . Arc.

Now I am perfect .

Pal.

Stand off then .

Arc.

Take my Sword , I hold it better .

Pal. I thanke ye : No , keepe it , your life lyes on it , Here 's one , if it but hold , I aske no more , For all my hopes : My Cause and honour guard me . Arc.

And me my love : * Is there ought else to say ?

Pal. This onely , and no more : Thou art mine Aunts Son. And that blood we desire to shed is mutuall , In me , thine , and in thee , mine : My Sword Is in my hand , and if thou killst me The gods , and I forgive thee ; If there be A place prepar'd for those that sleepe in honour , I wish his wearie soule , that falls may win it : Fight bravely Cos●… , give me thy noble hand . Arc. Here Palamon : This hand shall never more Come neare thee with such friendship . Pal.

I commend thee .

Arc. If I fall , curse me , and say I was a coward , For none but such , dare die in these just Tryalls . Once more farewell my Cosen , Pal.

Farewell Arcite .

Fight . Hornes within : they stand . Arc.

Loe Cosen , loe , our Folly has undon us .

Pal.

Why ?

Arc. This is the Duke , a hunting as I told you , If we be found , we are wretched , O retire For honours sake , and safely presently Into your Bush agen ; Sir we shall finde Too many howres to dye in , gentle Cosen : If you be seene you perish instantly For breaking prison , and I , if you reveale me , For my contempt ; Then all the world will scorne us , And say we had a noble difference , But base disposers of it . Pal. No , no , Cosen I will no more be hidden , nor put off This great adventure to a second Tryall I know your cunning , and I know your cause , He that faints now , shame take him , put thy selfe Vpon thy present guard . Arc.

You are not mad ?

Pal. Or I will make th' advantage of this howre Mine owne , and what to come shall threaten me , I feare lesse then my fortune : know weake Cosen I love Emilia , and in that I le bury Thee , and all crosses else . Arc. Then come , what can come Thou shalt know Palamon , I dare as well Die , as discourse , or sleepe : Onely this feares me , The law will have the honour of our ends . Have at thy ●…ife . Pal.

Looke to thine owne well Arcite .

Fight againe . Hornes . Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Emilia , P●…rithous and traine . Theseus . What ignorant and mad malicious Traitors , Are you ? That gainst the tenor of my Lawes Are making Battaile , thus like Knights appointed , Without my leave , and Officers of Armes ? By Castor both shall dye . Pal. Hold thy word Theseus , We are certainly both Traitors , both despisers Of thee , and of thy goodnesse : I am Palamon That cannot love thee , he that broke thy Prison , Thinke well , what that deserves ; and this is Arcite A bolder Traytor never trod thy ground A Falser neu'r seem'd friend : This is the man Was begd and banish'd , this is he contemnes thee And what thou dar'st doe ; and in this disguise Against this owne Edict followes thy Sister , That fortunate bright Star , the faire Emilia Whose servant , ( if there be a right in seeing , And first bequeathing of the soule to ) justly I am , and which is more , dares thinke her his . This treacherie like a most trusty Lover , I call'd him now to answer ; if thou bee'st As thou art spoken , great and vertuous , The true descider of all injuries , Say , Fight againe , and thou shalt see me Theseus Doe such a Iustice , thou thy selfe wilt envie , Then take my life , I le wooe thee too 't . Per. O heaven , What more then man is this ! Thes.

I have sworne .

Arc. We seeke not Thy breath of mercy Theseus , T is to me A thing as soone to dye , as thee to say it , And no more mov'd : where this man calls me Traitor , Let me say thus much ; if in love be Treason , In service of so excellent a Beutie , As I love most , and in that faith will perish , As I have brought my life here to confirme it , As I have serv'd her truest , worthiest , As I dare kill this Cos●… , that denies it , So let me be most Traitor , and ye please me : For scorning thy Edict Duke , aske that Lady Why she is faire , and why her eyes command me Stay here to love her ; and if she say Traytor , I am a villaine fit to lye unburied . Pal. Thou shalt have pitty of us both , o Theseus , If unto neither thou shew mercy , stop , ( As thou art just ) thy noble eare against us , As thou art valiant ; for thy Cosens soule Whose 12. strong labours crowne his memory , Le ts die together , at one instant Duke , Onely a little let him fall before me , That I may tell my Soule he shall not have her . Thes. I grant your wish , for to say true , your Cosen Has ten times more offended , for I gave him More mercy then you found , Sir , your offenses Being no more then his : None here speake for 'em For ere the Sun set , both shall sleepe for ever . Hipol . Asas the pitty , now or never Sister Speake not to be denide ; That face of yours Will beare the curses else of after ages For these lost Cosens . Emil. In my face deare Sister I finde no anger to 'em ; nor no ruyn , The misad venture of their owne eyes kill 'em ; Yet that I will be woman , and have pitty , My knees shall grow to 'th ground but I le get mercie . Helpe me deare Sister , in a deede so vertuous , The powers of all women will be with us , Moft royall Brother . Hipol .

Sir by our tye of Marriage .

Emil.

By your owne spotlesse honour .

Hip. By that faith , That faire hand , and that honest heart you gave me . Emil. By that you would have pitty in another , By your owne vertues infi●…ite . Hip. By valour , By all the chaste nights I have ever pleasd you . Thes.

These are strange Conjurings .

Per. Nay then I●…o in too : By all our friendship Sir , by all our dangers , By all you love most , warres ; and this sweet Lady . Emil. By that you would have trembled to deny A blushing Maide . Hip. By your owne eyes : By strength In which you swore I went beyond all women , Almost all men , and yet I yeelded Theseus . Per. To crowne all this ; By your most noble soule Which cannot want due mercie , I beg first . Hip.

Next heare my prayers .

Emil.

Last let me intreate Sir.

Per.

For mercy .

Hip.

Mercy .

Emil.

Mercy on these Princes .

Thes. Ye make my faith reelc : Say I felt Comp●…ssion to 'em both , how would you place it ? Emil.

Vpon their lives : But with their banishments .

Thes. You are a right woman Sister ; you have pitty , B●…t want the vnderstanding where to use it . If you desire their lives , invent a way Safer then banishment : Can these two live And hav●… the agony of love about 'em , And not kill one another ? Every day The'yld fight about yov ; howrely bring your honour In publique question with their Swords ; Be wise then And here forget 'em ; it concernes your credit , And my oth equally : I have said they die , Better they fall by 'th law , then one another . Bow not my honor . Emil. O my noble Brother , That oth was rashly made , and in your anger , Your reason will not hold it , if such vowes Stand for expresse will , all the world must perish . Beside , I have another oth , gainst yours Of more authority , I am sure more love , Not made in passion neither , but good heede . Thes.

What is it Sister ?

Ber.

Vrge it home brave Lady .

Emil. That you would nev'r deny me any thing Fit for my modest suit , and your free granting : I tye you to your word now , if ye fall in 't , Thinke how you maime your honour ; ( For now I am set a begging Sir , I am deafe To all but your compassion ) how their lives Might breed the ruine of my name ; Opinion , Shall any thing that loves me perish for me ? That were a cruell wisedome , doe men proyne The straight yong Bowes that blush with thousand Blossom●… Because they may be rotten ? O Duke Theseus The goodly Mothers that have groand for these , And all the longing Maides that ever lov'd , If your vow stand , shall curse me and my Beauty , And in their funerall songs , for these two Cosens Despise my crueltie , and cry woe worth me , Till I am nothing but the scorne of women ; For heavens sake save their lives , and banish ' em . Thes.

