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twg_000000028800 | Loses a noble cousin for thy sins. [_Exit._] SCENE III. A room in the prison Enter Jailer, Wooer and Doctor. DOCTOR. Her distraction is more at some time of the moon, than at other some, is it not? JAILER. She is continually in a harmless distemper, sleeps little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, dreaming of another world, and a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028801 | better; and what broken piece of matter soeer shes about, the name Palamon lards it, that she farces every business withal, fits it to every question. Enter Jailers Daughter. Look where she comes; you shall perceive her behaviour. DAUGHTER. I have forgot it quite. The burden on t was Down-a, down-a, and penned by no worse man than Geraldo, Emilias | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028802 | schoolmaster. Hes as fantastical, too, as ever he may go upons legs, for in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and then will she be out of love with neas. DOCTOR. What stuffs here? Poor soul! JAILER. Even thus all day long. DAUGHTER. Now for this charm that I told you of: you must bring a piece of silver | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028803 | on the tip of your tongue, or no ferry. Then if it be your chance to come where the blessed spirits are, theres a sight now! We maids that have our livers perished, cracked to pieces with love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long but pick flowers with Proserpine. Then will I make Palamon a nosegay; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028804 | then let him mark methen. DOCTOR. How prettily shes amiss! Note her a little further. DAUGHTER. Faith, Ill tell you, sometime we go to barley-break, we of the blessed. Alas, tis a sore life they have i th other placesuch burning, frying, boiling, hissing, howling, chattering, cursingO, they have shrewd measure; take heed! If one be mad, or hang or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028805 | drown themselves, thither they go; Jupiter bless us! And there shall we be put in a cauldron of lead and usurers grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough. DOCTOR. How her brain coins! DAUGHTER. Lords and courtiers that have got maids with child, they are in this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028806 | place. They shall stand in fire up to the navel and in ice up to the heart, and there th offending part burns and the deceiving part freezes. In troth, a very grievous punishment, as one would think, for such a trifle. Believe me, one would marry a leprous witch to be rid on t, Ill assure you. DOCTOR. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028807 | she continues this fancy! Tis not an engraffed madness, but a most thick, and profound melancholy. DAUGHTER. To hear there a proud lady and a proud city wife howl together! I were a beast an Id call it good sport. One cries O this smoke! th other, This fire!; one cries, O, that ever I did it behind the arras! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028808 | and then howls; th other curses a suing fellow and her garden house. [_Sings._] _I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c._ [_Exit Jailers Daughter._] JAILER. What think you of her, sir? DOCTOR. I think she has a perturbed mind, which I cannot minister to. JAILER. Alas, what then? DOCTOR. Understand you she ever affected any man ere she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028809 | beheld Palamon? JAILER. I was once, sir, in great hope she had fixed her liking on this gentleman, my friend. WOOER. I did think so too, and would account I had a great pennorth ont, to give half my state, that both she and I at this present stood unfeignedly on the same terms. DOCTOR. That intemperate surfeit of her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028810 | eye hath distempered the other senses. They may return and settle again to execute their preordained faculties, but they are now in a most extravagant vagary. This you must do: confine her to a place where the light may rather seem to steal in than be permitted. Take upon you, young sir, her friend, the name of Palamon; say you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028811 | come to eat with her, and to commune of love. This will catch her attention, for this her mind beats upon; other objects that are inserted tween her mind and eye become the pranks and friskins of her madness. Sing to her such green songs of love as she says Palamon hath sung in prison. Come to her stuck in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028812 | as sweet flowers as the season is mistress of, and thereto make an addition of some other compounded odours which are grateful to the sense. All this shall become Palamon, for Palamon 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028813 | and acceptance into her favour. Learn what maids have been her companions and play-feres, 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 with falsehoods to be combated. This may bring her to eat, to sleep, and reduce whats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028814 | now out of square in her into their former law and regiment. I have seen it approved, how many times I know not, but to make the number more I have great hope in this. I will, between the passages of this project, come in with my appliance. Let us put it in execution and hasten the success, which, doubt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028815 | not, will bring forth comfort. