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twg_000000028600 | a cutpurse. Put but thy head out of this window more And, as I have a soul, Ill nail thy life to t. ARCITE. Thou darst not, fool, thou canst not, thou art feeble. Put my head out? Ill throw my body out And leap the garden, when I see her next And pitch between her arms, to anger thee. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028601 | Enter Jailer. PALAMON. No more; the keepers coming. I shall live To knock thy brains out with my shackles. ARCITE. Do! JAILER. By your leave, gentlemen. PALAMON. Now, honest keeper? JAILER. Lord Arcite, you must presently to th Duke; The cause I know not yet. ARCITE. I am ready, keeper. JAILER. Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you Of your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028602 | fair cousins company. [_Exeunt Arcite and Jailer._] PALAMON. And me too, Even when you please, of life.Why is he sent for? It may be he shall marry her; hes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028603 | noble and so fair, Let honest men neer 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 eyes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028604 | 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 Jailer. And then I am sure she would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028605 | love me. How now, keeper? Wheres Arcite? JAILER. Banished. Prince Pirithous Obtained his liberty, but never more Upon his oath and life must he set foot Upon this kingdom. PALAMON. Hes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028606 | a fortune, If he dare make himself a worthy lover, Yet in the field to strike a battle for her; And, if he lose her then, hes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028607 | this lady, This blushing virgin, should take manhood to her And seek to ravish me. JAILER. My lord for you I have this charge to PALAMON. To discharge my life? JAILER. No, but from this place to remove your lordship; The windows are too open. PALAMON. Devils take em, That are so envious to me! Prithee, kill me. JAILER. And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028608 | hang fort afterward! PALAMON. By this good light, Had I a sword I would kill thee. JAILER. Why, my Lord? PALAMON. Thou bringst such pelting, scurvy news continually, Thou art not worthy life. I will not go. JAILER. Indeed, you must, my lord. PALAMON. May I see the garden? JAILER. No. PALAMON. Then I am resolved, I will not go. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028609 | JAILER. I must constrain you then; and, for you are dangerous, Ill clap more irons on you. PALAMON. Do, good keeper. Ill shake em so, ye shall not sleep; Ill make you a new morris. Must I go? JAILER. There is no remedy. PALAMON. Farewell, kind window. May rude wind never hurt thee!O, my lady, If ever thou hast felt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028610 | what sorrow was, Dream how I suffer.Come, now bury me. [_Exeunt Palamon and Jailer._] SCENE III. The country near Athens Enter Arcite. ARCITE. Banished the kingdom? Tis a benefit, A mercy I must thank em for; but banished The free enjoying of that face I die for, O, twas a studied punishment, a death Beyond imagination, such a vengeance That, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028611 | 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 neer exceeded nor neer shall. Good gods, what happiness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028612 | has Palamon! Twenty to one, hell come to speak to her; And if she be as gentle as shes fair, I know shes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028613 | ruins, And no redress there. If I go, he has her. I am resolved another shape shall make me Or end my fortunes. Either way I am happy. Ill see her and be near her, or no more. Enter four Countrymen, and one with a garland before them. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. My masters, Ill be there, thats certain. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028614 | Ill be there. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. And I. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Why, then, have with you, boys. Tis but a chiding. Let the plough play today; Ill tickle t out Of the jades tails tomorrow. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. I am sure To have my wife as jealous as a turkey, But thats all one. Ill go through; let her mumble. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. Clap | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028615 | her aboard tomorrow night, and stow her, And alls made up again. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Ay, do but put A fescue in her fist and you shall see her Take a new lesson out and be a good wench. Do we all hold against the Maying? FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Hold? What should ail us? THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Arcas will be there. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028616 | And Sennois. And Rycas; and three better lads neer danced Under green tree. And ye know what wenches, ha? But will the dainty domine, the schoolmaster, Keep touch, do you think? For he does all, ye know. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Hell eat a hornbook ere he fail. Go to; The matters too far driven between him And the tanners daughter to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028617 | let slip now; And she must see the Duke, and she must dance too. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Shall we be lusty? SECOND COUNTRYMAN. All the boys in Athens Blow wind i th breech on s. And here Ill be, And there Ill be, for our town, and here again, And there again. Ha, boys, hey for the weavers! FIRST COUNTRYMAN. This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028618 | must be done i th woods. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. O, pardon me. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. By any means; our thing of learning says so Where he himself will edify the Duke Most parlously in our behalfs. Hes excellent i th woods; Bring him to th plains, his learning makes no cry. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Well see the sports, then every man to s | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028619 | tackle; And, sweet companions, lets rehearse, by any means, Before the ladies see us, and do sweetly, And God knows what may come on t. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Content; the sports once ended, well perform. Away, boys, and hold. ARCITE. By your leaves, honest friends: pray you, whither go you? FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Whither? Why, what a questions that? ARCITE. Yes, tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028620 | a question To me that know not. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. To the games, my friend. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. Where were you bred, you know it not? ARCITE. Not far, sir; Are there such games today? FIRST COUNTRYMAN. Yes, marry, are there, And such as you never saw; the Duke himself Will be in person there. ARCITE. What pastimes are they? SECOND COUNTRYMAN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028621 | Wrestling, and running.Tis a pretty fellow. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Thou wilt not go along? ARCITE. Not yet, sir. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Well, sir, Take your own time. Come, boys. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. My mind misgives me, This fellow has a vengeance trick o th hip; Mark how his bodys made for t. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. Ill be hanged, though, If he dare venture. Hang | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028622 | him, plum porridge! He wrestle? He roast eggs! Come, lets be gone, lads. [_Exeunt Countrymen._] ARCITE. This is an offered opportunity I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled The best men called it excellentand run Swifter than wind upon a field of corn, Curling the wealthy ears, never flew. Ill venture, And in some poor disguise be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028623 | 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._] SCENE IV. Athens. A room in the prison Enter Jailers Daughter alone. DAUGHTER. Why should I love this gentleman? Tis odds He never will affect me. I am base, My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028624 | father the mean keeper of his prison, And he a prince. To marry him is hopeless; To be his whore is witless. Out upon t! What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028625 | If he please to bestow it so, as ever These eyes yet looked on. Next, I pitied him, And so would any young wench, o my conscience, That ever dreamed, or vowed her maidenhead To a young handsome man. Then I loved him, Extremely loved him, infinitely loved him! And yet he had a cousin, fair as he too, But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028626 | in my heart was Palamon, and there, Lord, what a coil he keeps! 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028627 | maid, good morrow. May thy goodness Get thee a happy husband. Once he kissed me; I loved my lips the better ten days after. Would he would do so evry day! He grieves much And me as much to see his misery. What should I do to make him know I love him? For I would fain enjoy him. Say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028628 | I ventured To set him free? What says the law then? Thus much for law or kindred! I will do it; And this night, or tomorrow, he shall love me. [_Exit._] SCENE V. An open place in Athens A short flourish of cornets and shouts within. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Pirithous, Emilia; Arcite in disguise as a countryman, with a garland, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028629 | Attendants, and others. THESEUS. You have done worthily. I have not seen, Since Hercules, a man of tougher sinews. Whateer you are, you run the best and wrestle, That these times can allow. ARCITE. I am proud to please you. THESEUS. What country bred you? ARCITE. This; but far off, Prince. THESEUS. Are you a gentleman? ARCITE. My father said | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028630 | so; And to those gentle uses gave me life. THESEUS. Are you his heir? ARCITE. His youngest, sir. THESEUS. Your father Sure is a happy sire then. What profess you? ARCITE. A little of all noble qualities. I could have kept a hawk and well have hallowed To a deep cry of dogs. I dare not praise My feat in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028631 | horsemanship, yet they that knew me Would say it was my best piece; last, and greatest, I would be thought a soldier. THESEUS. You are perfect. PIRITHOUS. Upon my soul, a proper man. EMILIA. He is so. PIRITHOUS. How do you like him, lady? HIPPOLYTA. I admire him. I have not seen so young a man so noble, If he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028632 | say true, of his sort. EMILIA. Believe, His mother was a wondrous handsome woman; His face, methinks, goes that way. HIPPOLYTA. But his body And fiery mind illustrate a brave father. PIRITHOUS. Mark how his virtue, like a hidden sun, Breaks through his baser garments. HIPPOLYTA. Hes well got, sure. THESEUS. What made you seek this place, sir? ARCITE. Noble | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028633 | Theseus, To purchase name and do my ablest service To such a well-found wonder as thy worth; For only in thy court, of all the world, Dwells fair-eyed Honour. PIRITHOUS. All his words are worthy. THESEUS. Sir, we are much indebted to your travel, Nor shall you lose your wish.Pirithous, Dispose of this fair gentleman. PIRITHOUS. Thanks, Theseus. Whateer you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028634 | are, youre mine, and I shall give you To a most noble service: to this lady, This bright young virgin; pray, observe her goodness. You have honoured her fair birthday with your virtues, And, as your due, youre hers; kiss her fair hand, sir. ARCITE. Sir, youre a noble giver.Dearest beauty, Thus let me seal my vowed faith. [_He kisses | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028635 | her hand._] When your servant, Your most unworthy creature, but offends you, Command him die, he shall. EMILIA. That were too cruel. If you deserve well, sir, I shall soon see t. Youre mine, and somewhat better than your rank Ill use you. PIRITHOUS. Ill see you furnished, and because you say You are a horseman, I must needs entreat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028636 | you This afternoon to ride, but tis a rough one. ARCITE. I like him better, Prince; I shall not then Freeze in my saddle. THESEUS. Sweet, you must be ready, And you, Emilia,and you, friend,and all, Tomorrow by the sun, to do observance To flowery May, in Dians wood.Wait well, sir, Upon your mistress.Emily, I hope He shall not go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028637 | afoot. EMILIA. 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 Youll find a loving mistress. ARCITE. If I do not, Let me find that my father ever hated, Disgrace and blows. THESEUS. Go lead the way; you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028638 | have won it. It shall be so; you shall receive all dues Fit for the honour 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. EMILIA. I hope too wise for that, sir. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Athens. Before the prison Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028639 | Jailers Daughter alone. DAUGHTER. Let all the dukes and all the devils roar, He is at liberty! I have ventured 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028640 | close Till I provide him files and food, for yet His iron bracelets are not off. O Love, What a stout-hearted child thou art! My father Durst better have endured cold iron than done it. I love him beyond love and beyond reason, Or wit, or safety. I have made him know it; I care not, I am desperate. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028641 | the law Find me and then condemn 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 do, maids will not so easily | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028642 | Trust men again. And yet he has not thanked me For what I have done; no, not so much as kissed me, And that, methinks, is not so well; nor scarcely Could I persuade him to become a free man, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me and to my father. Yet I hope, When he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028643 | considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him. Let him do What he will with me, so he use me kindly; For use me so he shall, or Ill proclaim him, And to his face, no man. Ill presently Provide him necessaries and pack my clothes up, And where there is a path of ground Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028644 | venture, So he be with me. By him, like a shadow Ill ever dwell. Within this hour the hubbub Will be all oer the prison. I am then Kissing the man they look for. Farewell, father! Get many more such prisoners and such daughters, And shortly you may keep yourself. Now to him. [_Exit._] ACT III SCENE I. A forest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028645 | near Athens Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hallowing as people a-Maying. Enter Arcite alone. ARCITE. The Duke has lost Hippolyta; each took A several land. This is a solemn rite They owe bloomed May, and the Athenians pay it To th heart of ceremony. O Queen Emilia, Fresher than May, sweeter Than her gold buttons on the