On what conditions ?

Emil. Sweare'em never more To make me their Contention , or to know me , To tread upon thy Duke dome , and to be Where ever they shall travel , ever strangers to one another . Pal. I le be cut a peeces Before I take this oth , forget I love her ? O all ye gods dispise me then : Thy Banishment I not mislike , so we may fairely carry Our Swords , and cause along : else never trifle , But take our lives Duke , I must love and will , And for that love , must and dare kill this Cosen On any peece the earth has . Thes. Will you Arcite Take these conditions ? Pal.

H'es a villaine then .

Per.

These are men .

Arcite . No , never Duke : T is worse to me than begging To take my life so basely , though I thinke I never shall enjoy her , yet I le preserve The honour of affection , and dye for her , Make death a Devill . Thes.

What may be done ? for now I feele compassion .

Per.

Let it not fall agen Sir.

Thes. Say Emilia If one of them were dead , as one mu●… , are you Content to take th' other to your husband ? They cannot both enjoy you ; They are Princes As goodly as your owne eyes , and as noble As ever fame yet spoke of ; looke upon 'em , And if you can love , end this difference , I give consent , are you content too Princes ? Both.

With all our soules .

Thes. He that she refuses Must dye then . Both.

Any death thou canst invent Duke .

Pal. If I fall from that mouth , I fall with favour , And Lovers yet unborne shall blesse my ashes . Arc. If she refuse me , yet my grave will wed me , And Souldiers sing my Epitaph . Thes.

Make choice then .

Emil. I cannot Sir , they are both too excellent For me , a hayre shall never fall of these men . Hip.

What will become of ' em ?

Thes. Thus I ordaine it , And by mine honor , once againe it stands , Or both shall dye . You shall both to your Countrey , And each within this mo●…eth accompanied With three faire Knights , appeare againe in this place , In which I le plant a Pyramid ; and whether Before us that are here , can force his Cosen By fayre and knightly strength to touch the Pillar , He shall enjoy her : the other loose his head , And all his friends ; Nor shall he grudge to fall , Nor thinke he dies with interest in this Lady : Will this content yee ? Pal. Yes : here Cosen Arcite I am friends againe , till that howre . Arc.

I embrace ye .

Thes.

Are you content Sister ?

Emil. Yes , I must Sir , Els both miscarry . Thes. Come shake hands againe then , And take ●…eede , as you are Gentlemen , this Quarrell Sleepe till the howre prefixt , and hold your course , Pal.

We dare not faile thee Theseus .

Thes. Come , I le give ye Now usage like to Princes , and to Friends : When ye returne , who wins , I le settle heere , Who looses , yet I le weepe upon his Beere . Exeunt .
Actus Quartus .
Scaena 1. Enter Iailor , and his friend . Iailor . Heare you no more , was nothing saide of me Concerning the escape of Palamon ? Good Sir remember . 1. Fr. Nothing that I heard , For I came home before the busines Was fully ended : Yet I might perceive Ere I departed , a great likelihood Of both their p●…rdons : For Hipolita , And faire-eyd Emilie , upon their knees Begd with such hansom pitty , that the Duke Me thought stood staggering , whether ●…e should follow His ra●…h o' th , or the sweet compassion Of those two 〈◊〉 ; and to second them , That truely noble Prince P●…rithous Halfe his owne heart , set in too , that I hope All shall be well : Neither heard I one question Of your name , or his scape . Enter 2. Friend . Iay.

Pray heaven it hold so .

2. Fr : Be of good comfort man ; I bring you newes , Good newes . Iay.

They are welcome ,

2. Fr. Palamon has cleerd you , And got your pardon , and discoverd How , and by whose meanes he escapt , which was your Daughters , Whose pardon is procurd too , and the Prisoner Not to be held ungratefull to her goodnes , Has given a summe of money to her Marriage . A large one I le assure you . Iay. Ye are a good man And ever bring good newes . 1. Fr.

How was it ended ?

2. Fr. Why , as it should be ; they that nev'r begd But they prevaild , had their suites fairely granted , The prisoners have their lives . 1. Fr.

I knew t' would be so .

2. Fr. But there be new conditions , which you 'l heare of At better time . Iay.

I hope they are good .

2. Fr. They are honourable , How good they 'l prove , I know not . Enter Wooer . 1. Fr.

T' will be knowne .

Woo.

Alas Sir , wher 's your Daughter ?

Iay.

Why doe you aske ?

Woo.

O Sir when did you see her ?

2. Fr.

How he lookes ?

Iay.

This morning .

Woo.

Was she well ? was she in health ? Sir , when did she sleepe ?

1. Fr.

These are strange Questions .

Iay , I doe not thinke she was very well , for now You make me minde her , but this very day I ask'd her questions , and she answered me So farre from what she was , so childishly . So sillily , as if she were a foole , An Inocent , and I was very angry . But what of her Sir ? Woo. Nothing but my pitty ; but you must know it , and as good by me As by an other that lesse loves her : Iay.

Well Sir.

1. Fr.

Not right ?

2. Fr.

Not well ? — Wooer , No Sir not well .

Woo.

T is too true , she is mad .

1. Fr.

It cannot be .

Woo.

Beleeve you 'l finde it so .

Iay. I halfe suspected What you told me : the gods comfort her : Either this was her love to Palamon , Or feare of my miscarrying on his scape , Or both . Woo.

T is likely .

Iay.

But why all this haste Sir ?

Woo. I le tell you quickly . As I late was angling In the great Lake that lies behind the Pallace , From the far shore , thicke set with reedes , and Sedges , As patiently I was attending sport , I heard a voyce , a shrill one , and attentive I gave my eare , when I might well perceive T' was one that sung , and by the smallnesse of it A boy or woman . I then left my angle To his owne skill , came neere , but yet perceivd not Who made the sound ; the rushes , and the Reeds Had so encompast it : I laide me downe And listned to the words she song , for then Through a small glade cut by the Fi●…her men , I saw it was your Daughter . Iay.

Pray goe on Sir ?

Woo. She sung much , but no sence ; on●…ly I heard her Repeat this often . Palamon is gone , Is gone to 'th wood to gather Mulberies , I le finde him out to morrow . 1. Fr.

Pretty soule .

Woo. His shackles will betray him , hee 'l be taken , And what shall I doe then ? I le bring a ●…eavy , A hundred blacke eyd Maides , that love as I doe With Chaplets on their heads of Daffadillies , With cherry-lips , and cheekes of Damaske Rofes , And all wee 'l daunce an Antique fore the Duke , And beg his pardon ; Then she talk'd of you Sir ; That you must loose your head to morrow morning , And she must gather flowers to bury you , And see the house made handsome , then she sung Nothing but Willow , willow , willow , and betweene Ever was , Palamon , faire Palamon , And Palamon , was a tall yong man. The 〈◊〉 Was knee deepe where she sat ; her careles Tresses , A wreake of bull-rush rounded ; about her stucke Thousand fresh water flowers of severall cullors . That me thought she appeard like the faire Nimph That feedes the lake with waters , or as Iris Newly dropt downe from heaven ; Rings she made Of rushes that grew by , and to 'em spoke The prettiest posies : Thus our truelove's tide , This you may loose , not me , and many a one : And then she wept , and s●…ng againe , and sigh'd , And with the same breath smil'd , and ki●… her hand . 2. Fr.

Alas what pitty it is ?

