The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare ~ Full Audiobook
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the two noble kinsmen prologue new plays and maidenheads are near akin much followed both for both much money

if they stand sound and well and a good play whose modest scenes blush on his marriage-day and shake to lose his honour is like her that after holy-tie and first-night stir yet still is modesty and still retains more of the maid to sight than husbands pains we pray our play may be so for i'm sure it has a noble breeder and a pure a learned and a poet never went more famous yet twixt poe and silver trent

Chaucer, of all admired, the story gives; There constant to eternity it lives. If we let fall the nobleness of this, And the first sound this child hear be a hiss, How will it shake the bones of that good man, And make him cry from underground, "O fan from me the witless chaff Of such a writer that blasts my bays, And my famed works makes lighter than Robin Hood!" This is the fear we bring.

for to say truth it were an endless thing and too ambitious to aspire to him weak as we are and almost breathless swim in this deep water do but you hold out your helping hands and we shall tack about and something do to save us you shall hear scenes though below his art may yet appear worth two hours travail

to his bones sweet sleep content to you if this play do not keep a little dull time from us we perceive our losses fall so thick we needs must leave act i scene i athens before a temple enter hymen with a torch burning a boy in a white robe before singing and strewing flowers

After Hymen a nymph, encompassed in her tresses, bearing a wheaten garland. Then Theseus, between two other nymphs with wheaten chaplets on their heads. Then Hippolyta, the bride, led by Perithous, and another holding a garland over her head, her tresses likewise hanging. After her, Amelia, holding up her train. Artesius and Attendance. Music. The Song.

Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, but in their hue, Maiden pinks of odor faint, daisies smellless, Yet most quaint, and sweet thyme true. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Mary springtime's harbinger, with her bells dim, Oxlips in their cradles growing, marigolds on their deathbeds blowing, Lark-heels trim.

all dear nature's children sweet lie for bride and bridegroom's feet blessing their sense not an angel of the air bird melodious or bird fair be absent hence the crow the slanderous cuckoo nor the boding raven nor chuff whore nor chattering pie may on our bridehouse perch or sing or with them any discord bring but from it fly

Enter three queens in black with veils, stained, and with imperial crowns. The first queen falls down at the foot of Theseus, the second falls down at the foot of Hippolyta, the third before Aemilia.

For pity's sake and true gentilities, hear and respect me. For your mother's sake, and as you wish yourself may thrive with fair ones, hear and respect me. Now for the love of him whom Jove hath marked, the honour of your bed, and for the sake of clear virginity, be advocate for us our distresses. This good deed shall raise you out of the book of trespasses. All you are set down there. Sad lady, rise. Stand up.

No knees to me. What woman I may see that is distressed does bind me to her. What's your request? Deliver you for all. We are three queens, whose sovereigns fell before the wrath of cruel Creon, who endure the beaks of ravens, talons of the kites, and pecks of crows in the foul fields of Thebes.

he will not suffer us to burn their bones to earn their ashes nor to take the offence of mortal loathsomeness from the blessed eye of holy phoebus but infects the winds with stench of our slain lords o pitied duke thou perjurer of the earth draw thy feared sword that does good turns to the world give us the bones of our dead kings that we may chapel them

and of thy boundless goodness take some note that for our crowned heads we have no roof save this which is the lions and the bears and vaults to everything pray you kneel not i was transported with your speech and suffered your knees to wrong themselves i have heard the fortunes of your dead lords which gives me such lamenting as wakes my vengeance and revenge for em

king capaneus was your lord the day that he should marry you at such a season as now it is with me i met your groom by mars altar you were at that time fair not juno's mantle fairer than your tresses nor in more bounty spread her your wheaten wreath was then nor threshed nor blasted fortune at you dimpled her cheek with smiles

hercules our kinsman then weaker than your eyes laid by his club he tumbled down upon his nemean hide and swore his sinews thawed

O grief and time, fearful consumers, you will all devour. O I hope some God, some God hath put his mercy in your manhood, whereto he'll infuse power and press you forth our undertaker. O no knees, none widow, unto the helmeted Bologna use them, and pray for me, your soldier, troubled I am.

Turns away. Honoured Hippolyta, most dreaded Amazonian that has slain the scythe-tusked boar, that with thy arm as strong as it is white, wast near to make the male to thy sex captive, but that this thy lord, born to uphold creation in that honour first nature styled it in, shrunk thee into the bound thou wast overflowing, at once subduing thy force and thy affection. Soldieress, that equally canst poise sternness with pity,

Who now, I know, hast much more power on him than e'er he had on thee, Who owest his strength and his love too, Who is a servant for the tenor of thy speech, Dear glass of ladies, bid him that we, Whom flaming war doth scorch, Under the shadow of his sword may cool us, Require him, he advance it o'er our heads, Speak it in a woman's key, Like such a woman as any of us three.

weep ere you fail lend us a knee but touch the ground for us no longer time than a dove's motion when the head is plucked off tell him if he in the blood-sized field lay swollen showing the sun his teeth grinning at the moon what you would do poor lady say no more i had as lief trace this good action with you as that whereto i'm going and ne'er yet went i so willing way

My lord is taken heart-deep with your distress. Let him consider. I'll speak anon. Oh, my petition was set down in ice, which, by hot grief and candids, melts into drops, so sorrow, wanting form, is pressed with deeper matter. Pray stand up. Your grief is written in your cheek.

oh woe you cannot read it there there through my tears like wrinkled pebbles in a glassy stream you may behold them lady lady alack he that will all the treasure know o'er the earth

Must come to the centre too. He that will fish for the least minnow, Let him lead his line to catch one at my heart. O, pardon me! Extremities, That sharp and sundry wits make me a fool. Pray you, say nothing, pray you, Who cannot feel nor see the rain, Being int, nose neither wet nor dry. If that you were the ground-piece of some painter, I would buy you, to instruct me against a capital grief indeed. Such heart-pierced demonstration—

But alas, being a natural sister of our sex, your sorrow beat so ardently upon me, that it shall make a counter-reflect gainst my brother's heart, and warm it to some pity, though it were made of stone. Pray have good comfort. Forward to the temple. Leave not out a jot of the sacred ceremony.

