2 Friend. Alas, what pity 'tis ! Wooer. I made in to her; I'll warrant you, he had not so few last night She saw me, and straight sought the flood; I In two hours, if his hand be in. sav'd her, And set her safe to land; when presently With such a cry, and swiftness, that believe me Enter Brother, Daughter, and others. Brother. Oh, a very fine one! Daugh. Yes, truly can I; I can sing the Broom, And Bonny Robin. Are not you a tailor? Brother. Yes. Daugh. Where's my wedding-gown? Daugh. Do, very early; I must be abroad else, Oh, fair, oh, sweet, &c. [Sings. Brother. You must ev'n take it patiently. Daugh. Good e'en, good men! Pray did you ever hear Of one young Palamon? Jailor. Yes, wench, we know him. Duugh. Is't not a fine young gentleman ? Juilor. 'Tis love! For a trick that I know: You had best look to her, For if she see him once, she's gone; she's done, And undone in an hour. All the young maids Of our town are in love with him; but I laugh at 'em, And let 'em all alone; is't not a wise course? 1 Friend. Yes. Daugh. There is at least two hundred now with child by him, There must be four; yet I keep close for all this, 2 Friend. This is strange. Daugh. As ever you heard; but say nothing. 1 Friend. No. Daugh. They come from all parts of the dukedom to him: Jailor. She's lost, Past all cure! Brother. Heav'n forbid, man! Daugh. Where's your compass? Daugh. Set it to th' north; And now direct your course to th' wood, where Lies longing for me; for the tackling Brother. Let's get her in. Daugh. What ken'st thou? Daugh. Bear for it, master; tack about. [Sings. When Cinthia with her borrow'd light, &c. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Shall never fall for me: Their weeping mothers, Just such another wanton Ganimede Is but his foil; to him, a mere dull shadow; Of all this sprightly sharpness, not a smile. him: Narcissus was a sad boy, but a heavenly. What a bold gravity, and yet inviting, Has this brown manly face! Oh, Love, this only Alas, I know not! ask me, now, sweet sister; Mess. From the knights. Thes. Pray speak, You that have seen them, what they are. And truly what I think: Six braver spirits I never saw, nor read of. He that stands In the first place with Arcite, by his seeming Should be a stout man, by his face a prince (His very looks so say him); his complexion Nearer a brown, than black; stern, and yet noble, Which shews him hardy, fearless, proud of dangers; The circles of his eyes shew far within him, His hair hangs long behind him, black and shining Like raven's wings; his shoulders broad, and strong; Arms long and round; and on his thigh a sword Thes. Th' hast well described him. Per. I guess he is a prince too, He's somewhat bigger than the knight he spoke of, But of a face far sweeter; his complexion And guides his arm to brave things; fear he cannot, He shews no such soft temper; his head's yellow, Hard-hair'd, and curl'd, thick twin'd, like ivy tops, Not to undo with thunder; in his face The livery of the warlike maid appears, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, PERITHOUS, and Pure red and white, for yet no beard has blest attendants. him; Per. Oh, he that's freckle-faced? Mess. The same, my lord: Are they not sweet ones? Per. Yes, they're well. Mess. Methinks, Being so few, and well disposed, they shew Great, and fine art in Nature. He's white hair'd, Not wanton-white, but such a manly colour Next to an auburn; tough, and nimble set, Which shews an active soul; his arms are brawny, Lin'd with strong sinews; to the shoulder-piece Gently they swell, like women new-conceived, Which speaks him prone to labour, never fainting Under the weight of arms; stout-hearted, still, But, when he stirs, a tiger; he's grey-eyed, Which yields compassion where he conquers; sharp To spy advantages, and where he finds 'em, He shews a lover, when he frowns, a soldier; Per. They're all the sons of honour. Thes. Now, as I have a soul, I long to see 'em! Lady, you shall see men fight now. Hip. I wish it, But not the cause, my lord: They would shew bravely Fighting about the titles of two kingdoms; To be. Thes. You've steel'd 'em with your beauty. Honour'd friend, you I give the field; pray order it. Fitting the persons that must use it. Per. Yes, sir. World, and a better; and what broken piece Of matter soe'er she's about, the name Palamon lards it; that she farces ev'ry Enter Daughter. Business withal, fits it to every question. Look, where she comes! you shall perceive her behaviour. Daugh. I have forgot it quite; the burden on't Was down-a down-a; and penned by no worse man than Giraldo, Emilia's schoolmaster: He's as Fantastical too, as ever he may go upon's legs; For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, And then will she be out of love with Æneas. Doctor. What stuff's here? poor soul ! Jailor. Even thus all day long. Daugh. Now for this charm, that I told you of; you must Bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, That have our livers perish'd, crack'd to pieces Doctor. How prettily she's amiss! note her a little further. Daugh. Faith, I'll tell you; sometime we go to barley-break, We of the bless'd: Alas, 'tis a sore life And usurers' grease, amongst a whole million of cut-purses, And there boil like a gammon of bacon Doctor. How her brain coins! Daugh. Lords and courtiers, that have got They are in this place; they shall stand in fire Freezes: In troth, a very grievous punishment, And then howls; th' other curses a suing fellow, And her garden-house. [Sings.] I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c. [Erit Daugh. Jailor. What think you of her, Sir? Doctor. I think she has a perturbed mind, Which I cannot minister to. Jailor. Alas, what then?. For this her mind beats upon; other objects, That are inserted 'tween her mind and eye, Become the pranks and friskins of her mad ness; Sing to her such green songs of love, as she Is mistress of, and thereto make an addition Doctor. Understand you she ever affected any Of some other compounded odours, which Are grateful to the sense: All this Can sing, and Palamon is sweet, And every good thing; desire to eat with her, Carve her, drink to her, and still among Intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance Into her favour; learn what maids have been Her companions, and play-pheers; and let them Repair to her with Palamon in their mouths, And appear with tokens, as if they suggested for him: It is a falsehood she is in, which is To eat, to sleep, and reduce what are now [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT V. Enter THESEUS, PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, and attendants. Thes. Now let 'em enter, and before the gods Tender their holy prayers! let the temples Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars In hallow'd clouds commend their swelling in cense To those above us! Let no due be wanting! Enter PALAMON, ARCITE, and their Knights. Thes. You valiant and strong-hearted enemies, You royal germane foes, that this day come To blow that nearness out that flames between ye, Lay by your anger for an hour, and dove-like Before the holy altars of your helpers (The all-fear'd gods) bow down your stubborn bodies! Your ire is more than mortal; so your help be! And as the gods regard ye, fight with justice! I'll leave you to your prayers, and betwixt I part my wishes. ye Knights, kinsmen, lovers, yea, my sacrifices, Else wish we to be snails: You know my prize feat Must put my garland on, where she will stick [They kneel. Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn'd Green Neptune into purple; whose approach The teeming Ceres' foyzon; who dost pluck The stony girths of cities; me thy pupil, To be his subject's vassal, and induce 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 I may advance my streamer, and by thee 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 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, Oh, thou that from eleven to ninety reign'st My body to this business. Let us rise |