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Actus Secundus.
Scæna Prima.
Enter Jaylor and Wooer.Jail.
I may depart with little, while I live, something I
May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I
Keep, though it be for great ones, yet they seldom
Come; before one Salmon, you shall take a number
Of Minnows: I am given out to be better lin'd
Than it can appear, to me report is a true
Speaker: I would I were really, that I am
Deliver'd to be: Marry, what I have (be it what
It will) I will assure upon my daughter at
The day of my death.
Wooer.
Sir, I demand no more than your own offer,
And I will estate your Daughter, in what I
Have promised,
Jail.
Well, we will talk more of this, when the solemnity
Is past; But have you a full promise of her?
Enter Daughter.
When that shall be seen, I tender my consent.
Wooer.
I have Sir; here she comes.
Jail.
Your friend and I have chanced to name
You here, upon the old business: but no more of that.
Now, so soon as the Court-hurry is over, we will
Have an end of it: I'th' mean time look tenderly
To the two prisoners. I can tell you they are Princes.
Daugh.
These strewings are for their Chamber; 'tis pity they
Are in prison, and 'twere pity they should be out: I
Do think they have patience to make any adversity
Asham'd; the prison it self is proud of 'em; and
They have all the world in their Chamber.
Jail.
They are sam'd to be a pair of absolute men.
Daugh.
By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em, they
Stand a grief above the reach of report.
Jail.
I heard them reported in the battel, to be the only doers.
Daugh.
Nay, most likely, for they are noble sufferers; I
Marvel how they would have look'd, had they been
Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce
A freedom out of bondage, making misery their
Mirth, and affliction a toy to jest at.
Jail.
Doe they so?
Daugh.
It seems to me, they have no more sence of their
Captivity, than I of ruling Athens: they eat
Well, look merrily, discourse of many things,
But nothing of their own restraint, and disasters:
Yet sometime a divided sigh, martyr'd as 'twere
I'th' deliverance, will break from one of them,
When the other presently gives it so sweet a rebuke,
That I could wish my self a sigh to be so chid,
Or at least a sigher to be comforted.
Wooer.
I never saw 'em.
Jail.
The Duke himself came privately in the night.
Enter Palamon, and Arcite above.
And so did they, what the reason of it is, I
Know not: Look, yonder they are; that's
Arcite looks out.
Daugh.
No Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the
Lower of the twain; you may perceive a part
Of him.
Jail.
Go to, leave your pointing; they would not
Make us their object; out of their sight.
Daugh.
It is a holliday to look on them: Lord, the
Diff'rence of men.
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Palamon, and Arcite in prison.Pal.
How do you, Noble Cosin?
Arcite.
How do you, Sir?
Pal.
Why, strong enough to laugh at misery,
And bear the chance of war yet, we are prisoners
I fear for ever Cosin.
Arcite.
I believe it,
And to that destiny have patiently
Laid up my hour to come.
Pal.
Oh Cosin Arcite,
Where is Thebs now? where is our noble Countrey?
Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more
Must we behold those comforts, never see
The hardy youths strive for the Games of honor
(Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies)
Like tall Ships under Sail: then start amongst 'em
And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behind us,
Like lazy Clouds, whilst Palamon and Arcite.
Even in the wagging of a wanton leg
Out-stript the peoples praises, won the Garlands,
E'r they have time to wish 'em ours. Oh never
Shall we two exercise, like twins of honor,
Our Arms again, and feel our fiery horses,
Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now.
(Better the red-ey'd god of War nev'r were)
Bravish'd our sides, like age, must run to rust,
And deck the Temples of those gods that hate us,
These hands shall never draw 'em out like light'ning
To blast whole Armies more.
Arcite.
No Palamon,
Those hopes are prisoners with us, here we are
And here the graces of our youths must wither
Like a too-timely Spring; here age must find us,
And which is heaviest (Palamon) unmarried,
The sweet embraces of a loving wife
Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids
Shall never claspe our necks, 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 arms, and say
Remember what your Fathers were, and conquer.
The fair-ey'd Maids, shall weep our banishments,
And in their Songs, curse ever-blinded fortune
Till she 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,
Hear nothing, but the clock that tels our woes.
The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it:
Summer shall come, and with her all delights;
But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.
Pal.