O, this celebration will longer last, and be more costly than your suppliant's war. Remember that your fame knolls in the ear of the world. What you do quickly is not done rashly. Your first thought is more than others' labored meditants. You're premeditating more than their actions. But, O Jove, your actions, soon as they move, as ospreys do the fish, subdue before they touch.

Think, dear Duke, think what beds our slain kings have. What griefs our beds, that our dear lords have none. None fit for the deeds. Those that, with cords, knives, drams, precipitants, weary of this world's light, have to themselves been death's most horrid agents. Human grace affords them dust and shadow. But our lords lie blistering for the visitating sun, and were good kings when living.

It is true, and I will give you comfort to give your dead lord's grace. The witch-to-do must make some work with Creon. And that work now presents itself to the doing. Now it will take form. The heats are gone tomorrow. Then bootless toil must recompense itself with its own sweat. Now he's secure. Not dreams we stand before your puissance, rinsing our holy begging in our eyes to make petition clear.

Now you may take him drunk with his victory. And his army full of bread and sloth. Artesius, that best knowest how to draw out, fit to this enterprise, the primest for this proceeding, and the number to carry such a business, forth and levy our worthiest instruments, whilst we dispatch this grand act of our life, this daring deed of fate in wedlock. Dowagers, take hands. Let us be widows to our woes.

Delay commends us to a famishing hope. Farewell. We come unseasonably, but when could grief call forth as unpanged judgment can, fit as time for best solicitation? My good ladies, this is a service whereto I am going greater than any war. It more imports me than all the actions that I have foregone or futurely can cope. The more proclaiming our suit shall be neglected—

when her arms able to lock jove from a synod shall by warranting moonlight coarsely at thee o when her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall upon thy tasteful lips what wilt thou think of rotten kings or blubbered queens what care for what thou feelest not what thou feelest being able to make mars spurn his drum

o if thou couch but one night with her every hour in it will take hostage of thee for a hundred and thou shalt remember nothing more than what that banquet bids thee to hippolyta kneeling to theseus though much unlike you should be so transported as much sorry i should be such a suitor

"'Yet I think, did I not by the abstaining of my joy "'which breeds a deeper longing cure their surfeit "'that craves a present medicine, "'I should pluck all lady scandal on me?'

therefore sir as i shall here make trial of my prayers either presuming them to have some force or sentencing for i their vigor dumb prorog this business we are going about and hang your shield afore your heart about that neck which is my fee and which i freely lend to do these poor queens service oh help now to emilia our cause cries for your knee emilia kneeling to theseus

if you grant not my sister her petition in that force with that celerity and nature which she makes it in from henceforth i'll not dare to ask you anything nor be so hardy ever to take a husband pray stand up hippolyta and amelia rise i am entreating of myself to do that which you kneel to have me perithous lead on the bride

Get you and pray the gods for success and return. Omit not anything in the pretended celebration.

Queens, follow your soldier. As before, hence you. To Artesius. And at the banks of Aulis, meet us with the forces you can raise, where we shall find the moiety of a number for a business more bigger looked. To Hippolyta. Since that our theme is haste, I stamp this kiss upon thy current lip. Sweet, keep it as my token. To Artesius. Set you forward, for I will see you gone. Exit Artesius.

farewell my beauteous sister perithous keep the feast full bade not an hour on it per sir i'll follow you at heels the feast solemnity shall want to your return sir cousin i charge you budge not from athens we shall be returning ere you can end this feast of which i pray you make no abatement

Once more, farewell all. Hippolyta, Emilia, Perithous, Hymen, Boy, Nymphs, and Attendants enter the temple. Thus dost thou still make good the tongue of the world. And earnst a deity equal with Mars. If not above him, for thou beest.

being but mortal, make his affections bend to godlike honours, they themselves say, grown under such a mastery. As we are men, thus should we do, being sensually subdued we lose our human title. Good share, ladies, now turn we towards your comforts. Flourish, Axiom, Scene 2, Thebes, the court of the palace, enter Palamon and Archite. Dear Palamon,

dearer in love than blood and our prime cousin yet unhardened in the crimes of nature let us leave the city thebes and the temptings in't before we further sully our gloss of youth and here to keep in abstinence we shame as in incontinence for not to swim in the aid of the current were almost to sink at least to frustrate striving

and to follow the common stream would bring us to an eddy where we should turn or drown, if labour through our gain but life and weakness. Your advice is cried up with example. What strange ruins since first we went to school may we perceive walking in Thebes! Scars and bare weeds the gain of the martialist, who did propound to his bold ends honour and golden ingots, which, though he won, he had not."

and now flirted by peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer to Mars' so scorned altar? I do bleed when such I meet, and wish great Juno would resume her ancient fit of jealousy to get the soldier work, that peace might purge for her repletion, and retain anew her charitable heart, now hard and harsher than strife or war could be. Are you not out? Meet you no ruin but the soldier in the cranks and turns of Thebes? You did begin as if you met decays of many kinds."

Perceive you none that do arouse your pity but the unconsidered soldier? Yes, I pity decays where'er I find them, but such most that sweating in an honourable toil are paid with ice to cool them. Tis not this I did begin to speak of. This is virtue of no respect in Thebes.

I speak of Thebes. How dangerous, if we will keep our honours, it is for our residing, where every evil hath a good colour, where every seeming good's a certain evil, where not to be even jump as they are here were to be strangers, and such things to be mere monsters. It is in our power, unless we fear that apes can tutor us, to be masters of our manners.

what need i affect another's gait which is not catching where there is faith or to be fond upon another's way of speech when by mine own i may be reasonably conceived saved too speaking it truly why am i bound by any generous bond to follow him follows his tailor happily so long until the followed make pursuit or let me know why mine own barber is unblest with him my poor chin too for tis not scissor'd just to such a favourite's glass

what cannon is there that does command my rapier from my hip to dangle it in my hand or to go tiptoe before the street be foul either i am the fore-horse in the team or i am none that draw in the sequent trace these poor slight sores need not a plantain that which rips my bosom almost to the hearts our uncle crayon he a most unbounded tyrant whose successes makes heaven unfeared and villainy assured beyond its power there's nothing

almost puts faith in a fever, and deifies alone voluble chance, who only attributes the faculties of other instruments to his own nerves and act, commands men's service, and what they winn'nt, boot and glory, one that fears not to do harm, good dares not. Let the blood of mine that sib to him be sucked from me with leeches, let them break and fall off me with that corruption.