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. Athens. Before the Temples of Mars, Venus, and Diana Flourish. Enter Theseus, Pirithous, Hippolyta and Attendants. THESEUS. Now let em enter and before the gods Tender their holy prayers. Let the temples Burn bright with sacred fires, and the altars In hallowed clouds commend their swelling incense To those above | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028816 | us. Let no due be wanting. They have a noble work in hand, will honour The very powers that love em. PIRITHOUS. Sir, they enter. Enter Palamon and Arcite and their Knights. THESEUS. You valiant and strong-hearted enemies, You royal german foes, that this day come To blow that nearness out that flames between ye, Lay by your anger for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028817 | an hour and, dove-like, Before the holy altars of your helpers, The all-feared 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. Ill leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. PIRITHOUS. Honour crown the worthiest. [_Exeunt Theseus and his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028818 | Train._] PALAMON. The glass is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire. Think you but thus, That were there aught in me which strove to show Mine enemy in this business, were t one eye Against another, arm oppressed by arm, I would destroy th offender, coz, I would Though parcel of myself. Then from this gather | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028819 | How I should tender you. ARCITE. I am in labour To push your name, your ancient love, our kindred Out of my memory, and i th selfsame place To seat something I would confound. So hoist we The sails that must these vessels port even where The heavenly limiter pleases. PALAMON. You speak well. Before I turn, let me embrace | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028820 | thee, cousin. This I shall never do again. ARCITE. One farewell. PALAMON. Why, let it be so. Farewell, coz. ARCITE. Farewell, sir. [_Exeunt Palamon and his Knights._] Knights, kinsmen, lovers, yea, my sacrifices, True worshippers of Mars, whose spirit in you Expels the seeds of fear and th apprehension Which still is father of it, go with me Before the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028821 | god of our profession. There Require of him the hearts of lions and The breath of tigers, yea, the fierceness too, Yea, the speed alsoto go on, I mean; Else wish we to be snails. You know my prize Must be dragged out of blood; force and great feat Must put my garland on, where she sticks, The queen of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028822 | flowers. Our intercession, then, Must be to him that makes the camp a cistern Brimmed with the blood of men. Give me your aid, And bend your spirits towards him. [_They advance to the altar of Mars, fall on their faces before it, and then kneel._] Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turned Green Neptune into purple; whose | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028823 | approach Comets prewarn, whose havoc in vast field Unearthed skulls proclaim; whose breath blows down The teeming Ceres foison, who dost pluck With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds The masoned turrets, that both makst and breakst The stony girths of cities; me thy pupil, Youngest follower of thy drum, instruct this day With military skill, that to thy laud | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028824 | I may advance my streamer, and by thee Be styled 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._] O, great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028825 | corrector of enormous times, Shaker of oer-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healst with blood The earth when it is sick, and curst 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028826 | former observance. PALAMON. Our stars must glister with new fire, or be Today extinct. Our argument is love, Which, if the goddess of it grant, she gives Victory too. Then blend your spirits with mine, You whose free nobleness do make my cause Your personal hazard. To the goddess Venus Commend we our proceeding, and implore Her power unto our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028827 | party. [_Here they kneel as formerly._] Hail, sovereign queen of secrets, who hast power To call the fiercest tyrant from his rage And weep unto a girl; that hast the might Even with an eye-glance to choke Marss drum And turn th alarm to whispers; that canst make A cripple flourish with his crutch, and cure him Before Apollo; that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028828 | mayst force the king To be his subjects vassal, and induce Stale gravity to dance. The polled bachelor, Whose youth, like wanton boys through bonfires, Have skipped thy flame, at seventy thou canst catch, And make him, to the scorn of his hoarse throat, Abuse young lays of love. What godlike power Hast thou not power upon? To Phbus thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028829 | Addst flames hotter than his; the heavenly fires Did scorch his mortal son, thine him. The huntress, All moist and cold, some say, began to throw Her bow away and sigh. Take to thy grace Me, thy vowed soldier, who do bear thy yoke As twere a wreath of roses, yet is heavier Than lead itself, stings more than nettles. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028830 | I have never been foul-mouthed against thy law, Neer revealed secret, for I knew nonewould not, Had I kenned all that were. I never practised Upon mans wife, nor would the libels read Of liberal wits. I never at great feasts Sought to betray a beauty, but have blushed At simpering sirs that did. I have been harsh To large | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028831 | confessors, and have hotly asked them If they had mothersI had one, a woman, And women twere they wronged. I knew a man Of eighty winters, this I told them, who A lass of fourteen brided; twas thy power To put life into dust. The aged cramp Had screwed his square foot round; The gout had knit his fingers into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028832 | knots, Torturing convulsions from his globy eyes Had almost drawn their spheres, that what was life In him seemed torture. This anatomy Had by his young fair fere a boy, and I Believed it was his, for she swore it was, And who would not believe her? Brief, I am To those that prate and have done, no companion; To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028833 | those that boast and have not, a defier; To those that would and cannot, a rejoicer. Yea, him I do not love that tells close offices The foulest way, nor names concealments in The boldest language. Such a one I am, And vow that lover never yet made sigh Truer than I. O, then, most soft sweet goddess, Give me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028834 | the victory of this question, which Is true loves merit, and bless me with a sign Of thy great pleasure. [_Here music is heard; doves are seen to flutter. They fall again upon their faces, then on their knees._] O thou that from eleven to ninety reignst In mortal bosoms, whose chase is this world And we in herds thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028835 | game, I give thee thanks For this fair token, which being laid unto Mine innocent true heart, arms in assurance My body to this business.Let us rise And bow before the goddess. [_They rise and bow._] Time comes on. [_Exeunt._] Still music of recorders. Enter Emilia in white, her hair about her shoulders, wearing a wheaten wreath. One in white | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028836 | holding up her train, her hair stuck with flowers. One before her carrying a silver hind, in which is conveyed incense and sweet odours, which being set upon the altar of Diana, her maids standing aloof, she sets fire to it; then they curtsy and kneel. EMILIA. O sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant queen, Abandoner of revels, mute contemplative, Sweet, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028837 | solitary, white as chaste, and pure As wind-fanned snow, who to thy female knights Allowst no more blood than will make a blush, Which is their orders robe, I here, thy priest, Am humbled fore thine altar. O, vouchsafe With that thy rare green eye, which never yet Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virgin; And, sacred silver mistress, lend | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028838 | thine ear, Which neer heard scurrile term, into whose port Neer entered wanton sound, to my petition, Seasoned with holy fear. This is my last Of vestal office. I am bride-habited But maiden-hearted. A husband I have pointed, But do not know him. Out of two I should Choose one, and pray for his success, but I Am guiltless of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028839 | election. Of mine eyes, Were I to lose one, they are equal precious; I could doom neither; that which perished should Go to t unsentenced. Therefore, most modest queen, He of the two pretenders that best loves me And has the truest title in t, let him Take off my wheaten garland, or else grant The file and quality I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028840 | hold I may Continue in thy band. [_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 Out from the bowels of her holy altar With sacred act advances: but one rose! If well inspired, this battle shall confound Both these brave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028841 | knights, and I, a virgin flower, Must grow alone, unplucked. [_Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, and the rose falls from the tree._] The flower is falln, the tree descends. O mistress, Thou here dischargest me. I shall be gathered; I think so, but I know not thine own will. Unclasp thy mystery!I hope shes pleased; Her signs | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028842 | were gracious. [_They curtsy and exeunt._] SCENE II. Athens. A Room in the Prison Enter Doctor, Jailer and Wooer in the habit of Palamon. DOCTOR. Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her? WOOER. O, very much. The maids that kept her company Have half persuaded her that I am Palamon; Within this half-hour she came smiling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028843 | to me, And asked me what I would eat, and when I would kiss her. I told her Presently, and kissed her twice. DOCTOR. Twas well done. Twenty times had been far better, For there the cure lies mainly. WOOER. Then she told me She would watch with me tonight, for well she knew What hour my fit would take | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028844 | me. DOCTOR. 