'Tis too true Arcite. To our Theban hounds,
That shook the aged Forrest with their ecchoes,
No more now must we hollo, no more shake
Our pointed Javelins, whilst the angry Swine
Flies like a Parthian quiver from our rages,
Struck with our well-steel'd Darts: All valiant uses,
(The food and nourishment of noble minds,)
In us two here shall perish; we shall die
(Which is the curse of honor) lastly,
Children of grief, and Ignorance,
Arc.
Yet Cosin,
Even from the bottom of these miseries
From all that fortune can inflict upon us,
I see two comforts rising, two meer blessings,
If the gods please to hold here a brave patience,
And the enjoying of our griefs together.
Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish
If I think this our prison.
Pala.
Certainly,
'Tis a main goodness, Cosin, that our fortunes
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Put in two noble bodies, let 'em suffer
The gaul of hazard, so they grow together,
Will never sink, 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 Cosin?
Arc.
Let's think this prison, Holy Sanctuary,
To keep us from corruption of worse men,
We are young, and yet desire the wayes of honour,
That liberty and common conversation,
The poison of pure spirits, might, like women,
Wooe us to wander from. What worthy blessing
Can be but our imaginations
May make it ours? And here being thus together,
We are an endless mine to one another;
We are one anothers Wife, ever begetting
New births of love; we are Father, Friends, Acquaintance,
We are, in one another, Families,
I am your Heir, and you are mine: This place
Is our Inheritance: no hard oppressor
Dare take this from us; here with a little patience
We shall live long, and loving: No surfeits seek us:
The hand of War hurts none here, nor the Seas
Swallow their youth: were we at liberty,
A Wife might part us lawfully, or business,
Quarrels consume us: Envy of ill men
Crave our acquaintance, I might sicken Cosin,
Where you should never know it, and so perish
Without your noble hand to close mine eyes,
Or prayers to the gods; a thousand chances
Were we from hence, would sever us.
Pal.
You have made me
(I thank you Cosin Arcite) almost wanton
With my Captivity: what a misery
It is to live abroad? and every where:
'Tis like a Beast me thinks: I find the Court here,
I'm sure a more content, and all those pleasures
That wooe the Wills of men to vanity,
I see through now; and am sufficient
To tell the world, 'tis but a gaudy shadow,
That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him,
What had we been old in the Court of Creon,
Where sin is Justice, Lust, and Ignorance,
The virtues of the great ones: Cosin Arcite
Had not the loving gods found this place for us
We had di'd as they doe, ill old men unwept,
And had their Epitaphs, the peoples Curses,
Shall I say more?
Arc.
I would hear you still.
Pal.
Ye shall.
Is there record of any two that lov'd
Better than we two Arcite?
Arc.
Sure there cannot.
Pal.
I doe not think it possible our friendship
Should ever leave us.
Arc.
Till our deaths it cannot.
Enter Emilia and her Woman.
And after death our spirits shall be led
To those that love eternally. Speak on Sir.
This Garden has a world of pleasures in't.
Emil.
What Flower is this?
Wom.
'Tis call'd Narcissus, Madam.
Emil.
That was a fair Boy certain, but a fool,
To love himself, were there not Maids enough?
Arc.
Pray forward.
Pal.
Yes.
Emil.
Or were they all hard-hearted?
Wom.
They could not be to one so fair.
Emil.
Thou wouldst not.
Wom.
I think I should not, Madam.
Emil.
That's a good wench:
But take heed to your kindness though.
Wom.
Why Madam?
Emil.
Men are mad things.
Arcite.
Will ye go forward, Cosin?
Emil.
Canst not thou work such Flowers in Silk wench?
Wom.
Yes.
Emil.
I'll have a Gown full of 'em, and of these,
This is a pretty colour, wil't not do
Rarely upon a skirt wench?
Wom.
Dainty Madam.
Arc.
Cosin, Cosin, how do 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 she is a Goddess.
Arcite.
Ha.
Pal.
Do reverence.
She is a Goddess Arcite.
Emil.
Of all Flowers,
Methinks a Rose is best.
Wom.
Why gentle Madam?
Emil.
It is the very Emblem of a Maid.
For when the West wind courts her gently
How modestly she blows, and paints the Sun,
With her chaste blushes? When the North comes near her,
Rude and impatient, then like Chastity
She locks her beauties in her bud again,
And leaves him to base briers,
Wom.
Yet good Madam,
Sometimes her modesty will blow so far
She falls for't: a Maid
If she have any honor, would be loth
To take example by her.
Emil.
Thou art wanton.