Clear-spirited cousin, let's leave his court, That we may nothing share of his loud infamy; For our milk will relish of the pasture, And we must be vile or disobedient, Not his kinsmen in blood, and less in quality. Nothing truer. I think the echoes of his shames Have deaf'd the ears of heavenly justice. Widows' cries descend again into their throats, And have not due audience of the gods.

valerius enter valerius val the king calls for you yet be leaden-footed till his great rage be off him phoebus when he broke his whip-stock and exclaim'd against the horses of the sun but whisper'd to the loudness of his fury phoebus small winds shake him but what's the matter

Theseus, who, where he threats, appalls, hath sent deadly defiance to him, and pronounces ruin to Thebes, who is at hand to seal the promise of his wrath. Let him approach, but that we fear the gods in him, he brings not a jot of terror to us. Yet what man thirds his own worth? The case in each of ours, when that his actions dragged with mind assured, tis bad he goes about. Leave that unreasoned.

our services stand now for thebes not creon yet to be neutral to him were dishonour rebellious to oppose therefore we must with him stand to the mercy of our fate who have bounded our last minute so we must is't said some war's afoot or it shall be on fail of some condition is in motion the intelligence of state came in the instant with the defier let's to the king

Who, were he a quarter-carrier Of that honour which his enemy comes in, The blood we venture should be as for our health, Which were not spent, rather laid out for purchase. But alas, our hands advance before our hearts, What will the fall of the stroke do damage? Let the event, that never-erring arbitrator, Tell us when we know all ourselves, And let us follow the beckoning of our chance. EXCIENT

SCENE III. BEFORE THE GATES OF ATHENS. ENTER PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, AND AMELIA.

No further. Sir, farewell. Repeat my wishes to our great lord, Of whose success I dare not make any timorous question. Yet I wish him excess and overflow of power, And might be to dare ill-dealing fortune. Speed to him. Store never hurts good governors. Though I know his ocean needs not my poor drops, Yet they must yield their tribute there.

My precious maid, those best affections that the heavens infuse in their best-tempered pieces keep enthroned in your dear heart. Thanks, sir. Remember me to our all-royal brother, for whose speed the great Bologna I'll solicit. And since, in our terrene state, petitions are not without gifts understood, I'll offer to her what I shall be advised she likes.

our hearts are in his army in his tent in his bosom we have been soldiers and we cannot weep when our friends don their helms or put to sea or tell of babes broached on the lance or women that have sawed their infants in and after eat them the brine they weep at killing them

Then if you stay to see us such spinsters, We should hold you here forever. Peace be to you as I pursue this war, Which shall be then beyond further requiring. EXIT How his longing follows his friend, Since his depart his sports, Though craving seriousness and skill, Pass slightly his careless execution, Where nor gain made him regard, Or loss consider, But playing one business in his hand—

another directing in his head his mine nurse equal to these so differing twins have you observed him since our great lord departed with much labour and i did love him for it

they too have cabined in many as dangerous as poor a corner peril and want contending they have skiffed torrents whose roaring tyranny and power in the least of these was dreadful and they have fought out together yet fate hath brought them off their knot of love tied weaved entangled with so true so long and with a finger of so deep a cunning may be outworn never undone

"I think Theseus cannot be umpire to himself cleaving his conscience into twain and doing each side like justice which he loves best." "Doubtless there is a best, and reason has no manners to say it is not to you. I was acquainted once with a time when I enjoyed a playfellow. You were at wars when she the grave enriched, who made too proud the bed, took leave o'er the moon, which then looked pale at parting, when our count was each eleven.

twas flavina yes you talk of perithous and theseus love theirs has more ground is more maturely seasoned more buckled with strong judgment and their needs the one of the other may be said to water their entangled roots of love but i and she i sigh and spoke of were things innocent

Loved, for we did, and like the elements, That know not what, nor why, Yet do affect rare issues by their operance. Our souls did so to one another. What she liked was then of me approved, What not, condemned, no more arraignment. The flower that I would pluck and put between my breasts, Then but beginning to swell about the blossom, She will long till she had such another, And commit it to the like innocent cradle, Where phoenix-like they died and perfume.

"'On my head no toy but was her pattern. "'Her affections, pretty, though happily her careless wear, "'I followed for my most serious decking.'

Had mine ear stolen some new air, Or at adventure hummed one from musical coinage, Why, it was a note whereon her spirits would sojourn, Rather dwell on, and sing it in her slumbers. This rehearsal, which every innocent wots well, Comes in like old importments bastard, Has this end, that the true love 'tween maid and maid May be more than in sex dividual.

you are out of breath and this high-speed pace is but to say that you shall never like the maid flavina love any that's called man i am sure i shall not now alack weak sister i must no more believe thee in this point though in it i know thou dost believe thyself than i will trust a sickly appetite that loathes even as it longs

be sure my sister if i were ripe for your persuasion you have said enough to shake me from the arm of the all-noble theseus for whose fortunes i will now in and kneel with great assurance that we more than his perithous possess the high throne in his heart i am not against your faith yet i continue mine a scene for a field before thebes

cornets a battle struck within then a retreat then a flourish then enter theseus victor the three queens meet him and fall on their faces before him to thee no star be dark both heaven and earth friend thee for ever all the good that may be wish'd upon thy head i cry amen to

the impartial gods who from the mounted heavens view us their mortal herd behold who err and in their time chastise go and find out the bones of your dead lords and honour them with treble ceremony rather than a gap should be in their dear rights we would supply it but those we will depute which shall invest you in your dignities and even each thing our haste does leave imperfect

So adieu, and heaven's good eyes look on you. What are those?