Wooer . I made in to her . She saw me , and s●…raight sought the stood , I sav'd her , And set her safe to land : when presently She slipt away , and to the Gi●…ty made , With such a ●…ry , and 〈◊〉 , that 〈◊〉 me Shee left me farre behinde her ; 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , I saw from farre off crosse her 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I knew to be your brother , where 〈◊〉 staid , And fell , scarce to be got away : I left them with her . Enter Brother , Daughter , and others . And hether came to tell you : Here they are . Daugh. May you never more 〈◊〉 the light , &c. Is not this a fine Song ? 〈◊〉 .

O a very fine one .

Daugh.

I can ●…ing twenty more .

Bro.

I thinke you can ,

Daugh. Yes truely can I , I c●…n sing the Broome , And Bony Robin . Are not you a tailour ? Bro.

Yes ,

Daugh.

Wher 's my wedding Gowne ?

Bro.

I le bring it to morrow .

Daugh. Doe , very rarely , I must be abroad else To call the Maides , and pay the Minstrels For I must loose my Maydenhead by cocklight T will never th●…ive else . O faire , oh sweet●… , &c. Singes . Bro.

You must ev'n take it patiently .

Iay.

T is true ,

Daugh. Good'ev'n , good men , pray did you ever heare Of one yong Palamon ? Iay.

Yes wench we know him .

Daugh.

Is 't not a fine yong Gentleman ?

Iay.

T is , Love.

Bro. By no meane crosse her , she is then distemperd For worse then now she showes . 1. Fr.

Yes , he 's a fine man.

Daugh.

O , is he so ? you have a Sister .

1. Fr.

Yes .

Daugh. But she shall never have him , tell her so , For a tricke that I know , y 'had best looke to her , For if she see him once , she 's gone , she 's done , And undon in an howre . All the young Maydes Of our Towne are in love with him , but I laugh at 'em And let 'em all alone , Is 't not a wise course ? 1. Fr.

Yes .

Daugh. There is at least two hundred now with child by him , There must befowre ; ye●… I keepe close for all this , Close as a Cockle ; and all these must be Boyes , He has the tricke on 't , and at ten yeares old They must be all 〈◊〉 for 〈◊〉 , And sing the wars of Thesem . 2. Fr.

This is strange .

Daugh.

As ever you heard , but say nothing .

1. Fr.

No.

Daugh. They come from all parts of the Dukedome to him , I le warrant ye , he had not so few last night As twenty to dispatch , hee 'l tickl 't up In two howres , if his hand be in . Iay. She 's lost Past all cure . Bro.

Heaven forbid man.

Daugh.

Come hither , you are a wise man.

1. Fr.

Do's she know him ?

1. Fr.

No , would she did .

Daugh.

You are mafter of a Ship ?

Iay.

Yes .

Daugh.

Wher 's your Cömpasse ?

Iay.

Heere .

Daugh. Set it too'th North. And now direct your conrse to 'th wood , wher Palamon Lyes longing for me ; For the Tackling Let me alone ; Come waygh my hearts , cheerely . All. Owgh , owgh , owgh , t is up , the wind 's faire , top the Bowling , out with the maine saile , wher 's your Whistle Master ? Bro.

Le ts get her in .

Iay.

Vp to the top Boy .

Bro.

Wher 's the Pilot ?

1. Fr.

Heere ,

Daugh.

What ken'st thou ?

2. Fr.

A faire wood .

Daugh.

Beare for it master : take about :

Singes . When Cinthia with her borrowed light , &c. Exeunt .
Scaena 2. Enter Emilia alone , with 2. Pictures . Emilia . Yet I may binde those wounds up , that must open And bleed to death for my sake else ; I le choose , And end their strife : Two such yong hansom men Shall never fall for me , their weeping Mothers , Following the dead cold ashes of their Sonnes Shall never curse my cruelty : Good heaven , What a sweet face has Arcite ? if wise nature With all her best endowments , all those beuties She sowes into the birthes of noble bodies , Were here a mortall woman , and had in her The coy denialls of yong Maydes , yet doubtles , She would run mad for this man : what an eye ? Of what a fyry sparkle , and quick sweetnes , Has this yong Prince ? Here Love himselfe sits smyling , Iust such another wanton Ganimead , Set Love a fire with , and enforcd the god Snatch up the goodly Boy , and set him by him A shining constellation : What a brow , Of what a spacious Majesty he carries ? Arch'd like the great eyd Iuno's , but far sweeter , Smoother then Pelops Shoulder ? Fame and honour Mc thinks from hence , as from a Promontory Pointed in heaven , should clap their wings , and sing To all the under world , the Loves , and Fights Of gods , and sueh men neere'em . Palamon , Is but his foyle , to him , a meere dull shadow , Hee 's swarth , and meagre , of an eye as heavy As if he had lost his mother ; a still temper , No stirring in him , no alacrity , Of all this sprightly sharpenes , not a smile ; Yet these that we count errours may become him : Narcissu●… was a sad Boy , but a heavenly : Oh who can finde the bent of womans fancy ? I am a Foole , my reason is lost in me , I have no choice , and I have ly'd so lewdly That women ought to beate me . On my knees I aske thy pardon : Palamon , thou art alone , And only beutifull , and these the eyes , These the bright lamps of beauty , that command And threaten Love , and what yong Mayd dare crosse 'em What a bold gravity , and yet inviting Has this browne manly face ? O Love , this only From this howre is Complexion : Lye there Arcite , Thou art a changling to him , a meere Gipsey . And this the noble Bodie : I am sotted , Vtterly lost : My Virgins faith has fled me . For if my brother but even now had ask'd me Whether I lov'd , I had run mad for Arcite , Now if my Sister ; More for Palamon , Stand both together : Now , come aske me Brother , Alas , I know not : aske me now sweet Sister , I may goe looke ; What a meere child is Pancie , That having two faire gawdes of equall sweetnesse , Cannot distinguish , but must crie for both . Enter Emil. and Gent : Emil.

How now Sir ?

Gent. From the Noble Duke your Brother Madam , I bring you newes : The Knights are come . Emil.

To end the quarrell ?

Gent.

Yes .

Emil. Would I might end first : What sinnes have I committed , chast Diana , That my unspotted youth must now be soyld With blood of Princes ? and my Chastitie Be made the Altar , where the lives of Lovers , Two greater , and two better never yet Made mothers joy , must be the sacrifice To my unhappy Beautie ? Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Perithous and attendants . Theseus . Bring 'em in quickly , By any meanes , I long to see 'em . Your two contending Lovers are return'd , And with them their faire Knights : Now my faire Sister , You must love one of them . Emil. I had rather both , So neither for my sake should fall untimely Enter Messengers . Curtis . Thes.

Who saw 'em ?

Per.

I a while .

Gent.

And I.

Thes.

From whence come you Sir ?

M●…ss .

From the Knights .

Thes. Pray speake You that have seene them , what they are . Mess. I will Sir , And truly what I thinke : Six braver spirits Then these they have brought , ( if we judge by the outside ) I never saw , nor read of : He that stands In the fitst place with Arcite , by his seeming Should be a stout man , by his face a Prince , ( His very lookes so say him ) his complexion , Nearer a browne , than blacke ; sterne , and yet noble , Which shewes him hardy , fearelesse , proud of dangers : The circles of his eyes show faire within him , And as a heated Lyon , so he lookes ; His haire hangs long behind him , blacke and shining Like Ravens wings : his shoulders broad , and ftrong , Armd long and round , and on his Thigh a Sword Hung by a curious Bauldricke ; when he frownes To seale his will with , better o' my conscience Was never Souldiers friend . Thes.

