Knights, kinsmen, lovers, yea, my sacrifices, Else wish we to be snails: You know my prize Must be dragg'd out of blood! force and great feat Must put my garland on, where she will stick The queen of flowers; our intercession then Must be to him that makes the camp a cestron Brim'd with the blood of men; give me your aid And bend your spirits towards him!— [They kneel. Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn'd Green Neptune into purple; whose approach Comets prewarn; whose havoc in vast field Unearthed skulls proclaim; whose breath blows down The teeming Ceres' foyzon; who dost pluck With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds The mason'd turrets; that both mak'st and break'st The stony girths of cities; me thy pupil, To be his subject's vassal, and induce Stale Gravity to dance; the polled bachelor, (Whose youth, like wanton boys thro' bonfires, Have skipt thy flame) at seventy thou canst catch, And make him, to the scorn of his hoarse throat, All moist and cold, some say, began to throw not Had I ken'd all that were; I never practis'd man Young'st follower of thy drum, instruct this day Of eighty winters, (this I told them) who With military skill, that to thy laud 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 clanging of armour, with a short thunder, as the burst of a battle, whereupon they all rise, and bow to the altar. Oh, great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that heal'st with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O'th' pleurisy of people; I do take Thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name To my design march boldly. Let us go! [Exeunt. Enter PALAMON and his Knights, with the former observance. Pal. Our stars must glister with new fire, or be To-day extinct: Our argument is love, | A lass of fourteen brided; 'twas thy power In him seem'd torture; this anatomy To those that boast, and have not, a defier; Give me the victory of this question, which [Here music is heard, doves are seen to flutter, they fall again upon their faces, then on their knees. Oh, thou that from eleven to ninety reign'st My body to this business. Let us rise [Still music of records. Enter EMILIA in white, her hair about her shoulders, a wheaten wreath; one in white holding up her train, her hair stuck with flowers; one before her carrying a silver hind, in which is conveyed incense and sweet odors, which being set upon the altar, her maid standing aloof, she sets fire to it; then they curt'sy and kneel. Have half persuaded her that I'm Palamon; I told her presently, and kiss'd her twice. For there the cure lies mainly. Wooer. Then she told me She'd watch with me to-night, for well she knew Emi. Oh, sacred, shadowy, cold and constant What hour my fit would take me. queen, Abandoner of revels, mute, contemplative, As wind-fann'd snow, who to thy female knights He, of the two pretenders, that best loves me [Here the hind vanishes under the altar, and in the place ascends a rose-tree, having one rose upon it. See what our general of ebbs and flows [Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, and the rose falls from the tree. The flower is fallen, the tree descends! Oh, Doctor. Let her do so; And when your fit comes, fit her home, and presently! Wooer. She'd have me sing. Doctor. 'Twas very ill done then; I have no voice, sir, to confirm her that way. Doctor. That's but a niceness: She has the path before her. Jailor. Thank you, Doctor! Doctor. Pray bring her in, and let's see how she is. Jailor. I will, and tell her Her Palamon stays for her: But, Doctor, [Exit. Doctor. Go, go! You fathers are fine fools: Her honesty? An we should give her physic till we find thatWooer. Why, do you think she is not honest, sir? Doctor. How old is she? But that's all one, 'tis nothing to our purpose: Wooer. Yes, very well, sir. And do it home; it cures her, ipso facto, Enter Jailor, Daughter, and Maid. Doctor. You'll find it so. She comes; pray humour her! Jailor. Come; your love Palamon stays for you, child; And has done this long hour, to visit you. Daugh. I thank him for his gentle patience; He's a kind gentleman, and I'm much bound to him. Did you ne'er see the horse he gave me ? Jailor. Yes. Daugh. How do you like him? Jailor. He's a very fair one. Daugh. You never saw him dance? Daugh. I have often; He dances very finely, very comely; And, for a jig, come cut and long tail to him! He turns you like a top. Jailor. That's fine indeed. Daugh. He'll dance the morris twenty mile And that will founder the best hobby-horse Jailor. Having these virtues, I think he might be brought to play at tennis. Daugh. Alas, that's nothing. Jailor. Can he write and read too? Daugh. A very fair hand; and casts himself th' accounts Of all his hay and provender; that hostler Must rise betime that cozens him. You know The chesnut mare the duke has? But this poor petticoat, and two coarse smocks. Wooer. That's all one; I will have you. Daugh. Will you surely? Wooer. Yes; by this fair hand, will I. Wooer. Even when you will. Daugh. Oh, Sir, you'd fain be nibbling. Wooer. Why do you rub my kiss off? And will perfume me finely 'gainst the wedding. Doctor. Yes, sweetheart; And I am glad my cousin Palamon Daugh. Do you think he'll have me? Daugh. Do you think so too? Jailor. Yes. Daugh. We shall have many children.