Men of great quality as may be judged by their appointment. Some of Thebes have told us they are sisters' children, nephews to the king. By the helm of Mars I saw them in the war, like to a pair of lions smeared with prey, make lanes in troops aghast. I fixed my note constantly on them, for they were a mark worth a god's view. What was it that prisoner told me when I inquired their names?

we learn they're called archite and palamon tis right those those they are not dead nor in a state of life had they been taken when their last hurts were given twas possible they might have been recovered yet they breathe and have the name of men then like men use em the very lees of such millions of rates exceed the wine of others

all our surgeons convent in their behoof our richest bombs rather than niggard waste their lives concern us much more than thebes is worth rather than have them freed of this plight and in their mourning state sound and at liberty i would him dead but forty thousand fold we had rather have em prisoners to us than death

bear him speedily from our kind air to them unkind and minister what man to man may do for our sake more since i have known fights fury friends behests love's provocations zeal a mistress task desire of liberty a fever madness hath set a mark which nature could not reach to without some imposition sickness in will or wrestling strength in reason

for our love and great apollo's mercy all are best their best skill tender lead into the city where having bound things scattered we will post to athens for our army flourish scene five another part of the field enter the queens with the hearses of their husbands in a funeral solemnity c song

urns and odors bring away vapors sighs darken the day our dole more deadly looks than dying balms and gums and heavy cheers sacred vials filled with tears and clamors through the wild air flying come all sad and solemn strows that our quick-eyed pleasures foes we convent naught else but woes we convent naught else but woes

This funeral path brings to your household's grave joys seize on you again. Peace sleep with him. And this to yours. Yours this way. Heavens lend a thousand differing ways to one sure end. This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the marketplace where each one meets. Exeunt severally. End of Act 1.

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ACT II. SCENE I. A Garden with a Castle in the Background. Enter Jailer and Wooer. I made a part with little while I live. Something I make haste to you, not much.

alas the prison i keep there would be for great ones yet they seldom come before one's summoned you shall take a number of minnows i am given out to be better lined than it can appear to me report is a true speaker i would however really that i am delivered to be

marry what i have be it what it will i will assure upon my daughter at the day of my death lady utterword sir i demand no more than your own offer and i will estate your daughter in what i have promised well we will talk more of this when the solemnity is past but have you a full promise of her

when that shall be seen i tend to my consent i have sir here she comes enter jailor's daughter with rushes 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 shall have an end of it

In the meantime look tenderly to the two prisoners. I can tell you they are princes. These strewings are for their chamber. 'Tis a pity they are in prison, and to a pity they should be out. I do think they have patience to make any adversity ashamed. The prison itself is proud of 'em, and they have all the world in their chamber. They are fain to be a pair of absolute men.

By my troth, I think fame but stammers them. They stand a grise above the reach of report. I heard them reported in a battle to be the only doers. Nay, most likely, for they are noble sufferers. I marvel how they would have looked had they been victors, that with such a constant nobility and force of freedom out of bondage, making misery their mirth, and affliction a toy to jest at. Do they so?

It seems to me they have no more sense 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, some time, a divided sigh, martyred as twere the deliverance, will break from one of them.

When the other presently gives it so sweet a rebuke, That I could wish myself a sigh to be so chid, Or at least a sire to be comforted. I never saw 'em. The duke himself came privately in the night, And so did they. What the reason of it is I know not. Look, yonder they are. That's our kite looks out.

No, sir, no, that's Palamon. Archite is the lower of the twain. You may perceive a part of him. Go to, leave your pointing. They would not make as their object. Out of their sight. It is a holiday to look on them. Lord, the difference of men! Exeunt Scene 2 A Room in the Prison Enter Palamon and Archite.

How do you, noble cousin? How do you, sir? Why, strong enough to laugh at misery and bear the chance of war yet. We are prisoners, I fear, forever, cousin. I believe it, and to that destiny have patiently laid up my hour to come. O cousin Archite, where is Thebes now? Where is our noble country? Where are our friends and kindreds?

Never more must we behold those comforts, never see the hardy youths strive for the games of honour hung with the painted favours of their ladies like tall ships under sail. Then start amongst them, and, as an east wind, leave them all behind us like lazy clouds, whilst Palamon and Archite, even in the wagging of a wanton leg, outstripped the people's praises, won the garlands ere they have time to wish them ours.

O, 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-eyed god of war ne'er wore, ravished our sides like age must run to rust and deck the temples of those gods that hate us. These hands shall never draw them out like lightning to blast whole armies more.

No, Palamon, those hopes are prisoners with us. Here we are, and here the graces of our youth must wither, like a too timely spring. Here the age must find us, and, which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried. The sweet embraces of a loving wife, loaded with kisses, armed with thousand cupids, shall never clasp our necks.

No issue know us, no figures of ourselves shall we e'er see To glad our age, and like young eagles teach him boldly To gaze against bright arms, and say, "Remember what your fathers were, and conquer!" The fair-eyed 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 tells our woes the vine shall grow but we shall never see it summer shall come and with her all the lights but dead cold winter must inhabit here still tis too true argite to our theban hounds that shook the aged forest with their echoes no more now must we halloo no more shake our pointed javelins whilst the angry swine flies like a parthian quiver from our rages stuck with our well-stealed 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 honour lazily children of grief and ignorance yet cousin even from the bottom of these miseries from all that fortune can inflict upon us i see two comforts rising two mere blessings if the gods please to hold here

brave patience, and the enjoying of our griefs together. Whilst Powerman is with me, let me perish if I think this our prison. Certainly tis a main goodness, cousin, that our fortunes were twined together. Tis most true, two souls put in two noble bodies, let them suffer the gall of hazard, so they grow together will never sink. They must not say they could.

A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done. Should we make worthy uses of this place That all men hate so much? How, gentle cousin? Let's think this prison holy sanctuary To keep us from corruption of worse men. We are young, and yet desire the ways of honour, That liberty and common conversation The poison of pure spirits Might like women woo 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 mind to one another we are one another's 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 serpents seek us the hand of war hurts none here nor the sea swallow their youth were we at liberty a wife might part us lawfully or business

"Quarrels consume us, envy of ill men grave our acquaintance. I might sicken, cousin, 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." "You have made me, I thank you, cousin Arkite, almost wanton with my captivity. What a misery it is to live abroad and everywhere! 'Tis like a beast, methinks.

i find the court here i am sure a more content and all those pleasures that woo 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

cousin argite had not the loving gods found this place for us we had died as they do ill old men unwept and had their epitaphs the people's curses shall i say more i would hear you still you shall

Is there any record of any two that loved better than we do, Archite? ARCHITE. Sure there cannot. ARCHITE. I do not think it possible our friendship should ever leave us. ARCHITE. Till our death it cannot, and after death our spirits shall be led to those that love eternally. Speak on, sir. Enter Amelia and Waiting-woman, below. This garden has a world of pleasures in't. What flower is this? ARCHITE. Tis called Narcissus, madam. That was a fair boy certain, but a fool to love himself.