Thou ha'st well describde him .

Per. Yet a great deale short Me thinkes , of him that 's first with Palamon . Thes.

Pray speake him friend .

Per. I ghesse he is a Prince too , And if it may be , greater ; for his show Has all the ornament of honour in 't : Hee 's somewhat bigger , then the Knight he spoke of , But of a face far sweeter ; His complexion Is ( as a ripe grape ) ruddy : he has felt Without doubt what he fights for , and so apter To make this cause his owne : In 's face appeares All the fai●…e hopes of what he undertakes , And when he 's angry , then a setled valour ( Not tainted with extreames ) runs through his body , And guides his arme to brave things : Feare he cannot , He shewesno such soft temper , his head 's yellow , Hard hayr'd , and curld , thicke twind like Ivy tops , Not to undoe with thunder : In his face The liverie of the warlike Maide appeares , Pure red , and white , for yet no beard has bleft him . And in his rowling eyes , 〈◊〉 victory . As if she ever ment to corect his valour : His Nose stands high , a Character of honour . His red lips , after fights , are fit for Ladies . Emil.

Must these men die too ?

Per. When he speakes , his tongue Sounds like a Trumpet ; All his lyneaments Are as a man would wish 'em , strong , and cleane , He weares a well-steeld Axe , the staffe of gold , His age some five and twenty . Mess. Ther 's another , A little man , but of a tough soule , seeming As great as any : fairer promises In such a Body , yet I never look'd on . Per.

O , he that 's freckle fac'd ?

Mess The same my Lord , Are they not sweet ones ? Per.

Yes they are well .

Mess. Me thinkes , Being so few , and well disposd , they show Great , and fine art in nature , he 's white hair'd , Not wanton white , but such a manly colour Next to an aborne , tough , and nimble set , Which showes an active soule ; his armes are brawny Linde with strong sine wes : To the shoulder peece , Gently they swell , like women new conceav'd , Which speakes him prone to labour , never fainting Vnder the waight of Armes ; stout harted , still , But when he stirs , a Tiger ; he 's gray eyd , Which yeelds compassion where he conquers : sharpe To spy advantages , and where he finds 'em , He 's swift to make 'em his : He do's no wrongs , Nor takes none ; he 's round fac'd , and when he smiles He showes a Lover , when he frownes , a Souldier : About his head he weares the winners oke , And in it stucke the favour of his Lady : His age , some six and thirtie . In his hand He beares a charging Staffe , embost with silver . Thes.

Are they all thus ?

Per.

They are all the sonnes of honour .

Thes. Now as I have a soule I long to see 'em , Lady you shall see men fight now . Hip. I wish it , But not the cause my Lord ; They would show Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdomes ; T is pitty Love should be so tyrannous : O my soft harted Sister , what thinke you ? Weepe not , till they weepe blood ; Wench it must be . Thes. You have steel'd'em with your Beautie : honord Friend , To you I give the Feild ; pray order it , Fitting the persons that must use it . Per.

Yes Sir.

Thes. Come , 〈◊〉 goe visit'em : I cannot stay . Their fame has fir'd me so ; Till they appeare , Good Friend be royall . Per.

There shall want no bravery .

Emilia . Poore wench goe weepe , for whosoever wins , Looses a noble Cosen , for thy sins . Exeunt .
Scaena 3. Enter Iailor , 〈◊〉 , Doctor . Doct. Her distraction is more at some time of the Moone , 〈◊〉 at other some , is it not ? Iay. She is continually in a harmelesse distemper , sleepes Little , altogether without appetite , save often drinking , Dreaming of another world , and a better ; and what Broken peece of matter so'ere she 's about , the name Palamon lardes it , that she 〈◊〉 ev'ry busines Enter Daughter . Withall , fyts it to every question ; Looke where 〈◊〉 comes , you shall perceive her behaviour . Daugh. I have forgot it quite ; The burden o' nt , was downe A downe a , and pend by no worse man , then Girald , Emilias Schoolemaster ; he 's as Fantasticall too , as ever he may goe upon 's legs , For in the next world will Dido see Palamon , and Then will she be out of love with 〈◊〉 . Doct.

What stuff 's here ? pore soule .

Ioy.

Ev'n thus all day long .

Daugh. Now for this Charme , that I told you of , you must Bring a peece of silver on the tip of your tongue , Or no feiry : then if it be your chance to come where The blessed spirits , as the'rs a sight now ; we maids That have our Lyvers , perish'd , crakt to peeces with Love , we shall come there , and doe nothing all day long But picke flowers with Proserpine , then will I make Palamon a Nosegay , then let him marke me , — then . Doct.

How prettily she 's amisse ? note her a little further .

Dau. Faith I le tell you , sometime we goe to Barly breake , We of the blessed ; alas , t is a sore life they have i' th Thother place , such burning , frying , boyling , hissing , Howling , chattring , cursing , oh they have shrowd Measure , take heede ; if one be mad , or hang or Drowne themselves , thither they goe , Iupiter blesse Vs , and there shall we be put in a Caldron of Lead , and Vsurers grease , amongst a whole million of Cutpurses , and there boyle like a Gamon of Bacon That will never be enough . Exit . Doct.

How her braine coynes ?

Daugh. Lords and Courtiers , that have got maids with Child , they are in this place , they shall stand in fire up to the Nav'le , and in yce up to 'th hart , and there th'offending part burnes , and the deceaving part freezes ; in troth a very greevous punishment , as one would thinke , for such a Trifle , beleve me one would marry a leaprous witch , to be rid on 't I le assure you . Doct. How she continues this fancie ? T is not an engraffed Madnesse , but a most thicke , and profound mellencholly . Daugh. To heare there a proud Lady , and a proud Citty wiffe , howle together : I were a beast and I l'd call it good sport : one cries , o this smoake , another this fire ; One cries , o , that ever I did it behind the arras , and then howles ; th' other curses a suing fellow and her garden house . 〈◊〉 . I will be true , my stars , my fate , &c. Exit . Daugh. Iay.

What thinke you of her Sir ?

Doct.

I think she has a perturbed minde , which I cannot minister to .

Iay.

Alas , what then ?

Doct. Vnderstand you , she ever affected any man , ere She beheld Palamon ? Iay. I was once Sir , in great hope , she had fixd her Liking on this gentleman my friend . Woo. I did thinke so too , and would account I had a great Pen-worth on 't , to give halfe my slate , that both She and I at this present stood unfainedly on the Same tearmes . Do. That intemprat surfeit of her eye , hath distemperd the Other sences , they may returne and settle againe to Execute their preordaind faculties , but they are Now in a most extravagant vagary . This you Must doe , Confine her to a place , where the light May rather seeme to steale in , then be permitted ; take Vpon you ( yong Sir her friend ) the name of Palamon , say you come to eate with her , and to Commune of Love ; this will catch her attention , for This her minde beates upon ; other objects that are Inserted tweene her minde and eye , become the prankes And friskins of her madnes ; Sing to her , such greene Songs of Love , as she sayes Palamon hath sung in Prison ; Come to her , stucke in as sweet flowers , as the Season is mistres of , and thereto make an addition of Som other compounded odours , which are grateful to the Sence : all this shall become Palamon , for Palamon can Sing , and Palamon is sweet , and ev'ry good thing , desire To eate with her , crave her , drinke to her , and still Among , intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance Into her favour : Learne what Maides have beene her Companions , and play-pheeres , and let them repaire to Her with Palamon in their mouthes , and appeare with Tokens , as if they suggested for him , It is a falsehoód She is in , which is with fasehoods to be combated . This may bring her to eate , to sleepe , and reduce what 's Now out of square in her , into their former law , and Regiment ; I have seene it approved , how many ti●…s I know n●…t , but to make the number more , I have Great hope in this . I will betweene the passages of This project , come in with my applyance : Let us Put it in execution ; and hasten the successe , which doubt not Will bring forth comfort . Florish. Exeunt .
Actus Quintus .
Sc●…na 1. Enter Thesius , 〈◊〉 , Hipolita , attenda●…ts . T●…s . Now let 'em enter , and before the gods Tender their holy prayers : Let the Temples Burne bright with sacred fires , and the Altars In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense To those above us : Let no due be wanting , Florish of Cornets . They have a noble worke in hand , will honour The very powers that love ' em . Enter Palamon and Arcite , and their Knights . Per.