—Lord, My Palamon I hope will grow too finely, But I will kiss him up again. Enter a Messenger. Mess. What do you here? You'll lose the noblest sight that e'er was seen. I must even leave you here. Doctor. Nay, we'll go with you; I will not lose the fight. Jailor. How did you like her? Doctor. I'll warrant you within these three or four days I'll make her right again. You must not from her, But still preserve her in this way. Threats a brave life; each stroke laments No deafing) but to hear, not taint mine eye Per. Sir, my good lord, Thes. Oh, she must: She shall see deeds of honour in their kind, Which sometime shew well-pencil'd: Nature now Shall make and act the story, the belief Stick misbecomingly on others, on him [Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a charge. I might do hurt; for they would glance their eyes Toward my seat, and in that motion might Which craved that very time; it is much better [Cornets. Cry within, A Palamon! I am not there; oh, better never born Both seal'd with eye and ear. You must be Than minister to such harm!-What is the present; You are the victor's meed, the price and garland To crown the question's title. Emi. Pardon me; If I were there, I'd wink. Thes. You must be there; This trial is as 'twere i'th' night, and you The only star to shine. Emi. I am extinct; Thes. Well, well then, at your pleasure. Those that remain with you could wish their office To any of their enemies. Hip. Farewell, sister! I'm like to know your husband 'fore yourself, [Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, &c. Is graved, and seems to bury what it frowns on; chance? Enter a Servant. Serv. The cry's a Palamon. 'Twas ever likely : He look'd all grace and success, and he is Doubtless the primest of men. I prithee run, And tell me how it goes. [Shout, and cornets; cry, A Palamon! Serv. Still Palamon. Emi. Run and enquire. Poor servant, thou hast lost! Upon my right side still I wore thy picture, [Another cry and shout within, and cornets. On the sinister side the heart lies; Palamon Had the best-boding chance. This burst of clamour Is sure the end o' th' combat. Enter Servant. Serv. They said that Palamon lad Arcite's body Within an inch o' th' pyramid, that the cry Emi. Were they metamorphos'd [Cornets. Cry within, Arcite, Arcite! To any lady breathing.-More exulting? Palamon still? Serv. Nay, now the sound is Arcite. Emi. I prithee lay attention to the cry; [Cornets. A great shout, and cry, Arcite, victory! Set both thine ears to th' business. Serv. The cry is Arcite, and victory! Hark! Arcite, victory! The combat's consummation is proclaim'd By the wind-instruments. Emi. Half-sights saw That Arcite was no babe: God's 'lid, his rich ness And costliness of spirit look'd thro' him! it could No more be hid in him than fire in flax, When oft our fancies are. They're coming off: Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, ARCITE as victor, attendants, &c. Thes. Lo, where our sister is in expectation, Yet quaking, and unsettled. Fairest Emilia, The gods, by their divine arbitrament, Have given you this knight: He is a good one Arc. Emilia, Anon the other, then again the first, Make hardly one the winner. Wear the garland Em. Is this winning? [Flourish. We have by so considering; we expire, 1 Knight. What ending could be As to us death is certain; a grain of honour 2 Knight. Let us bid farewell; And with our patience anger tott'ring Fortune, Who at her certain'st reels. 3 Knight. Come, who begins? Pal. Even he that led you to this banquet, shall Taste to you all. Ah-ha, my friend, my friend! You'll see't done now for ever. Pray how does Your gentle Daughter gave me freedom once; she? I heard she was not well; her kind of ill Gave me some sorrow. Jailor. Sir, she's well restor❜d, And to be married shortly. Pal. By my short life, I am most glad on't! 'tis the latest thing 1 Knight. Nay, let's be offerers all. Pal. Verily, I think so; A right good creature, more to me deserving All Knights. Commend us to her. [Give their purses. Jailor. The gods requite you all, And make her thankful! Pal. Adieu! and let my life be now as short As my leave-taking. [Lies on the block. 1 Knight. Lead, courageous cousin! 2 Knight. We'll follow cheerfully. [A great noise within, crying, Run, save, hold! Enter in haste a Messenger. Mess. Hold, hold! oh, hold, hold, hold! Enter PERITHOUS in haste. Per. Hold, hoa! it is a cursed haste you made, If you have done so quickly.-Noble Palamon, The gods will shew their glory in a life |