Were they not maids enough? Pray, forward. Yes. Or were they all hard-hearted? They could not be to one so fair. Thou wouldst not? I think I should not, madam. That's a good wench. But take heed to your kindness, though. Why, madam? Men are mad things. Will ye go forward, cousin? Canst thou not work such flowers in silk, wench? Yes. I'll have a gown full of them.

And of these, this is a pretty colour. Wilt not do rarely upon a skirt wench? Dainty madam. Cousin, cousin, how do you, sir? Why, palamon! Never till now I was in prison, archite. Why, what's the matter, man? Behold, and wonder, by heaven, she is a goddess!

"'Do reverence! She is a goddess, archite.' "'Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best.' "'Why, gentle madam?' "'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 briars.' "'She's wondrous fair.'

she is all the beauty extant the sun grows high let's walk in keep these flowers we'll see how near art can come near their colours exit with waiting woman what think you of this beauty it is a rare one is it but a rare one yes a matchless beauty might not a man well lose himself and love her i cannot tell what you have done i have but shrew mine eyes for't

Now I feel my shackles. You love her then? Who would not? And desire her? Before my liberty. I saw her first. That's nothing. But it shall be. I saw her too. Yes, but you must not love her. 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. You shall not love at all. Not love at all?

Who shall deny me? I that first saw her, I that took possession first with mine eye Of all those beauties in her revealed to mankind. If thou lovest her, or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes, Thou art a traitor, archite, and a fellow false as thy title to her. Friendship, blood, and all the titles between us, I disclaim if thou once think upon her. 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, farewell 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's a man's son. Have I called thee friend? Yes, and have found me so. Why are you moved 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 archite archie yes archie am i liable to those affections those joys griefs angers fears my friends shall suffer archie you may be 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 phaedrus no but unjust if thou pursue that sight phaedrus because another first sees the enemy shall i stand still and let mine honour down and never charge phaedrus yes if he be but one phaedrus but say that one had rather combat me phaedrus let that one say so and use thy freedom

Else, if thou pursuest her, be as that cursed man that hates his country, a branded villain. You're mad. I must be, till thou art worthy, Archite. It concerns me, and in this madness, if I hazard thee and take thy life, I deal but truly. Fie, sir, you play the child extremely. I love her, I must, I ought to do so, and I dare.

and all this justly. Oh, that now, that now thy false self and thy friend had but this fortune, to be one hour at liberty and grasp our good swords in our hands. I'd quickly teach thee what it were to filch affection from another. Thou art baser in it than a cut-purse. Push but thy head out of this window more, and as I have a soul I'll nail thy life to it. Thou darest not, fool! Thou canst not! Thou art feeble!

I'll throw my body out, and leap in the garden when I see her next, and pitch between her arms to anger thee. No more. The keeper's coming. I shall live to knock thy brains out with my shackles. Ha! Do! Enter jailer. Be your leave, gentlemen. Now, honest keeper. Lord Arricate, you must presently to the duke. The cause I know not yet.

i am ready keeper archite prince bellamon i must a while bereave you of your fair cousin's company exit with archite 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 has taken notice both of his blood and body but his falsehood 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 eyes shine on ye would i were for all the fortune of my life hereafter yon little tree yon blooming apricot

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. And then, I am sure, she would love me. How now, keeper? Where's Archite? BANISHED.

Prince Perithous obtained his liberty, but never more upon his oath than life must he set foot upon his kingdom. He's a blessed man. He shall see Thebes again, and call to arms the bold young men that, when he bids them charge, fall on like fire. Archite shall have 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, he's a cold coward.

How bravely may he bear himself to win her, if he be noble archite, thousand ways! Where I had 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. My lord, for you I have this charge too. To discharge my life? No, but from this place to remove your lordship. The windows are too open.

Devil's taken that are so envious to me. Pray thee, kill me. And hang for it afterward. By this good light had I a sword, I'd kill thee. Why, my lord? Thou bring'st such pelting scurvy news continually. Thou art not worthy life. I will not go. Indeed you must, my lord. May I see the garden? No. Then I am resolved I will not go. I must constrain you then, for you are dangerous.

I'll clap my irons on you. Do, good keeper, I'll shake them so ye shall not sleep. I'll make you a new Morris. Must I go? There is no remedy. Farewell, kind window. May rude wind never hurt thee. O my lady, if thou ever hast felt what sorrow was, dream how I suffer. Come, now bury me. Accent Scene 3

The country near Athens. Enter Archite. Banish'd the kingdom? 'Tis a benefit, a mercy I must thank him for. But banish'd the free enjoying of that face I die for? O, 'twas a studied punishment, a death 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 ne'er exceeded nor ne'er 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 this kingdom i know mine own is but a heap of 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'm happy. I'll see her and be near her or no more. Enter four countrymen, one with a garland before them. My masters, I will be there, that's certain. And I'll be there. And I. Why then, have with you boys. Tis but a chiding. Let the plough play today. I'll tickle thou to the jade's tails tomorrow. I'm sure to have my wife as jealous as a turkey. But that's all one.

I'll go through. Let her mumble. Do we all hold against the main? Hold? What should ill us? Arcus will be there. And Senoise and Ricus. And three better lads never danced under green tree. And you know what wench is. But will the dainty Domine, the schoolmaster, keep touch, do you think?

for he does all you know. He'll eat a hornbook ere he fail. Go to! The matter's too far driven between him and the Tanner's daughter to let slip now. And she must see the Duke, and she must dance too. Shall we be lusty? Here I'll be, and there I'll be for our town, and here again, and there again. Ah, boys, hey for the weavers! This must be done in the woods. Oh, pardon me.

by any means our thing o'lernon says so where he himself will edify the duke most parlously in our behalves he's excellent i the woods bring him to the plains is lernon makes no cry we'll see the sports then every man to his tackle and sweet companions let's rehearse by any means before the ladies see us and do sweetly and god knows what may come on it content the sports once ended will perform

Away, boys, and hold. By your leaves, honest friends. Pray you, whither go you? Whither? Why, what a question's that? Yes, tis a question. To me that know not. To the games, my friend. Where were you bred, you know it not? Not far, sir. Are there such games to-day? Yes, marry, are there? And such as you never saw, the Duke himself'll be in person there. What pastimes are they? Wrestling and running.