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. DOCTOR. Twas very ill done, then; You should observe her every way. WOOER. Alas, I have no voice, sir, to confirm her that way. DOCTOR. Thats all one, if ye make a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028845 | noise. If she entreat again, do anything. Lie with her, if she ask you. JAILER. Hoa, there, doctor! DOCTOR. Yes, in the way of cure. JAILER. But first, by your leave, I th way of honesty. DOCTOR. Thats but a niceness, Neer cast your child away for honesty. Cure her first this way; then if she will be honest, She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028846 | has the path before her. JAILER. Thank ye, Doctor. DOCTOR. Pray, bring her in, And lets see how she is. JAILER. I will, and tell her Her Palamon stays for her. But, Doctor, Methinks you are i th wrong still. [_Exit Jailer._] DOCTOR. Go, go; You fathers are fine fools. Her honesty? An we should give her physic till we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028847 | find that! WOOER. Why, do you think she is not honest, sir? DOCTOR. How old is she? WOOER. Shes eighteen. DOCTOR. She may be, But thats all one; tis nothing to our purpose. Whateer her father says, if you perceive Her mood inclining that way that I spoke of, _Videlicet_, the way of fleshyou have me? WOOER. Yes, very well, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028848 | sir. DOCTOR. Please her appetite, And do it home; it cures her, _ipso facto_, The melancholy humour that infects her. WOOER. I am of your mind, Doctor. Enter Jailer, Jailers Daughter and Maid. DOCTOR. Youll find it so. She comes, pray, humour her. JAILER. Come, your love Palamon stays for you, child, And has done this long hour, to visit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028849 | you. DAUGHTER. I thank him for his gentle patience; Hes a kind gentleman, and I am much bound to him. Did you neer see the horse he gave me? JAILER. Yes. DAUGHTER. How do you like him? JAILER. Hes a very fair one. DAUGHTER. You never saw him dance? JAILER. No. DAUGHTER. I have often. He dances very finely, very | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028850 | comely, And for a jig, come cut and long tail to him, He turns ye like a top. JAILER. Thats fine, indeed. DAUGHTER. Hell dance the morris twenty mile an hour, And that will founder the best hobby-horse If I have any skill in all the parish, And gallops to the tune of Light o love. What think you of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028851 | this horse? JAILER. Having these virtues, I think he might be brought to play at tennis. DAUGHTER. Alas, thats nothing. JAILER. Can he write and read too? DAUGHTER. 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 chestnut mare the Duke has? JAILER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028852 | Very well. DAUGHTER. She is horribly in love with him, poor beast; But he is like his master, coy and scornful. JAILER. What dowry has she? DAUGHTER. Some two hundred bottles, And twenty strike of oates; but hell neer have her. He lisps ins neighing, able to entice A millers mare. Hell be the death of her. DOCTOR. What stuff | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028853 | she utters! JAILER. Make curtsy; here your love comes. Enter Wooer and Doctor come forward. WOOER. Pretty soul, How do ye? Thats a fine maid; theres a curtsy! DAUGHTER. Yours to command i th way of honesty. How far ist now to th end o th world, my masters? DOCTOR. Why, a days journey, wench. DAUGHTER. Will you go with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028854 | me? WOOER. What shall we do there, wench? DAUGHTER. Why, play at stool-ball; What is there else to do? WOOER. I am content, If we shall keep our wedding there. DAUGHTER. Tis true, For there, I will assure you, we shall find Some blind priest for the purpose, that will venture To marry us, for here they are nice and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028855 | foolish. Besides, my father must be hanged tomorrow, And that would be a blot i th business. Are not you Palamon? WOOER. Do not you know me? DAUGHTER. Yes, but you care not for me. I have nothing But this poor petticoat, and two coarse smocks. WOOER. Thats all one; I will have you. DAUGHTER. Will you surely? WOOER. [_Taking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028856 | her hand._] Yes, by this fair hand, will I. DAUGHTER. Well to bed, then. WOOER. Een when you will. [_Kisses her._] DAUGHTER. [_Rubs off the kiss._] O sir, you would fain be nibbling. WOOER. Why do you rub my kiss off? DAUGHTER. Tis a sweet one, And will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your cousin Arcite? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028857 | [_She indicates the Doctor._] DOCTOR. Yes, sweetheart, And I am glad my cousin Palamon Has made so fair a choice. DAUGHTER. Do you think hell have me? DOCTOR. Yes, without doubt. DAUGHTER. Do you think so too? JAILER. Yes. DAUGHTER. We shall have many children. [_To Doctor._] Lord, how youre grown! My Palamon, I hope, will grow too, finely, Now | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028858 | hes at liberty. Alas, poor chicken, He was kept down with hard meat and ill lodging, But Ill kiss him up again. Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. What do you here? Youll lose the noblest sight That eer was seen. JAILER. Are they i th field? MESSENGER. They are. You bear a charge there too. JAILER. Ill away straight. I must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028859 | een leave you here. DOCTOR. Nay, well go with you; I will not lose the sight. JAILER. How did you like her? DOCTOR. Ill warrant you, within these three or four days Ill make her right again. You must not from her, But still preserve her in this way. WOOER. I will. DOCTOR. Lets get her in. WOOER. Come, sweet, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028860 | well go to dinner; And then well play at cards. DAUGHTER. And shall we kiss too? WOOER. A hundred times. DAUGHTER. And twenty. WOOER. Ay, and twenty. DAUGHTER. And then well sleep together. DOCTOR. Take her offer. WOOER. Yes, marry, will we. DAUGHTER. But you shall not hurt me. WOOER. I will not, sweet. DAUGHTER. If you do, love, Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028861 | cry. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A part of the Forest near Athens, and near the Place appointed for the Combat Flourish. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Emilia, Pirithous and some Attendants. EMILIA. Ill no step further. PIRITHOUS. Will you lose this sight? EMILIA. I had rather see a wren hawk at a fly Than this decision. Every blow that falls Threats a brave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028862 | life; each stroke laments The place whereon it falls, and sounds more like A bell than blade. I will stay here. It is enough my hearing shall be punished With what shall happen, gainst the which there is No deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eye With dread sights it may shun. PIRITHOUS. Sir, my good lord, Your sister | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028863 | will no further. THESEUS. O, she must. She shall see deeds of honour in their kind, Which sometime show well, penciled. Nature now Shall make and act the story, the belief Both sealed with eye and ear. You must be present; You are the victors meed, the price and garland To crown the questions title. EMILIA. Pardon me; If I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028864 | were there, Id wink. THESEUS. You must be there; This trial is as twere i th night, and you The only star to shine. EMILIA. I am extinct. There is but envy in that light which shows The one the other. Darkness, which ever was The dam of horror, who does stand accursed Of many mortal millions, may even now, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028865 | By casting her black mantle over both, That neither could find other, get herself Some part of a good name, and many a murder Set off whereto shes guilty. HIPPOLYTA. You must go. EMILIA. In faith, I will not. THESEUS. Why, the knights must kindle Their valour at your eye. Know, of this war You are the treasure, and must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028866 | needs be by To give the service pay. EMILIA. Sir, pardon me; The title of a kingdom may be tried Out of itself. THESEUS. Well, well, then, at your pleasure. Those that remain with you could wish their office To any of their enemies. HIPPOLYTA. Farewell, sister. I am like to know your husband fore yourself By some small start | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028867 | of time. He whom the gods Do of the two know best, I pray them he Be made your lot. [_Exeunt all but Emilia._] EMILIA. Arcite is gently visaged, yet his eye Is like an engine bent, or a sharp weapon In a soft sheath; mercy and manly courage Are bedfellows in his visage. Palamon Has a most menacing aspect; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028868 | his brow Is graved, and seems to bury what it frowns on; Yet sometimes tis not so, but alters to The quality of his thoughts. Long time his eye Will dwell upon his object. Melancholy Becomes him nobly; so does Arcites mirth; But Palamons sadness is a kind of mirth, So mingled as if mirth did make him sad And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028869 | sadness merry. Those darker humours that Stick misbecomingly on others, on them Live in fair dwelling. [_Cornets. Trumpets sound as to a charge._] Hark how yon spurs to spirit do incite The princes to their proof! Arcite may win me And yet may Palamon wound Arcite to The spoiling of his figure. O, what pity Enough for such a chance? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028870 | If I were by, I might do hurt, for they would glance their eyes Towards my seat, and in that motion might Omit a ward or forfeit an offence Which craved that very time. It is much better I am not there. [_Cornets. A great cry and noise within crying Palamon!_] Oh better never born Than minister to such harm. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028871 | Enter Servant. What is the chance? SERVANT. The crys Palamon. EMILIA. Then he has won. Twas ever likely. He looked all grace and success, and he is Doubtless the primst of men. I prithee run And tell me how it goes. [_Shout and cornets, crying Palamon!_] SERVANT. Still Palamon. EMILIA. Run and enquire. [_Exit Servant._] Poor servant, thou hast lost. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028872 | Upon my right side still I wore thy picture, Palamons on the left. Why so, I know not. I had no end in t else; chance would have it so. On the sinister side the heart lies; Palamon Had the best-boding chance. [_Another cry and shout within, and cornets._] This burst of clamour Is sure th end o th combat. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028873 | Enter Servant. SERVANT. They said that Palamon had Arcites body Within an inch o th pyramid, that the cry Was general Palamon. But anon, Th assistants made a brave redemption, and The two bold titlers at this instant are Hand to hand at it. EMILIA. Were they metamorphosed Both into oneO, why? There were no woman Worth so composed a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028874 | man! Their single share, Their nobleness peculiar to them, gives The prejudice of disparity, values shortness, To any lady breathing. [_Cornets. Cry within, Arcite, Arcite._] More exulting? Palamon still? SERVANT. Nay, now the sound is Arcite. EMILIA. I prithee, lay attention to the cry; Set both thine ears to th business. [_Cornets. A great shout and cry Arcite, victory!_] SERVANT. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028875 | The cry is Arcite, and Victory! Hark, Arcite, victory! The combats consummation is proclaimed By the wind instruments. EMILIA. Half-sights saw That Arcite was no babe. Gods lid, his richness And costliness of spirit looked through him; it could No more be hid in him than fire in flax, Than humble banks can go to law with waters That drift-winds | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028876 | force to raging. I did think Good Palamon would miscarry, yet I knew not Why I did think so. Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are. They are coming off. Alas, poor Palamon! Cornets. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Pirithous, Arcite as victor, and Attendants. THESEUS. Lo, where our sister is in expectation, Yet quaking and unsettled.Fairest Emily, The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028877 | gods by their divine arbitrament Have given you this knight; he is a good one As ever struck at head. Give me your hands. Receive you her, you him; be plighted with A love that grows as you decay. ARCITE. Emily, To buy you, I have lost whats dearest to me, Save what is bought; and yet I purchase cheaply, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028878 | As I do rate your value. THESEUS. O loved sister, He speaks now of as brave a knight as eer Did spur a noble steed. Surely the gods Would have him die a bachelor, lest his race Should show i th world too godlike. His behaviour So charmed me that methought Alcides was To him a sow of lead. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028879 | I could praise Each part of him to th all I have spoke, your Arcite Did not lose by t, for he that was thus good Encountered yet his better. I have heard Two emulous Philomels beat the ear o th night With their contentious throats, now one the higher, Anon the other, then again the first, And by-and-by out-breasted, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028880 | that the sense Could not be judge between em. So it fared Good space between these kinsmen, till heavens did Make hardly one the winner.Wear the garland With joy that you have won.For the subdued, Give them our present justice, since I know Their lives but pinch em. Let it here be done. The scenes not for our seeing. Go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028881 | we hence Right joyful, with some sorrow.Arm your prize; I know you will not lose her.Hippolyta, I see one eye of yours conceives a tear, The which it will deliver. [_Flourish._] EMILIA. Is this winning? O all you heavenly powers, where is your mercy? But that your wills have said it must be so, And charge me live to comfort | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028882 | this unfriended, This miserable prince, that cuts away A life more worthy from him than all women, I should and would die too. HIPPOLYTA. Infinite pity That four such eyes should be so fixed on one That two must needs be blind for t. THESEUS. So it is. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. The same; a Block prepared Enter Palamon and his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028883 | Knights pinioned; Jailer, Executioner and Guard. PALAMON. Theres many a man alive that hath outlived The love o th people; yea, i th selfsame state Stands many a father with his child. Some comfort We have by so considering. We expire, And not without mens pity; to live still, Have their good wishes; we prevent The loathsome misery of age, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028884 | beguile The gout and rheum that in lag hours attend For gray approachers; we come towards the gods Young and unwappered, not halting under crimes Many and stale. That sure shall please the gods Sooner than such, to give us nectar with em, For we are more clear spirits. My dear kinsmen, Whose lives for this poor comfort are laid | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028885 | down, You have sold em too too cheap. FIRST KNIGHT. What ending could be Of more content? Oer us the victors have Fortune, whose title is as momentary, As to us death is certain. A grain of honour They not oerweigh us. SECOND KNIGHT. Let us bid farewell; And with our patience anger tottering Fortune, Who at her certainst reels. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028886 | THIRD KNIGHT. Come; who begins? PALAMON. Een he that led you to this banquet shall Taste to you all.Ah ha, my friend, my friend, Your gentle daughter gave me freedom once; Youll see t done now for ever. Pray, how does she? I heard she was not well; her kind of ill Gave me some sorrow. JAILER. Sir, shes well | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028887 | restored, And to be married shortly. PALAMON. By my short life, I am most glad ont. Tis the latest thing I shall be glad of; prithee, tell her so. Commend me to her, and, to piece her portion, Tender her this. [_Gives him his purse._] FIRST KNIGHT. Nay lets be offerers all. SECOND KNIGHT. Is it a maid? PALAMON. Verily, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028888 | I think so. A right good creature, more to me deserving Then I can quite or speak of. ALL KNIGHTS. Commend us to her. [_They give their purses._] JAILER. The gods requite you all, and make her thankful. PALAMON. Adieu; and let my life be now as short As my leave-taking. [_Lays his head on the block._] FIRST KNIGHT. Lead, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028889 | courageous cousin. SECOND AND THIRD KNIGHT. Well follow cheerfully. [_A great noise within crying Run! Save! Hold!_] Enter in haste a Messenger. MESSENGER. Hold, hold! O hold, hold, hold! Enter Pirithous in haste. PIRITHOUS. Hold, ho! It is a cursed haste you made If you have done so quickly!Noble Palamon, The gods will show their glory in a life That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028890 | thou art yet to lead. PALAMON. Can that be, When Venus, I have said, is false? How do things fare? PIRITHOUS. Arise, great sir, and give the tidings ear That are most dearly sweet and bitter. PALAMON. What Hath waked us from our dream? PIRITHOUS. List, then. Your cousin, Mounted upon a steed that Emily Did first bestow on him, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028891 | a black one, owing Not a hair-worth of white, which some will say Weakens his price, and many will not buy His goodness with this note, which superstition Here finds allowanceon this horse is Arcite Trotting the stones of Athens, which the calkins Did rather tell than trample; for the horse Would make his length a mile, if t pleased | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028892 | his rider To put pride in him. As he thus went counting The flinty pavement, dancing, as twere, to th music His own hooves madefor, as they say, from iron Came musics originwhat envious flint, Cold as old Saturn, and like him possessed With fire malevolent, darted a spark, Or what fierce sulphur else, to this end made, I comment | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028893 | not; the hot horse, hot as fire, Took toy at this and fell to what disorder His power could give his will; bounds, comes on end, Forgets school-doing, being therein trained And of kind manage. Pig-like he whines At the sharp rowel, which he frets at rather Than any jot obeys; seeks all foul means Of boistrous and rough jadry | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028894 | to disseat His lord that kept it bravely. When naught served, When neither curb would crack, girth break, nor diffring plunges Disroot his rider whence he grew, but that He kept him tween his legs, on his hind hoofs On end he stands That Arcites legs, being higher than his head, Seemed with strange art to hang. His victors wreath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028895 | Even then fell off his head and presently Backward the jade comes oer, and his full poise Becomes the riders load. Yet is he living, But such a vessel tis that floats but for The surge that next approaches. He much desires To have some speech with you. Lo, he appears. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Emilia, Arcite in a chair. PALAMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028896 | O miserable end of our alliance! The gods are mighty. Arcite, if thy heart, Thy worthy, manly heart, be yet unbroken, Give me thy last words. I am Palamon, One that yet loves thee dying. ARCITE. Take Emilia And with her all the worlds joy. Reach thy hand; Farewell. I have told my last hour. I was false, Yet never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028897 | treacherous. Forgive me, cousin. One kiss from fair Emilia. [_Emilia kisses Arcite._] Tis done. Take her. I die. PALAMON. Thy brave soul seek Elysium! [_Arcite dies._] EMILIA. Ill close thine eyes, Prince; blessed souls be with thee! Thou art a right good man, and, while I live, This day I give to tears. PALAMON. And I to honour. THESEUS. In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028898 | this place first you fought; een very here I sundered you. Acknowledge to the gods Our thanks that you are living. His part is played, and, though it were too short, He did it well; your day is lengthened, and The blissful dew of heaven does arrose you. The powerful Venus well hath graced her altar, And given you your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028899 | love. Our master Mars, Hath vouched his oracle, and to Arcite gave The grace of the contention. So the deities Have showed due justice.Bear this hence. PALAMON. O cousin, That we should things desire, which do cost us The loss of our desire! That naught could buy Dear love, but loss of dear love! [_Arcites body is carried out._] THESEUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
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