boughs, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028646 | all Th enameled knacks o th mead or gardenyea, We challenge too the bank of any nymph That makes the stream seem flowers; thou, O jewel O th wood, o th world, hast likewise blessed a pace With thy sole presence. In thy rumination That I, poor man, might eftsoons come between And chop on some cold thought! Thrice blessed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028647 | chance To drop on such a mistress, expectation Most guiltless on t. Tell me, O Lady Fortune, Next after Emily my sovereign, how far I may be proud. She takes strong note of me, Hath made me near her, and this beauteous morn, The primst of all the year, presents me with A brace of horses; two such steeds might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028648 | well Be by a pair of kings backed, in a field That their crowns titles tried. Alas, alas, Poor cousin Palamon, poor prisoner, thou So little dreamst upon my fortune that Thou thinkst thyself the happier thing, to be So near Emilia; me thou deemst at Thebes, And therein wretched, although free. But if Thou knewst my mistress breathed on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028649 | me, and that I eared her language, lived in her eye, O coz, What passion would enclose thee! Enter Palamon as out of a bush, with his shackles; he bends his fist at Arcite. PALAMON. Traitor kinsman, Thou shouldst perceive my passion, if these signs Of prisonment were off me, and this hand But owner of a sword. By all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028650 | oaths in one, I and the justice of my love would make thee A confessed traitor! O thou most perfidious That ever gently looked, the voidst of honour That eer bore gentle token, falsest cousin That ever blood made kin! Callst thou her thine? Ill prove it in my shackles, with these hands, Void of appointment, that thou liest, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028651 | art A very thief in love, a chaffy lord, Nor worth the name of villain. Had I a sword, And these house-clogs away ARCITE. Dear cousin Palamon PALAMON. Cozener Arcite, give me language such As thou hast showed me feat. ARCITE. Not finding in The circuit of my breast any gross stuff To form me like your blazon holds me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028652 | to This gentleness of answer. Tis your passion That thus mistakes, the which, to you being enemy, Cannot to me be kind. Honour and honesty I cherish and depend on, howsoeer You skip them in me, and with them, fair coz, Ill maintain my proceedings. Pray be pleased To show in generous terms your griefs, since that Your questions with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028653 | your equal, who professes To clear his own way with the mind and sword Of a true gentleman. PALAMON. That thou durst, Arcite! ARCITE. My coz, my coz, you have been well advertised How much I dare; youve seen me use my sword Against th advice of fear. Sure, of another You would not hear me doubted, but your silence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028654 | Should break out, though i th sanctuary. PALAMON. Sir, I have seen you move in such a place, which well Might justify your manhood; you were called A good knight and a bold. But the whole weeks not fair If any day it rain. Their valiant temper Men lose when they incline to treachery; And then they fight like compelled | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028655 | bears, would fly Were they not tied. ARCITE. Kinsman, you might as well Speak this and act it in your glass as to His ear which now disdains you. PALAMON. Come up to me; Quit me of these cold gyves, give me a sword Though it be rusty, and the charity Of one meal lend me. Come before me then, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028656 | A good sword in thy hand, and do but say That Emily is thine, I will forgive The trespass thou hast done me, yea, my life, If then thou carry t; and brave souls in shades That have died manly, which will seek of me Some news from earth, they shall get none but this: That thou art brave and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028657 | noble. ARCITE. Be content. Again betake you to your hawthorn house. With counsel of the night, I will be here With wholesome viands. These impediments Will I file off; you shall have garments and Perfumes to kill the smell o th prison. After, When you shall stretch yourself and say but Arcite, I am in plight, there shall be at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028658 | your choice Both sword and armour. PALAMON. Oh you heavens, dares any So noble bear a guilty business? None But only Arcite, therefore none but Arcite In this kind is so bold. ARCITE. Sweet Palamon. PALAMON. I do embrace you and your offer; for Your offer do t I only, sir; your person, Without hypocrisy I may not wish More | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028659 | than my swords edge on t. [_Wind horns of cornets._] ARCITE. You hear the horns. Enter your musit, lest this match between s Be crossed ere met. Give me your hand; farewell. Ill bring you every needful thing. I pray you, Take comfort and be strong. PALAMON. Pray hold your promise, And do the deed with a bent brow. Most | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028660 | certain You love me not; be rough with me, and pour This oil out of your language. By this air, I could for each word give a cuff, my stomach Not reconciled by reason. ARCITE. Plainly spoken. Yet pardon me hard language. When I spur My horse, I chide him not; content and anger In me have but one face. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028661 | [_Wind horns._] Hark, sir, they call The scattered to the banquet. You must guess I have an office there. PALAMON. Sir, your attendance Cannot please heaven, and I know your office Unjustly is achieved. ARCITE. Tis a good title. I am persuaded, this question, sick between s, By bleeding must be cured. I am a suitor That to your sword | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028662 | you will bequeath this plea, And talk of it no more. PALAMON. But this one word: You are going now to gaze upon my mistress, For, note you, mine she is ARCITE. Nay, then PALAMON. Nay, pray you, You talk of feeding me to breed me strength. You are going now to look upon a sun That strengthens what it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028663 | looks on; there You have a vantage oer me. But enjoy t till I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Another Part of the forest Enter Jailers Daughter alone. DAUGHTER. He has mistook the brake I meant, is gone After his fancy. Tis now well-nigh morning. No matter; would it were perpetual night, And darkness lord o th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028664 | world. Hark, tis a wolf! In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thing, I care for nothing, and thats Palamon. I reck not if the wolves would jaw me, so He had this file. What if I hallowed for him? I cannot hallow. If I whooped, what then? If he not answered, I should call a wolf, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028665 | And do him but that service. I have heard Strange howls this livelong night; why may t not be They have made prey of him? He has no weapons; He cannot run; the jingling of his gyves Might call fell things to listen, who have in them A sense to know a man unarmed and can Smell where resistance is. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028666 | Ill set it down Hes torn to pieces; they howled many together, And then they fed on him. So much for that. Be bold to ring the bell. How stand I then? Alls chared when he is gone. No, no, I lie. My fathers to be hanged for his escape; Myself to beg, if I prized life so much As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028667 | to deny my act; but that I would not, Should I try death by dozens. I am moped. Food took I none these two days; Sipped some water. I have not closed mine eyes Save when my lids scoured off their brine. Alas, Dissolve, my life! Let not my sense unsettle, Lest I should drown, or stab, or hang myself. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028668 | O state of nature, fail together in me, Since thy best props are warped! So, which way now? The best way is the next way to a grave; Each errant step beside is torment. Lo, The moon is down, the crickets chirp, the screech owl Calls in the dawn. All offices are done Save what I fail in. But the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028669 | point is this: An end, and that is all. [_Exit._] SCENE III. The same part of the forest as in scene I. Enter Arcite with meat, wine and files. ARCITE. I should be near the place.Ho! Cousin Palamon! PALAMON. [_From the bush._] Arcite? ARCITE. The same. I have brought you food and files. Come forth and fear not; heres no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028670 | Theseus. Enter Palamon. PALAMON. Nor none so honest, Arcite. ARCITE. Thats no matter. Well argue that hereafter. Come, take courage; You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink I know you are faintthen Ill talk further with you. PALAMON. Arcite, thou mightst now poison me. ARCITE. I might; But I must fear you first. Sit down and, good now, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028671 | No more of these vain parleys; let us not, Having our ancient reputation with us, Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health. [_Drinks._] PALAMON. Do. ARCITE. Pray sit down, then, and let me entreat you, By all the honesty and honour in you, No mention of this woman; twill disturb us. We shall have time enough. PALAMON. Well, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028672 | sir, Ill pledge you. [_Drinks._] ARCITE. Drink a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood, man. Do not you feel it thaw you? PALAMON. Stay, Ill tell you After a draught or two more. ARCITE. Spare it not; the Duke has more, coz. Eat now. PALAMON. Yes. [_Eats._] ARCITE. I am glad you have so good a stomach. PALAMON. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028673 | am gladder I have so good meat to t. ARCITE. Ist not mad lodging, Here in the wild woods, cousin? PALAMON. Yes, for them That have wild consciences. ARCITE. How tastes your victuals? Your hunger needs no sauce, I see. PALAMON. Not much. But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin. What is this? ARCITE. Venison. PALAMON. Tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028674 | a lusty meat. Give me more wine. Here, Arcite, to the wenches We have known in our days! The Lord Stewards daughter, Do you remember her? ARCITE. After you, coz. PALAMON. She loved a black-haired man. ARCITE. She did so; well, sir? PALAMON. And I have heard some call him Arcite, and ARCITE. Out witht, faith. PALAMON. She met him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028675 | in an arbour. What did she there, coz? Play o th virginals? ARCITE. Something she did, sir. PALAMON. Made her groan a month for t, Or two, or three, or ten. ARCITE. The Marshals sister Had her share too, as I remember, cousin, Else there be tales abroad. Youll pledge her? PALAMON. Yes. ARCITE. A pretty brown wench tis. There | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028676 | was a time When young men went a-hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale. Heigh ho! PALAMON. For Emily, upon my life! Fool, Away with this strained mirth! I say again That sigh was breathed for Emily. Base cousin, Darst thou break first? ARCITE. You are wide. PALAMON. By heaven and earth, Theres nothing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028677 | in thee honest. ARCITE. Then Ill leave you. You are a beast now. PALAMON. As thou makst me, traitor. ARCITE. Theres all things needful: files and shirts and perfumes. Ill come again some two hours hence, and bring That that shall quiet all. PALAMON. A sword and armour? ARCITE. Fear me not. You are now too foul. Farewell. Get off | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028678 | your trinkets; you shall want naught. PALAMON. Sirrah ARCITE. Ill hear no more. [_Exit._] PALAMON. If he keep touch, he dies for t. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Another part of the forest Enter Jailers Daughter. DAUGHTER. I am very cold, and all the stars are out too, The little stars and all, that look like aglets. The sun has seen my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028679 | folly. Palamon! Alas, no; hes in heaven. Where am I now? Yonders the sea, and theres a ship; how t tumbles! And theres a rock lies watching under water; Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now, Theres a leak sprung, a sound one! How they cry! Run her before the wind, youll lose all else. Up with a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028680 | course or two, and tack about, boys! Good night, good night; youre gone. I am very hungry. Would I could find a fine frog; he would tell me News from all parts o th world; then would I make A carrack of a cockle shell, and sail By east and north-east to the king of pygmies, For he tells fortunes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028681 | rarely. Now my father, Twenty to one, is trussed up in a trice Tomorrow morning. Ill say never a word. [_Sings._] _For Ill cut my green coat a foot above my knee, And Ill clip my yellow locks an inch below mine eye. Hey nonny, nonny, nonny. Hes buy me a white cut, forth for to ride, And Ill go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028682 | seek him through the world that is so wide. Hey nonny, nonny, nonny._ O, for a prick now, like a nightingale, To put my breast against. I shall sleep like a top else. [_Exit._] SCENE V. Another part of the forest Enter a Schoolmaster and five Countrymen, one dressed as a Bavian. SCHOOLMASTER. Fie, fie, What tediosity and disinsanity Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028683 | here among ye! Have my rudiments Been laboured so long with ye, milked unto ye, And, by a figure, even the very plum-broth And marrow of my understanding laid upon ye, And do you still cry Where? and How? and Wherefore? You most coarse-frieze capacities, ye jean judgements, Have I said Thus let be and There let be And Then | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028684 | let be and no man understand me? _Proh Deum, medius fidius_, ye are all dunces! For why? Here stand I; here the Duke comes; there are you, Close in the thicket; the Duke appears; I meet him And unto him I utter learned things And many figures; he hears, and nods, and hums, And then cries Rare! and I go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028685 | forward. At length I fling my cap upmark there! Then do you As once did Meleager and the boar, Break comely out before him; like true lovers, Cast yourselves in a body decently, And sweetly, by a figure, trace and turn, boys. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. And sweetly we will do it, Master Gerald. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. Draw up the company. Wheres the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028686 | taborer? THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Why, Timothy! TABORER. Here, my mad boys, have at ye. SCHOOLMASTER. But I say, wheres their women? Enter five Countrywomen. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Heres Friz and Maudlin. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. And little Luce with the white legs, and bouncing Barbary. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. And freckled Nel, that never failed her master. SCHOOLMASTER. Where be your ribbons, maids? Swim with your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028687 | bodies, And carry it sweetly and deliverly, And now and then a favour and a frisk. NEL. Let us alone, sir. SCHOOLMASTER. Wheres the rest o th music? THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Dispersed, as you commanded. SCHOOLMASTER. Couple, then, And see whats wanting. Wheres the Bavian? My friend, carry your tail without offence Or scandal to the ladies; and be sure You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028688 | tumble with audacity and manhood; And when you bark, do it with judgement. BAVIAN. Yes, sir. SCHOOLMASTER. _Quo usque tandem?_ Here is a woman wanting. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. We may go whistle; all the fats i th fire. SCHOOLMASTER. We have, as learned authors utter, washed a tile. we have been _fatuus_ and laboured vainly. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. This is that scornful | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028689 | piece, that scurvy hilding, That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here, Cicely, the sempsters daughter. The next gloves that I give her shall be dogskin! Nay an she fail me onceYou can tell, Arcas, She swore by wine and bread, she would not break. SCHOOLMASTER. An eel and woman, A learned poet says, unless by th tail And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028690 | with thy teeth thou hold, will either fail. In manners this was false position. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. A fire ill take her; does she flinch now? THIRD COUNTRYMAN. What Shall we determine, sir? SCHOOLMASTER. Nothing. Our business is become a nullity, Yea, and a woeful and a piteous nullity. FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Now, when the credit of our town lay on it, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028691 | Now to be frampul, now to piss o th nettle! Go thy ways; Ill remember thee. Ill fit thee. Enter Jailers Daughter. DAUGHTER. [_Sings_.] _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 hailed, well hailed, you jolly gallants, And whither | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028692 | now are you bound-a? O let me have your company Till I come to the sound-a._ _There was three fools fell out about an howlet: The one said it was an owl, The other he said nay, The third he said it was a hawk, And her bells were cut away._ THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Theres a dainty mad woman, Master, Comes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028693 | i th nick, as mad as a March hare. If we can get her dance, we are made again; I warrant her, shell do the rarest gambols. FIRST COUNTRYMAN. A madwoman? We are made, boys. SCHOOLMASTER. And are you mad, good woman? DAUGHTER. I would be sorry else. Give me your hand. SCHOOLMASTER. Why? DAUGHTER. I can tell your fortune. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028694 | You are a fool. Tell ten. I have posed him. Buzz! Friend, you must eat no white bread; if you do, Your teeth will bleed extremely. Shall we dance, ho? I know you, youre a tinker; sirrah tinker, Stop no more holes but what you should. SCHOOLMASTER. _Dii boni!_ A tinker, damsel? DAUGHTER. Or a conjurer. Raise me a devil | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028695 | now, and let him play _Qui passa_ o th bells and bones. SCHOOLMASTER. Go, take her, And fluently persuade her to a peace. _Et opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis_ Strike up, and lead her in. SECOND COUNTRYMAN. Come, lass, lets trip it. DAUGHTER. Ill lead. THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Do, do! SCHOOLMASTER. Persuasively, and cunningly. Away, boys; I hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028696 | the horns. Give me some meditation, And mark your cue. [_Exeunt all but Schoolmaster._] Pallas inspire me. Enter Theseus, Pirithous, Hippolyta, Emilia, and train. THESEUS. This way the stag took. SCHOOLMASTER. Stay, and edify! THESEUS. What have we here? PIRITHOUS. Some country sport, upon my life, sir. THESEUS. Well, sir, go forward; we will edify. Ladies, sit down. Well stay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028697 | it. SCHOOLMASTER. Thou doughty Duke, all hail! All hail, sweet ladies! THESEUS. This is a cold beginning. SCHOOLMASTER. 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 verity, and not to fable, We are a merry rout, or else a _rabble_, Or company, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028698 | by a figure, _chorus_, That fore thy dignity will dance a morris. And I that am the rectifier of all, By title _pdagogus_, that let fall The birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a ferula the tall ones, Do here present this machine, or this frame. And, dainty Duke, whose doughty dismal fame From Dis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028699 | to Ddalus, from post to pillar, Is blown abroad, help me, thy poor well-willer, And with thy twinkling eyes look right and straight Upon this mighty _Morr_, of mickle weight. _Is_ now comes in, which being glued together Makes _Morris_, and the cause that we came hither. The body of our sport, of no small study. I first appear, though | 60 | gutenberg |
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