'Tis a pretty fellow. Thou wilt not go along? Not yet, sir. Well, sir, take your own time. Come, boys. My mind misgives me. This fellow has a vengeance trick on the hip. Mark, how is bodies made for it? I'll be hanged, though, if he dare venture. Hang him, plum porridge. He wrestle, he roast eggs.

Come, let's be gone, lads. EXCIENT COUNTRYMAN. This is an offered opportunity I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled. The best men called it excellent. And run swifter than wind upon a field of corn, curling the wealthy ears, or flew. I'll venture, and in some poor disguise 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. EXCIT.

scene four athens a room in the prison enter jailor's daughter why should i love this gentleman tis odds he never will affect me i am base my father the mean keeper of his prison and he a prince to marry him is hopeless to be his whore is witless ah 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, 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. I loved him—extremely loved him—infinitely loved him. And yet he had a cousin fair as he too.

but 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 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 every 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, 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 to-morrow he shall love me exit scene v an open place in athens a short flourish of cornets and shouts within

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Perithous, Amelia, Archite disguised wearing a garland, and countrymen. You have done worthily. I have not seen since Hercules a man of tougher sinews. Whatever you are, you run the best and wrestle that these times can allow. I'm proud to please you. What country bred you? This, but far off, Prince. Are you a gentleman? My father said so.

and two of those gentle uses gave me life. B. Are you his heir? C. His youngest, sir. B. Your father sure is a happy sire then. What proves you? C. A little of all noble qualities. I could have kept a hawk, and well have hallooed to a deep cry of dogs. I dare not praise my feet in horsemanship, yet they that knew me would say that it was my best piece—last and greatest.

I would be thought a soldier. You are perfect. Upon my soul, a proper man. He is so. How do you like him, lady? I admire him. I have not seen so young a man so noble, if he say true, of his sort. Believe, his mother was a wondrous handsome woman. His face, methinks, goes that way. But his body and fiery mind illustrate a brave father.

Mark how his vertue, like a hidden sun, Breaks through his baser garments. He's well got, sure. What made you seek this place, sir? Noble 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 honor. All his words are worthy. Sir, we are much indebted to your travail, Nor shall you lose your wish.

"Perithous, dispose of this fair gentleman." "Thanks, Theseus. Whate'er you are, you're mine, and I shall give you to a most noble service. To this lady, this bright young virgin, pray observe her goodness. You've honored her fair birthday with your virtues, and, as you're due, you're hers. Kiss her fair hand, sir." "Sir, you're a noble giver."

Dearest beauty, thus let me seal my vowíd faith: When your servant, your most unworthy creature, But offends you, command him die, and he shall. That were too cruel. If you deserve well, sir, I shall soon see't. Youíre mine, and somewhat better than your rank Iíll use you. Iíll see you furnished.

and because you say you are a horseman i must needs entreat you this afternoon to ride but it is a rough one i like him better prince i shall not then freeze in my saddle sweet you must be ready and you amelia and you friend and all to-morrow by the sun to do observance to flowery may in dian's wood wait well sir upon your mistress

"'Emily, I hope he shall not go afoot.' "'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 mistress.' "'If I do not, let me find that my father ever hated, "'disgrace and blows.' "'Go, lead the way. "'You've won it. "'It shall be so. "'You shall receive all dues "'fit for the honour you have won, "'to a wrong else.'

sister beshrew my heart you have a servant that if i were a woman would be master but you are wise i hope too wise for that sir flourish scene six before the prison enter jailor's daughter let all the dukes and all the devils roar he is at liberty i 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 plain fast by a brook, and there he shall keep 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 the law find me, and then condemn me for it, 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. Surely he cannot be so unmanly as to leave me here. If he do, maids will not so easily 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 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 do 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 clothes up, and where there is a patch of ground I'll venture, so he be with me. By him, like a shadow, I'll e'er dwell. Within this hour the hoobub will be all o'er 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 two

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ACT III. SCENE I. A FOREST. Cornets in sundry places, Noise and hallooing, as of people a-maying. Enter Archite. The Duke has lost Hippolyta. Each took a several land. This is a solemn right they owe bloomed May, And the Athenians pay it to the heart of ceremony.

O queen Amelia, fresher than May, Sweeter than her gold buttons on the boughs, Or all the enameled nacks of the mead or garden, Yea, we challenge too the bank of any nymph That makes the stream seem flowers. Thou, O jewel of the wood, of the world, Hast likewise blest a place with thy sole presence In thy rumination that I, poor man, Might have soon come between and chop on some cold thought.

Thrice blessed chance to drop on such a mistress Expectation most guiltless aunt. 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 primmest of all the year, Presents me with a brace of horses. Two such steeds might well be By a pair of kings back'd, In a field that their crown's title tried. Alas!

alas poor cousin palamon poor prisoner thou so little dream'st upon my fortune that thou think'st thyself the happier thing to be so near amelia me thou deem'st at thebes and therein wretched although free

but if thou knew'st my mistress breath'd on me and that i ear'd her language liv'd in her eye o cuz what passion would enclose thee enter palamon out of a bush with his shackles he bends his fist at archite traitor kinsman thou shouldst perceive my passion if these signs of prisonment were off me in this hand but owner of a sword

by all oaths in one eye and the justice of my love would make thee a confest traitor o thou most perfidious that ever gently look'd the void'st of honour that e'er bore gentle token falsest cousin that ever blood made kin

call'st thou her thine i'll prove it in my shackles with these hands void of appointment that thou liest and art a very thief in love a chaffy lord not worth the name of villain had i a sword and these house-clogs away palamon dear cousin palamon palamon cousin archite give me language such as thou hast showed me feet archite not finding in the circuit of my breast any gross stuff to form me like your blazon

holds me to the 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 howsoe'er you skip them in me and with them fair cuz i'll maintain my proceedings be pleased to show in generous terms your griefs since that your question's with your equal who professes to clear his own way with the mind and sword of a true gentleman archite that thou durst archite