Sir they enter .

Thes. You valiant and strong harted Enemies You royall German foes , that this day come To blow that nearenesse out that flames betweene ye ; Lay by your anger for an houre , and dove-like Before the holy Altars of your helpers ( The all feard gods ) bow downe your stubborne bodies , Your ire is more than mortall ; So your helpe be , And as the gods regard ye , fight with Iustice , I le leave you to your prayers , and betwixt ye I part my wishes . Per.

Honour crowne the worthiest .

Exit These●…s , and his 〈◊〉 . Pal. The glasso is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire : Thinke you but thus , That were there ought in me which strove to show Mine enemy in this businesse , wer 't one eye Against another : Arme opprest by Arme : I would destroy th' offender , Coz , I would Though parcell of my selfe : Then from this gather How I should tender you . Ar●… . I am in labour To push your name , your auncient love , our kindred Out of my memory ; and i' th selfe same place To seate something I would confound : So hoyst we The sayles , that must these vessells port even where The heavenly Lymiter pleases . Pal. You speake well ; Before I turne , Let me embrace thee Cosen This I shall never doe agen . Arc.

One farewell .

Pal.

Why let it be so : Farewell Coz.

Ex●…nt Pala●…n ●…d his Knights . Arc. Farewell Sir ; Knights , Kinsemen , Lovers , ye●… my Sacrifices True worshippers of Mars , whose spirit in you Expells the seedes of feare , and th' apprehension Which still is farther off it , Goe with me Before the god of our profession : There Require of him the heart●… of Lyons , and The breath of Tigers , yea the fearcenesse too , Yea the speed also , to goe on , I meane : Else wish we to be Snayles ; you know my prize Must be drag'd out of 〈◊〉 , force and great feate Must put my Garland on , where she stickes The Queene of Flowers : our intercession then Must be to him that makes the Campe , a Cestron Brymd with the blood of men : give me your aide And bend your spirits towards him . They kneel●… . Thou mighty one , that with thy power hast turnd Greene Nepture into purple . Comets prewarne , whose havocke in vaste Feild Vnearthed skulls proclaime , whose breath blowes downe , The teeming Ceres foyzon , who dost plucke With hand armenypotent from forth blew clowdes , The ●…asond Turrets , that both mak'st , and break'st The stony girthes of Citties : me thy puple , Yongest follower of thy Dro●… , 〈◊〉 this day With military skill , that to thy lawde I may advance my Streamer , and by thee , Be stil'd the Lord o' th day , give me great Mars Some token of thy pleasure . Here they fall on their faces as formerly , and there is heard ●…langing of Armor , with a short 〈◊〉 as the burst of a Battaile , whereupon they all rise and 〈◊〉 to the Altar . O Great Corrector of enormous times ; Shaker of ore-rank States , thou grand decider Of dustie , and old tytles , that healst with blood The earth when it is sicke , and curst the world O' th pluresie of people ; I doe take Thy signes auspiciously , and in thy name To my designe ; march boldly , let us go●… . Exeunt . Enter Palamon 〈◊〉 his K●…ights , with the former observance . Pal. Our stars must glister with new fire , or be To daie extinct ; our argument is love , Which if the goddesse of it grant , she gives Victory too , then blend your spirits with mine , You , whose free noblenesse doe make my cause Your personall hazard ; to the goddesse Uenus Commend we our proceeding , and implore Her power unto our partie . H●… they kneele as formerly . Haile Soveraigne Queene 〈◊〉 , who hast power To call the feircest Tyrant from his rage ; And weepe unto a Girle ; that ha'st the might Even with an ey-glance , to choke Marsis Drom And turne th' allarme to whispers , that canst make A Criple florish with his Cr●…ch , and cure him Before Apollo ; that may'st force the King To be his subjects vassaile , and induce Stale gravitie to daunce , the pould Bachelour Whose youth like wanton Boyes through Bonfyres Have skipt thy flame , at seaventy , thou canst catch And make him to the scorne of his hoarse throate Abuse yong laies of love ; what godlike power Hast thou not power upon ? To 〈◊〉 thou Add'st flames , hotter then his the heavenly fyres Did scortch his mortall Son , thine him ; the huntresse All moyst and cold , some say began to throw Her Bow away , and sigh : take to thy grace Me thy vowd Souldier , who doe beare thy yoke As t' wer a wreath of Roses , yet is heavier Then Lead it selfe , stings more than Nettles ; I have never beene foule mouthd against thy law , Nev'r reveald secret , for I knew none ; would not Had I kend all that were ; I never practised Vpon mans wife , nor would the Libells reade Ofliberall wits : I never at great feastes Sought to betray a Beautie , but have blush'd At simpring Sirs that did : I have beene harsh To large ●…onfessors , and have hotly ask'd them If they had Mothers , I had one , a woman , And women t' wer they wrong'd . I knew a man Of eightie winters , this I told them , who A Lasse of foureteene brided , t was thy power To put life into dust , the aged Crampe Had screw'd his square foote round , The Gout had knit his fingers into knots , Torturing Convulsions from his globie eyes , Had almost drawne their spheeres , that what was life In him seem'd torture : this Anatomie Had by his yong faire pheare a Boy , and I Beleev'd it was his , for she swore it was , And who would not beleeve her ? briefe I am To those that prate and have done ; no Companion To those that boast and have not ; a defyer To those that would and cannot ; a Rejoycer , Yea him I doe not love , that tells close offices The fowlest way , nor names concealements in The boldest language , such a one I am , And vow that lover never yet made sigh Truer then I. O then most soft sweet goddesse Give me 〈◊〉 victory of this question , which Is true loves merit , and blesse me with a signe Of thy great pleasure . Here Musicks is heard , Doves are seene to flutter , they fall againe upon their faces , then on their knees . Pal. O thou that from eleven , to ninetie raign'st In mortall bosomes , whose chase is this world And we in heards thy game ; I give thee thankes For this faire Token , which being layd unto Mine innocent true heart , armes in assurance They bow . My body to this businesse . Let us rise And bow b●…ore the goddesse : Time comes on . Exeunt . Still Musicke of Records . Enter Emilia in white , her haire about her shoulders , a wheaten wreath : One in white holding up her traine , her haire stucke with flowers : One before her carrying a silver Hynde , in which his conveyd Incense and sweet odours , which being set upon the Altar her maides standing a loofe , she sets fire to it , then they curtsey and kneele . Emilia . O sacred , sh●…dowie , cold and constant Queene , Abandoner of Revells , mute contemplative , Sweet , solitary , white as chaste , and pure As windefand Snow , who to thy femall knights Alow'st no more blood than will make a blush , Which is their orders robe . I heere thy Priest Am humbled fore thine Altar , O vouchsafe With that thy rare greene eye , which never yet Behe●…d thing maculate , looke on thy virgin , And sacred silver Mistris , lend hine eare ( Which 〈◊〉 heard scurrill terme , into whose port Ne're entred wanton sound , ) to my petition Seasond wi●…h ho●…y feare ; This is my last Of vestall office , I am 〈◊〉 habited , But mayd●…n harted , a husband I have poin●…ed , But doe not know him out of two , I should Choose one , and pray for his successe , but I Am guiltlesse of election of mine eyes , Were I to loose one , they are equall precious , I could doombe neither , that which perish'd should Goe too 't unsentenc'd : Therefore most modest Queene , He of the two Pretenders , that best loves me And has the truest ti●… in 't , Let him Take off my wheaten Gerland , or else grant The fyle and qualitiel hold , I may Continue in thy Band. Here the Hynde vanishes under the Altar : and in the place ascends a Rose Tr●…e , having one Rose upon it . See what our Generall of Ebbs and Flowes Out from the bowells of her holy Altar With sacred act advances : But one Rose , If well inspird , this Battaile shal confound Both these brave Knights , and I a virgin flowre Must grow alone unpl●…ck'd . Here is heard 〈◊〉 sodaine twang of Instruments , and the Rose fals from the Tree . The flowre is falne , the Tree descends : O Mistris Thou here dischargest me , I shall be gather'd , I thinke so , but I know not thine owne will ; Vnclaspe thy Misterie : I hope she 's pleas'd , Her Signes were gratious . They curtsey and Exeunt .
Scaena 2. Enter Doctor , Iaylor and Wooer , in habite of Palamon . Doct.