Arc.
She is wondrous fair.
Pal.
She is all the beauty extant.
Emil.
The Sun grows high, let's walk in, keep these flowers,
We'll see how near Art can come near their colours;
I'm wondrous merry-hearted, I could laugh now.
Wom.
I could lie down I am sure.
Emil.
And take one with you?
Wom.
That's as we bargain, Madam,
Emil.
Well, agree then.
Exeunt Emilia and Woman.
Pal.
What think you of this beauty?
Arc.
'Tis a rare one.
Pal.
Is't but a rare one?
Arc.
Yes, a matchless beauty,
Pal.
Might not a man well lose himself, and love her?
Arc.
I cannot tell what you have done, I have,
Beshrew mine eyes for't, now I feel my Shackles.
Pal.
You love her then?
Arc.
Who would not?
Pal.
And desire her?
Arc.
Before 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 do; to worship her;
As she is heavenly, and a blessed goddess;
(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 denie me?
Pal.
I that first saw her; I that took possession
First with mine eye of all those beauties
In her reveal'd to mankind: if thou lov'st her;
Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes,
Thou art a Traitor Arcite, and a fellow
False as thy Title to her: friendship, bloud
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If thou once think upon her.
Arc.
Yes, I love her,
And if the lives of all my name lay on it,
I must do so, I love her with my soul,
If that will lose ye, farewel Palamon.
I say again, I love, and in loving her, maintain
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 Son.
Pal.
Have I call'd thee friend?
Arc.
Yes, and have found me so; why are you mov'd thus?
Let me deal coldly with you, am not I
Part of your blood, part of your soul? you have told me
That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite.
Pal.
Yes.
Arc.
Am not I liable to those affections,
Those joyes, griefs, angers, fears, my friend shall suffer?
Pal.
Ye may be.
Arc.
Why then would you deal so cunningly,
So strangely, so unlike a Noble Kinsman
To love alone? speak truly, do you think me
Unworthy of her sight?
Pal.
No, but unjust,
If thou pursue that fight.
Arc.
Because another
First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still
And let mine honor down, 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 freedom: else if thou pursuest her,
Be as that cursed man that hates his Countrey,
A branded villain.
Arc.
You are mad.
Pal.
I must be.
Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concerns me,
And in this madness, if I hazard thee
And take thy life, I deal but truly.
Arc.
Fie Sir.
You play the child extreamly: I will love her,
I must, I ought to do so, and I dare,
And all this justly.
Pal.
Oh that now, that now
Thy false-self, and thy friend, had but this fortune
To be one hour at liberty, and graspe
Our good swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee
What 'twere to filch affection from another:
Thou art baser in it than a Cutpurse;
Put but thy head out of this window more,
And as I have a soul, I'll nail thy life to't.
Arc.
Thou dar'st not fool, thou canst not, thou art feeble.
Put my head out? I'll throw my Body out,
And leap the Garden, when I see her next.
Enter Keeper.
And pitch between her Arms to anger thee.
Pal.
No more; the Keepers coming; I shall live
To knock thy brains out with my Shackles.
Arc.
Doe.
Keep.
By your leave, Gentlemen.
Pala.
Now honest Keeper?
Keep.
Lord Arcite, you must presently to th'Duke;
The cause I know not yet.
Arc.
I am ready Keeper.
Keep.
Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you
Of your fair Cosins 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 Bloud and Body: but his falshood,
Why should a friend be treacherous? if that
Get him a Wife so noble, and so fair;
Let honest men ne'er love again. Once more
I would but see this fair one: blessed Garden,
And Fruit, and Flowers more blessed that still blossom
As her bright eies shine on ye. Would I were
For all the fortune of my life hereafter
Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricock;
How I would spread, and fling my wanton arms
In at her window; I would bring her fruit
Fit for the gods to feed on: youth and pleasure
Still as she tasted should be doubled on her,
And if she be not heavenly, I would make her
So near the gods in nature, they should fear her.
Enter Keeper.
And then I'm sure she would love me: how now Keeper,
Where's Arcite?
Keep.
Banish'd: Prince Pirithous
Obtain'd his liberty; but never more
Upon his oath and life must he set foot
Upon this Kingdom.
Pal.
He's a blessed man,
He shall see Thebes again, and call to Arms
The bold young men, that when he bids 'em charge,
Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune,
If he dare make himself a worthy Lover,
Yet in the Field to strike a battel for her;
And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward;
How bravely may he bear himself to win her
If he be noble Arcite; thousand ways.