my coz my coz you've been well advertised how much i dare you've seen me use my sword against the advice of fear sure of another you would not hear me doubted but your silence should break out though in the sanctuary sir i've 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 week's not fair if any day it rain their valiant temper men lose when they incline to treachery

and then they fight like compelled bears would fly were they not tied king kinsman you might as well speak this and act it in your glass as to his ear which now disdains you king 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 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 it 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 noble be content again betake you to your hawthorn house

with counsel of the knight i will be here with wholesome viands these impediments will i file off you shall have garments and perfumes to kill the smell of the prison after when you shall stretch yourself and say but archite i am in plight there shall be at your choice both sword and armor archite o you heavens dares any so noble bear a guilty business none but only archite

therefore none but archite in this kind is so bold. Sweet Palamon. I do embrace you and your offer. For your offer do it I only, sir. Your person, without hypocrisy, I may not wish more than my sword's edge on't. You hear the horns. Enter your musset, lest this match-betweens be crossed ere met. Give me your hand. Farewell.

I'll bring you every needful thing. I pray you, take comfort and be strong. Pray hold your promise, and do the deed with a bent brow. Most 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. 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. Hark, sir, they call the scatter'd to the banquet. You must guess I have an office there. Sir, your attendance cannot please heaven, and I know your office unjustly is achieved. I've a good title, I'm persuaded. This question, sick-betweens, by bleeding must be cured. I am a suitor that to your sword you will bequeath this plea, and talk of it no more.

but this one word you are going now to gaze upon my mistress for note you mine she is nay then 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 looks on there you have advantage o me but enjoy it till i may enforce my remedy farewell scene two another part of the forest

Enter Jailor's daughter. "He has mistook the brake I meant. He's gone after his fancy. 'Tis now well-nigh morning. No matter. Would it were perpetual night and darkness lord o' the world, 'tis a wolf. In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thing. I care for nothing, and that's Palamon. I reck not if the wolves would jaw me so he had this file. What if I hallooed for him?

I cannot, Helu. If I whooped, what then? If he not answered, I should call a wolf, and do him but that service. I have heard strange howls this live-long night. Why may it not be they have made prey of him? He has no weapons. He cannot run. The jingling of his jives might call fell things to listen. Who have in them a sense to know a man unarmed, and can smell where resistance is? I'll set it down. He's torn to pieces."

They howled many together, and then they fed on him. So much to that! Be bold to ring the bell. How stand I then? All's charred when he is gone. No, no, I lie. My father's to be hanged for his escape, myself to beg if I prized life so much as 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. O state of nature, fail to gather 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. 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 point is this, an end, and that is all. Exit. SCENE III. The same part of the forest as in SCENE I. Enter Archite, with meat, wine, phials, etc. ARCHIT. I should be near the place. Ho! Cousin Palamon. Enter Palamon. ARCHIT. The same. I have brought you food and phials.

Come forth and fear not, there's no Theseus. ARCHITE. Nor none so honest, Archite. LADY MACBETH. That's no matter. We'll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage. You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink. I know your fate. Then I'll talk further with you. ARCHITE. Archite, thou mightst now poison me. LADY MACBETH. I might, but I must fear you first. Sit down, and good now, no more of these vain parlies.

let us not having our ancient reputation with us make talk for fools and cowards to your health drinks do praise it down then and let me entreat you by all the honesty and honour in you no mention of this woman it will disturb us we shall have time enough well sir i'll pledge you drinks drink a good hearty draught

it breeds good blood man do you not feel it thaw you captain stay i'll tell you after a draught or two more captain spare it not the duke has more coz eat now captain yes captain i'm glad you've so good a stomach captain i'm glad to have so good meat to it captain it's not bad lodging here in the wild woods cousin captain yes for them that have wild consciences

how tastes your victuals your hunger needs no sauce i see not much but if it did yours is too tart sweet cousin what is this venison tis a lusty meat give me more wine here archite

To the wenches we have known in our days. The Lord Steward's daughter. Do you remember her? After you, cuz. She loved a black-haired man. She did so. Well, sir? I've heard some call him Arkite. And... Out with it, Faith! She met him in an arbour. What did she there, cuz? Play of the Virginals? Something she did, sir. Made her groan a month for it. Or two. Or three. Or four.

Or ten. The marshal's sister had her share too, as I remember, cousin, else there be tales abroad. You'll pledge her? Yes. A pretty brown wench 'tis. There was a time when young men went a-hunting in a wood and a broad beach, and thereby hangs a tale. Hey-ho! For Emily upon my life! Fool away with this strained mirth! I say again, that sigh was breathed for Emily. Base, cousin, darest thou break first?

You are wide. By heaven and earth, there's nothing in the honest. Then I'll leave you. You're a beast now. As thou mak'st me, traitor. There's all things needful. Files and shirts and perfumes. I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring that that shall quiet all. A sword and armour? Fear me not. You're now too foul. Farewell.

Get off your trinkets, you shall want naught. I'll hear no more. Exit. If he keep touch he dies for't. Exit. SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST. Enter Jailer's daughter. I'm very cold, and all the stars are out too, the little stars, and all that looks like Agret's. The sun has seen my folly. Palamon! Alas, no, he's in heaven.

yonder's the sea and there's a ship how it tumbles and there's a rock lies watching under water now now it beats upon it now now now there's a leak sprung a sound one how they cry run her before the wind you'll lose all else up with a course or two and tack about boys good night good night you are gone

"Oh! I'm very hungry. Would I could find a fine frog! He would tell me news from all parts of the world. Then would I make a carrack of a cockleshell, and sail by east and north-east to the King of Pygmies, for he tells fortunes rarely. Now my father twenty to one is trussed up in a trice to-morrow morning, I'll say never a word."

for i'll cut my green coat a foot above my knee and i'll clip my yellow locks an inch below my knee he's by me a white cut forth for to ride and i'll go seek him through the world that is so wide for a prick now like a nightingale to put my breast against

i shall sleep like a tot belse exit scene five another part of the forest enter gerald four countrymen as morris-dancers another as the bavian five wenches and a taborer fie fie what tediosity and disensanity is 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 frizz capacities ye jains of judgment

have i said thus let be and there let be and then let be and no man understand me pro deum medius fidius ye all are gunces for why here stand i here the duke comes there are you close in a 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 forward at length i fling my cap up mark there then do you as once did meleager and the boar break comely out before him like true lovers

Cast yourself in a body decently and sweetly, by a figure, trace and turn, boys.