Has this advice I told you , done any good upon her ?

Wooer . O very much ; The maids that hept her company Have halfe perswaded her that I am Palamon ; within this Halfe houre she came smiling to me , and asked me what I Would cate , and when I would kisse her : I told her Presently , and kist her twice . Doct. T was well done ; twentie times had bin far better , For there the cure lies ●…inely . Wooer . Then she told me She would watch with me to night , for well she knew What houre my fit would take me . Doct. Let her do●… so , And when your fit comes , fit her home , And presently . Wooer .

She would have me sing .

Doctor .

You did so ?

Wooer .

No.

Doct. T was very i●…l done then , You should observe her ev'ry way . Wooer . Alas I have no voice Sir , to confirme her that way . Doctor . That 's all one , if yee make a noyse , If she intreate againe , doe any thing , Lye with her if she aske you . Iaylor .

Hoa there Doctor .

Doctor .

Yes in the waie of cure .

Iaylor But first by your leave I' th way of honestie . Doctor . That 's but a nicenesse , Nev'r cast your child away for honestie ; Cure her first this way , then if shoe will be honest , She has the path before her . Iaylor .

Thanke yee Doctor .

Doctor . Pray bring her in And let 's see how shee is . Iaylor . I will , and tell her Her Falam●…n staies for her : But Doctor , Me thinkes you are i' th wrong still . Exit Iaylor . Doct. ●…oe , goe : you Fathers are fine Fooles : her honesty ? And we should give her physicke till we finde that : W●… .

Why , doe you thinke she is not honest Sir ?

Doctor .

How old is she ?

Wooer .

She 's eighteene .

Doctor . She may be , But that 's all one , t is nothing to our purpose , What ere her Father saies , if you perceave Her moode inclining that way that I spoke of Videlicet , the way of flesh , you have me . Wooer .

Yet very well Sir.

Doctor . Please her appetite And doe it home , it cures her ips●… facto , The mellencholly humour that infects her . Wooer .

I am of your minde Doctor .

Enter Iaylor , Daughter , Maide . Docter .

You 'l finde it so ; she comes , pray honour her .

Iaylor . Come , your Love Palamon staies for you childe , And has done this long houre , to visite you . Daughter . I thanke him for his gen●…le patience , He 's a kind Gentleman , and I am much bound to him , Did you nev'r see the horse he gave me ? Iaylor .

Yes .

Daugh.

How doe you like him ?

Iaylor .

He 's a very faire one .

Daugh.

You never saw him dance ?

Iaylor .

No.

Daugh. I have often . He daunces very finely , very comely , And for a Iigge , come cut and long taile to him , He turnes ye like a Top. Iaylor .

That 's fine indeede .

Daugh. Hee 'l dance the Morris twenty mile an houre , And that will founder the best hobby-horse ( If I have any skill ) in all the parish , And gallops to the turne of Light a'love , What thinke you of this horse ? Iaylor . Having these vertues I thinke he might be brought to play at Tennis . Daugh.

Alas that 's nothing .

Iaylor .

Can he write and reade too .

Daugh. A very faire hand , and casts himselfe th' accounts Of all his hay and provender : That Hostler Must rise betime that cozens him ; you know The Chestnut Mare the Duke has ? Iaylor .

Very well .

Daugh. She is horribly in love with him , poore beast , But he is like his master coy and scornefull . Iaylor .

What dowry has she ?

Daugh. Some two hundred Bottles , And twenty strike of Oa●…s ; but hee 'l ne're have h●… He lispes in 's neighing able to entice A Millars Mare , H●…l be the death of her . Doctor .

What stuffe she utters ?

Iaylor .

Make curtsie , here your love comes .

Wooer . Pretty soule How doe ye ? that 's a fine maide , ther 's a curtsie . Daugh. Yours to command i th way of honestie ; How far is 't now to 'th end o' th world my Masters ? Doctor .

Why a daies Iorney wench .

Daugh.

Will you goe with m●… ?

Wooer .

What shall we doe there wench ?

Daugh. Why play at stoole ball . What is there else to doe ? Wooer . I am content If we shall keepe our wedding there . Daugh. T is true For there I will assure you , we shall finde Some blind Priest for the purpose , that will venture To marry us , for here they are nice , and foolish ; Besides my father must be hang'd to morrow And that would be a blot i' th 〈◊〉 Are not you Palamon ? Wooer .

Doe not you know me ?

Daugh. Yes , but you care not for me ; I have nothing But this pore petticoate , and too corse Smockes . Wooer .

That 's all one , I will have you .

Daugh.

Will you surely ?

Wooer .

Yes by this faire hand will I.

Daugh.

Wee 'l to bed then .

Wooer .

Ev'n when you will.

Daugh.

O Sir , you would faine be nibling .

Wooer .

Why doe you rub my kisse off ?

Daugh. T is a sweet one , And will perfume me finely against the wedding . Is not this your Cosen Arcite ? Doctor . Yes sweetheart , And I am glad my Cosen Palamon Has made so faire a choice . Daugh.

Doe you thinke hee 'l have me ?

Doctor .

Yes without doubt .

Daugh.

Doe you thinke so too ?

Iaylor .

Yes .

Daugh. We shall have many children : Lord , how y' ar growne , My Palamon I hope will grow too finely Now he 's at liberty : Alas poore Chicken He was kept downe with hard meate , and ill lodging But I le kisse him up againe . Enter a Messenger . Mess. What doe you here , you 'l loose the noblest sight That ev'r was seene . Iaylor .

Are they i' th Field ?

Mess. They are You beare a charge there too . Iaylor . I le away straight I must ev'n leave you here . Docter . Nay wee 'l goe with you , I will not loose the Fight . Iaylor .

How did you like her ?

Doctor . I le warrant you within these 3. or 4 daies I le make her right againe . You must not from her But still preserve her in this way . Wooer .

I will ,

Doc.