Were I at liberty, I would do things
Of such a virtuous greatness, that this Lady,
This blushing Virgin should take manhood to her
And seek to ravish me.
Keep.
My Lord for you
I have this charge too.
Pal.
To discharge my life.
Keep.
No, but from this place to remove your Lordship,
The windows are too open.
Pal.
Devils take 'em
That are so envious to me; prethee 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 bring'st such pelting scurvy news continually
Thou art not worthy life; I will not go.
Keep.
Indeed you must my Lord.
Pal.
May I see the Garden?
Keep.
No.
Pal.
Then I am resolv'd, I will not go.
Keep.
I must constrain you then: and, for you are dangerous
I'll clap more irons on you.
Pal.
Doe good Keeper.
I'll shake 'em so, ye shall not sleep,
I'll make ye a new Morriffe, must I goe?
Keep.
There is no remedy.
Pal.
Farewel kind window.
May rude wind never hurt thee. Oh my Lady,
If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was,
Dream how I suffer. Come; now bury me.
Exeunt Palamon and Keeper.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Arcite.Arcite.
Banish'd the Kingdom? 'tis a benefit,
A mercy I must thank 'em for, but banish'd
The free enjoying of that face I die for,
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Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance
That were I old and wicked, all my sins
Could never pluck upon me; Palamon;
Thou hast the Start now, thou shalt stay and see
Her bright eyes break each morning 'gainst thy window,
And let in life into thee; Thou shalt feed
Upon the sweetness of a noble beauty,
That nature never exceeded, nor never shall:
Good gods? what happiness has Palamon?
Twenty to one, he'll come to speak to her,
And if she be as gentle, as she's fair,
I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame
Tempests, and make the wild Rocks wanton. Come what can come,
The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdom,
I know mine own is but a heap of ruins,
And no redress there, if I go, he has her,
I 'm resolv'd an other shape shall make me,
Or end my fortunes. Either way, I 'm happy:
I'll see her, and be near her, or no more.
Enter 4. Country people, & one with a garland before them.
1.
My Masters, I'll be there that's certain.
2.
And I'll be there.
3.
And I.
4.
Why then have with ye Boys; 'Tis but chiding,
Let the plough play to day, I'll ticktl' out
Of the jades tails to morrow.
1.
I'm sure
To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey:
But that's all one, I'll goe through, let her mumble.
2.
Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her,
And all's made up again.
3.
I, do but put a fesku 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 ail us?
3.
Areas, will be there.
2.
And Sennois.
And Rycas, and 3. Better lads never danc'd under green Tree,
And yet know what wenches: ha?
But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster keep touch
Doe you think: For he do's all ye know.
3.
He'll eat a hornbook ere he fail: goe too, the matter's
too far driven between him, and the Tanners daughter,
to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she
must dance too.
4.
Shall we be lusty.
2.
All the Boys in Athens blow wind i'th' breech on's,
and here I'll be and there I'll be, for our Town, and here
again, and there again: Ha, Boys, heigh for the weavers.
1.
This must be done i'th' woods.
4.
O pardon me.
2.
By any means our thing of learning sees so: Where
he himself will edifie the Duke most parlously in our behalfs:
He's excellent i'th' woods, bring him to'th' plains,
his learning makes no cry.
3.
We'll see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: and
Sweet Companions lets rehearse by any means, before
May come on't.
4.
Content; the sports once ended, we'll perform. Away
Boys and hold.
Arc.
By your leaves honest friends: Pray you wither goe you.
4.
Whither? Why, what a question's that?
Arc.
Yes, 'tis a question, to me that know not.
3.
To the Games, my Friend
2.
Where were you bred you know it not?
Arc.
Not far Sir,
Are there such Games, to day?
1.
Yes marry are there:
And such as you never saw; The Duke, himself
Will be in person there.
Arc.
What pastimes are they?
2.
Wrastling, and Running; 'Tis a pretty Fellow.
3.
Thou wilt not goe along.
Arc.
Not yet Sir.
4.
Well Sir
Take your own time, come Boys.
1.
My mind misgives me
This fellow has a veng'ance trick o'th hip,
Marke how his Bodi's made for't
2.
I'll be hang'd though
If he dare venture, hang him plumb-porredge,
He wrestle? He rost eggs. Come lets be gon Lads.