Le ts get her in .

Wooer . Come sweete wee 'l goe to dinner And then wee le play at Cardes . Daugh.

And shall we kisse too ?

Wooer .

A hundréd times

Daugh.

And twenty .

Wooer .

I and twenty .

Daugh.

And then wee 'l sleepe together .

Doc.

Take her offer .

Wooer .

Yes marry will we .

Daugh.

But you shall not hurt me .

Wooer .

I will not sweete .

Daugh.

If you doe ( Love ) I le cry .

Florish Exe●…t .
Seaena 3. Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Emilia , Peritbous : and some Attendants , T. Tucke : Curtis . Emil.

I le no step further .

Per.

Will you loose this sight ?

Emil. I had rather see a wren hawke at a fly Then this decision ev'ry ; blow that falls Threats a brave life , each str●…ake laments The place whereon it fals , and sounds more like A Bell , then blade : I will stay here , It is enough my hearing shall be punishd , With what shall happen , gainst the which there is No deaffing , but to heare ; not taint mine eye With dread sights , it may shun . Pir. Sir , my good Lord Your Sister will no further . Thes. Oh she must . She shall see deeds of honour in their kinde , Which sometime show well pencild . Nature now Shall make , and act the Story , the beleife Both seald with eye , and eare ; you must be present , You are the victours meede , the price , and garlond To crowne the Questions title . Emil. Pardon me , If I were there , I 'ld winke Thes. You must be there ; This Tryall is as t' wer i' th night , and you The onely star to shine . Emil. I am extinct , There is but envy in that light , which showes The one the other : darkenes which ever was The dam of horrour , who do's stand accurst Of many mortall Millions , may even now By casting her blacke mantle over both That neither could finde other , get her selfe Some part of a good name , and many a murther Set off wherto she 's guilty . Hip.

You must goe .

Emil ,

In faith I will not .

Thes. Why the knights must kindle Their valour at your eye : know of this war You are the Treasure , and must needes be by To give the Service pay . Emil , Sir pardon me , The tytle of a kingdome may be tride Out of it selfe . Thes. Well , well then , at your pleasure , Those that remaine with you , could wish their office To any of their Enemies . Hip. Farewell Sister , I am like to know your husband fore your selfe By some small start of time , he whom the gods Doe of the two know best , I pray them he Be made your Lot. Exeunt Theseus , Hipolita , Perithous , &c. Emil. Arcite is gently visagd ; yet his eye Is like an Engyn bent , or a sharpe weapon In a sost sheath ; mercy , and manly courage Are bedfellowes in his visage : Palamon Has a most menacing aspect , his brow Is grav'd , and seemes to bury what it frownes on , Yet sometime t is not so , but alters to The quallity of his thoughts ; long time his eye Will dwell upon his object . Mellencholly Becomes him nobly ; So do's Arcites mirth , But Palamons sadnes is a kinde of mirth , So mingled , as if mirth did make him sad , And sadnes , merry ; those darker humours that Sticke misbecomingly on others , on them Live in faire dwelling . Cornets . Trompets sound as to a charge . Harke how you spurs to spirit doe incite The Princes to their proofe , Arcite may win me , And yet may Palamon wound Arcite to The spoyling of his figure . O what pitty Enough for such a chance ; if I were by I might doe hurt , for they would glance their eies Toward my Seat , and in that motion might Omit a ward , or forfeit an offence Which crav'd that very time : it is much better ( Cornets . a great cry and noice within crying a Palamon . ) I am not there , oh better never born●… Then minister to such harme , what is the chance ? Enter Servant . Ser.

The Crie's a Palamon .

Emil. Then he has won : T was ever likely , He lookd all grace and successe , and he is Doubtlesse the prim'st of men : I pre'thee run And tell me how it goes . Showt , and Cornets : Crying a Palamon . Ser.

Still Palamon .

Emil. Run and enquire , poore Servant thou hast lost , Vpon my right side still I wore thy picture , Palamons on the le●… , why so , I know not , I had no end in 't ; else chance would have it so . Another cry , and showt within , and Cornets . On the sinister side , the heart lyes ; Palamon Had the best boding chance : This burst of clamour Is sure th' end o' th Combat . Enter Servant . Ser. They saide that Palamon had Arcites body Within an inch o' th Pyramid , that the cry Was generall a Palamon : But anon , Th' Assistants made a brave redemption , and The two bold Tytlers , at this instant are Hand to hand at it . Emil. Were they metamorphisd Both into one ; oh why ? there were no woman Worth so composd a Man : their single share , Their noblenes peculier to the●… , gives The prejudice of disparity values shortnes Cornets . Cry within , Arcite , Arcite . To any Lady breathing — More exulting ? Palamon still ? Ser.

Nay , now the sound is Arcite .

Emil. I pre'thee lay attention to the Cry. Cornets . a great sho●…t and cry , Arcite , victory . Set both thine ●…ares to 'th busines . Ser. The cry is Arcite , and victory , harke Arcite , victory , The Combats consummation is proclaim'd By the wind Instruments . Emil. Halfe sights saw That Arcite was no babe : god's lyd , his richnes And costlines of spirit look't through him , it could No more be hid in him , then fire in flax , Then humble banckes can goe to law with waters , That drift windes , force to raging : I did thinke Good Palamon would miscarry , yet I knew not Why I did thinke so ; Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are : They are comming off : Alas poore Palamon . Cornets . Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Pirithous , Arcite as victor , and attendants , &c. Thes. Lo , where our Sister is in expectation , Yet quaking , and unsetled : Fairest Emily . The gods by their divine arbitrament Have given you this Knight , he is a good one As ever strooke at head : Give me your hands ; Receive you her , you him , be plighted with A love that growes , as you decay ; Arcite . Emily , To buy you , I have lost what 's deerest to me , Save what is bought , and yet I purchase cheapely , As I doe rate your value . Thes. O loved Sister , He speakes now of as brave a Knight as ere Did spur a noble Steed : Surely the gods Would have him die a Batchelour , least his race Should shew i' th world too godlike : His behaviour So char●…d me , that me thought Alcides was To him a sow of lead : if I could praise Each part of him to 'th all ; I have spoke , your Arcut●… Did not loose by 't ; For he that was thus good Encountred yet his Better , I have heard Two emulous Philomels , beate the care o' th night With their contentious throates , now one the higher , Anon the other , then againe the first , And by and by out breasted , that the sence Could not be judge betweene 'em : So it far'd Good space betweene these kinesmen ; till heavens did Make hardly one the winner : weare the Girlond With joy that you have won : For the subdude , Give them our present Iustice , since I know Their lives but pinch'em ; Let it here be done : The Sceane 's not for our seeing , goe we hence , Right joyfull , with some sorrow . Arme your prize , I know you will not loose her : Hipolita I see one eye of yours conceives a teare The which it will deliver . Florish. Emi●… . Is this wynning ? Oh all you heavenly powers where is you mercy ? But that your wils have saide it must be so , And charge me live to comfort this unfriended , This miserable Prince , that cuts away A life more worthy from him , then all women ; I should , and would die too . Hip. Infinite pitty That fowre such eies should be so fixd on one That two must needes be blinde for t . Thes.

So it is .

Exeunt .
Scaena 4. Enter Palamon and his Knightes pyniond : laylor , Executioner &c. Gard. Ther 's many a man alive , that hath out liv'd The love o' th people , yea i' th selfesame state Stands many a Father with his childe ; some comfort We have by so considering : we expire And not without mens pitty . To live still , Have their good wishes , we prevent The loathsome misery of age , beguile The Gowt and Rheume , that in lag howres attend For grey approachers ; we come towards the gods Yong , and unwapper'd not , halting under Cry●…es Many and stale : that sure shall please the gods Sooner than such , to give us Nectar with 'em , For we are more cleare Spirits . My deare kinsemen . Whose lives ( for this poore comfort ) are laid downe , You have sould 'em too too cheape . 1. K. What ending could be Of more content ? ore us the victors have Fortune , whose title is as momentary , As to us death is certaine : A graine of honour They not ore'-weigh us . 2. K. Let us bid farewell ; And with our patience , anger tottring Fortune , Who at her certain'st reeles . 3. K.

Come ? who begins ?

Pal. Ev'n he that led you to this Banket , shall Taste to you all : ah ha my Friend , my Friend , Your gentle daughter gave me freedome once ; You 'l see 't done now for ever : pray how do'es she ? I heard she was not well ; her kind of ill gave me some sorrow . Iaylor . Sir she 's well restor'd , And to be marryed shortly . Pal. By my short life I am most glad on 't ; T is the latest thing I shall be glad of , pre'thee tell her so : Commend me to her , and to peece her portion Tender her this . 1. K.

Nay le ts be offerers all .

2. K.

Is it a maide ?

Pal. Verily I thinke so , A right good creature , more to me deserving Then I can quight or speake of . All K.

Commend us to her .

They give their purses . Iaylor . The gods requight you all , And make her thankefull . Pal. Adiew ; and let my life be now as short , As my leave taking . Lies on the Blocke . 1. K.

Leade couragiour Cosin .

1. 2. K.

Wec'l follow cheerefully .

A great noise within crying , run , save hold : Enter in hast a Messenger . Mess.

Hold , hold , O hold , hold , hold .

Enter Pirithous in haste . Pir. Hold hoa : It is a cursed hast you 〈◊〉 If you have done so quickly : noble Palamon , The gods will shew their glory in a life . That thou art yet to leade . Pal. Can that be , When Venus I have said is false ? How doe things fare ? Pir. Arise great Sir , and give the tydings 〈◊〉 That are most early sweet , and bitter . Pal. What Hath wakt us from our dreame ? Pir. List then : your Cosen Mounted upon a Steed that Emily Did first bestow on him , a blacke one , owing Not a hayre 〈◊〉 of white , which some will say Weakens his 〈◊〉 , and many will not buy His goodnesse with this note : Which superstition 〈◊〉 findes allowance : On this horse is Arcite Trotting the stones of Athens , which the Calkins Did rather tell , then trample ; for the horse Would make his length a mile , if 't pleasd his Rider To put pride in him : as he thus went counting The flinty pavement , dancing as t' wer to 'th Musicke His owne 〈◊〉 made ; ( for as they say 〈◊〉 iron Came Musickes origen ) what 〈◊〉 Flint , Cold as old Saturne , and like him possest With fire male volent , darted a Sparke Or what feirce sulphur else , to this end 〈◊〉 , I comment 〈◊〉 ; the hot horse , hot as fire Tooke Toy at this , and fell to what disorder His power could give his will , bounds , comes on end , Forgets schoole dooing , being therein traind , And of kind mannadge , pig-like he whines At the sharpe Rowell , which he freats at rather Then any jot obaies ; seekes all foule meanes Of boystrous and rough Iadrie , to dis-seate His Lord , that kept it bravely : when nought serv'd , When neither Curb would cracke , girth breake nor diffring plunges Dis-roote his Rider whence he grew , but that He kept him tweene his legges , on his hind hoofes on end he stands That Arcites leggs being higher then his head Seem'd with strange art to hang : His victoros wreath Even then fell off his head : and presently Backeward the lade comes ore , and his full poyze Becomes the Riders loade : yet is he living . But such a vessell 〈◊〉 , that floates but for The surge that next approaches : he much desires To have some speech with you : Loe he appeares . Enter Theseus , Hipolita , Emilia , Arcita , in a chaire . Pal. O miserable end of our alliance The gods are 〈◊〉 Arcite , if thy heart , Thy worthie , manly heart be yet unbroken ; Give me thy last words , I am Palamon , One that yet loves thee dying . Arc. Take Emilia And with her , all the worlds joy : Reach thy hand , Farewell : I have told my last houre ; I was false , Yet never treacherous : Forgive me Cosen : One 〈◊〉 from faire Emilia : T is done : Take her : I die . Pal.

Thy brave soule 〈◊〉 Elikium .

〈◊〉 . I le close thine eyes Prince ; blessed soules be with thee , Thou art a right good man , and while I live , This day I give to teares . Pal.

And I to honour .

Thes. In this place first you fought : ev'n very here I sundred you , acknowledge to the gods Our thankes that you are living : His part is playd , and though it were too short He did it well : your day is lengthned , and , The blissefull dew of heaven do's arowze you . The powerfull 〈◊〉 , well hath grac'd her Altar , And given you your love : Our Master Mars Hast vouch'd his Oracle , and to Arcite gave The grace of the Contention : So the Deities Have shewd due justice : Beare this hence . Pal. O Cosen , That we should things desire , which doe cost us The losse of our desire ; That nought could buy Deare love , but losse of deare love . Thes. Never 〈◊〉 Did play a subtler 〈◊〉 : The conquerd triumphes , The victor has the Losse : yet in the passage , The gods have beene most equall : Palamon , Your kinseman hath confest the right o' th Lady Did lye in you , for you first saw her , and Even then proclaimd your fancie : He restord her As your stolne Iewell , and desir'd your spirit To send him hence forgiven ; The gods my justice Take from my hand , and they themselves become The Executioners : Leade your Lady off ; And call your Lovers from the stage of death , Whom I adopt my Frinds . A day or two Let us looke sadly , and give grace unto The Funerall of Arcite , in whose end The visages of 〈◊〉 wee le put on And smile with Palamon ; for whom an houre , But one houre since , I was as dearely sorry , As glad of Arcite : and am now as glad , As for him sorry . O you heavenly Charmers , What things you make of us ? For what we lacke We laugh , for what we have , are sorry still , Are children in some kind . Let us be thankefull For that which is , and with you leave dispute That are above our question : Let 's goe off , And beare us like the time : Florish. Exeunt .
EPILOGVE . I Would now aske ye how ye like the Play , But as it is with Schoole Boyes , cannot say , I am cruell fearefull : pray yet stay a while , And let me looke upon ye : No man smile ? Then it goes hard I see ; He that has Lov'd a yong hansome wench then , show his face : T is strange if none be heere , and if he will Against his Conscience let him hisse , and kill Our Market : T is in vaine , I see to stay yee , Have at the worst can come , then ; Now what say ye ? And yet mistake me not : I am not bold We have no such cause . If the tale we have told ( For t is no other ) any way content ye ) ( For to that honest purpose it was ment ye ) We have our end ; and ye shall have ere long I dare say many a better , to prolong Your old loves to us : we , and all our might , Rest at your service , Gentlemen , good night . Florish. FINIS .
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Notes for div A00969-e160 Florish.
Notes for div A00969-e530 Musike . 2. Hearses ready with Palamon ; and Arcite : the 3. Queenes . Theseus : and his Lordes ready . 3. Hearses ready . This short florish of Cornets and Showtes Within . Cornets in sundry places . Noise and hallowing as people a Maying : Sing . Daughter . Cha●…re and ●…ooles on t . ●…nocke for ●…choole . Enter The Dance . They bow severall wayes : then advance and stand .