Exeunt 4.
Arc.
This is an offer'd oportunity
I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled,
The best men call'd it excellent, and run
Swifter, than wind upon a feild of Corn
(Curling the wealthy ears) never slew: I'll venture,
And in some poor disguize be there, who knows
Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands?
And happiness prefer me to a place,
Where I may ever dwell in sight of her.
Exit Arcite
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Jailors Daughter alone.Daugh.
Why should I love this Gentleman? 'Tis odds
He never will affect me; I'm base,
My Father the mean Keeper of his Prison,
And he a Prince; To marry him is hopeless;
To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't;
What pushes are we wenches driven to
When fifteen once has found us? First I saw him,
I (seeing) though 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 pittied him,
And so would any young wench o'my Conscience
That ever dream'd, or vow'd her Maydenhead
To a young hansom Man, Then I lov'd him,
(Extremely lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him,
And yet he had Cosen, fair as he too.
But in my heart was Palamon, and there
Lord, what a coyl he keepes? To hear 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 bows his noble body, then salutes me, thus:
Fair, gentle Mayd, good-morrow, may thy goodness,
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 fain 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.
This short florish of Cornets and Showtes within.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Pirithous, Emilia: Arcite with a Garland, &c.Thes.
You have done worthily, I have not seen
Since Hercules, a man of tougher sinews;
What ere you are, you run the best, and wrestle,
That these times can allow.
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I'm 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 heir?
Arcite.
His youngest Sir.
Thes.
Your Father
Sure is a happy Suie, then: What proves you?
Arcite.
A little of all noble Qualities:
I could have kept a Hawk, and well have hollow'd
To a deep crie of Dogs; I dare not praise
My seat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me
Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest,
I would be thought a Soldier.
Thes.
You are perfect.
Pirith.
Upon my soul, a proper man.
Emilia.
He is so.
Per.
How doe you like him Ladie?
Hip.
I admire him,
I have not seen so young a man, so noble
(If he say true,) of his sort.
Emil.
Believe,
His mother was a wondrous handsome woman,
His face me thinks, goes that way.
Hip.
But his Body
And firie mind, illustrate a brave Father.
Per.
Mark how his virtue, like a hidden Sun,
Breaks through his baser garments.
Hip.
He's well got sure.
Thes.
What made you seek this place Sir?
Arc.
Noble Theseus.
To purchase name, and doe my ablest service
To such a well-sound wonder, as thy worth,
For only in thy Court, of all the world
Dwells fair-ey'd 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.
Thanks Theseus.
What ere you are y'are mine, and I shall give you
To a most noble service, to this Lady,
This bright young Virgin; Pray observe her goodness;
You have honour'd her fair birth-day, with your virtues,
And as your due y'are hers: kiss her fair hand Sir.
Arc.
Sir, y'are a noble Giver: dearest Beautie,
Thus let me seal my vow'd 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 soon see't:
Y'are mine, and somewhat better than your ranck I'll use you.
Per.
I'll see you furnish'd, and because you say
You are a horseman, I must needs intreat you
This after noon to ride, but 'tis 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 Dian's wood: wait well Sir,
Upon your Mistris: Emely, I hope
He shall not goe a foot.
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'll find a loving Mistris.
Arc.
If I doe not,
Let me find that my Father ever hated,
Disgrace, and blows.
Thes.
Go lead the way; You have won it:
It shall be so; You shall receive all dues
Fit for the honor you have won; 'Twere 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.
Scæna 6.
Enter Jaylors Daughter alone.Daughter.
Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore,
He is at liberty: I have ventur'd 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 Brook, and there he shall keep close,
Till I provide him Fyles, and food; for yet
His yron bracelets are not off. O Love
What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father
Durst better have indur'd cold iron, 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
Find me, and then condemne me for't; Some wenches,
Some honest hearted Maids, 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, Maids will not so easily
Trust men again: And yet he has not thank'd me
For what I have done: no not so much as kist me,
And that (me thinks) is not so well; Nor scarcely
Could I persuade 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'll proclaim him,
And to his face, no man: I'll presently
Provide him necessaries, and pack my cloaths up,
And where there is a path of ground I'll venture
So he be with me; By him, like a shadow
I'll ever dwell; Within this hour the whoobub
Will be all o'er the prison: I'm then
Kissing the man they look for: Farewell Father,
Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters,
And shortly you may keep your self. Now to him:
Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hollowing as people a Maying.
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