And sweetly we will do it, Master Gerald. Draw up the company. Where's the taborer? Why, Timothy. Here, my mad boys, have at you. But I say, where's their women? Here's Frizz and Maudlin. And little Luce with the white legs? And bouncing Barbary? And Freckled Nell that never failed her master. Where be your ribbons, maids?

swim with your bodies and carry it sweetly and deliverly and now and then a favour and a frisk let us alone sir where's the rest of the music dispersed as you commanded couple then and see what's wanting where's the bavian

my friend carry your tale without offence or scandal to the ladies and be sure you tumble with audacity and manhood and when you bark do it with judgment yes sir quosque tandem here is a woman wanting if we may go whistle all the fat's in the fire

We have, as learned authors utter, washed a tile. We have been fartous and laboured vainly. This is that scornful piece, that scurvy hilding that gave her promise faithfully she would be here. Cicely, the semster's daughter. The next gloves that I give her shall be dogskin.

nay and she fail me once you can tell archas she swore by wine and bread she would not break archas an e'lem woman a learned poet says unless by the tail and with thy teeth thou hold will either fail in manners this was a false position archas a fire ill take her does she flinch now archas what shall we determine sir archas nothing

Our business is become a nullity, yea, and a woeful and a precious nullity. Now, when the credit of our town lay on it, now to be frample, go thy ways, I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee. Enter Jailer's Daughter. The Georgia lough came from the south, from the coast of Barbarea, and there he met with Brabant,

galants of war by one by two by three ah well hailed well hailed you jolly galants and whither now are you bound ah oh let me have your company till i come to the sound ah there was three fools fell out about a 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 there's a dainty and mad woman master come in the nick as mad as a march hare if we can get her dance we are made again i warrant her she'll do the rarest gambols

A mad woman. We are made boys. And are you mad, good woman? I'd be sorry else. Give me your hand. Why? I can tell your fortune. 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. You're a tinker.

Sir a tinker. The a bony. A tinker damsel. Or a conjurer. Raise me a devil now and let him play qui passa o' the bells and bones. Go take her and fluently persuade her to a piece. Et opus exigi quod nec iovis ira nec idnis. Strike up and lead her in. Come lass, let's trip it.

I'll lead. Do, do. Windhorns. Persuasively and cunningly. Away, boys. I hear the horns. Give me some meditation and mark your cue. Axe and all but Gerald. Pallas. Inspire me. Enter Theseus, Perithous, Hippolyta, Amelia, Archite, and Train. This way the stag took.

stay and edify. What have we here? Some country sport upon my life, sir. Well, sir, go forward. We will edify. Ladies, sit down. We'll stay it. Thou doughty duke, all hail, all hail, sweet ladies. This is a cold beginning. If you but favour our country pastime, madies.

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 rabel or company or by a figure chorus that for thy dignity will dance a morris and i that am the rectifier of all

by title pedagogus 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 to dedalus from post to pillar

is blown abroad help me thy poor well whither and with thy twinkling eyes look right and straight upon this mighty moor 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 rude and raw and muddy to speak before thy noble grace this tenor at whose great feet i offer up my penner the next the lord of may and lady bright the chambermaid and serving-man by night that seek out silent hanging then mine host and his fat spouse that welcomes to their cost

the gaul-ed traveller with a beckoning informs the tapster to inflame the reckoning then the beast-eating clown and next fool the bayon with long tail and eke long tool cum multis alice that make a dance say aye and all shall presently advance alice by any means dear domine produce

INTRATE FILI. Come forth and foot it. Enter the four countrymen, the Bavian, the Taborer, the five wenches, and the jailer's daughter, with others of both sexes. They dance amorous. After which Gerald speaks the epilogue. Ladies, if we have been merry, and have pleased ye with a derry,

and a derry and a down say the schoolmaster's no clown duke if we have pleased thee too and have done as good boys should do give us but a tree or twain for a maypole and again ere another year run out we'll make thee laugh and all this rout take twenty domine

how does my sweetheart never so pleased sir twas an excellent dance and for a preface i never heard a better schoolmaster i thank you once he am all rewarded and here's something to paint your poll withal gives money now to our sports again may the stag thou huntest stand long and thy dogs be swift and strong may they kill him without lets

and the ladies eat his doucets come we're all made die deque omnes ye have danced rarely wenches wind horns exeunt scene six the same part of the forest as in scene three enter palemon from the bush pal about this hour my cousin gave his faith to visit me again and with him bring two swords and two good armours if he fail he's neither man nor soldier

when he left me i did not think a week could have restored my lost strength to me i was grown so low and crestfallen with my wants i thank thee archite thou art yet a fair foe and i feel myself with this refreshing able once again to outdo your danger to delay it longer would make the world think when it comes to hearing that i lay fatting like a swine to fight and not a soldier

therefore this blest mourning shall be the last and that sword he refuses if it but hold i kill him with tis justice so love and fortune for me o good morrow enter archite with armours and swords archite good morrow noble kinsman archite i have put you to too much pain sir archite that too much fair cousin is but a debt to honour and my duty archite would you were so in all sir

I could wish you as kind a kinsman as you forced me find a beneficial foe, that my embraces might thank you, not my blows. I shall think either well done, a noble recompense. Then I shall quit you. Defy me in these fair terms, and you'd show more than a mistress to me. No more anger, as you love anything that's honourable. We were not bred to talk, man.

when we are armed and both upon our guards then let our fury like meeting of two tides fly strongly from us and then to whom the birthright of this beauty truly pertains without upbraidings scorns despisings of our persons and such poutings fitter for girls and schoolboys will be seen and quickly yours or mine will please you arms sir

Or if you feel yourself not fitting yet, and furnished with your old strength, I'll stay, cousin, and every day discourse you into health, as I am spared. Your person I am friends with, and I could wish I had not said I loved her, though I'd died. But, loving such a lady, and justifying my love, I must not fly from't. ARCHITES. Thou art so brave an enemy, that no man but thy cousin's fit to kill thee.

I'm well and lusty. Choose your arms. Choose you, sir. Will thou exceed in all, or dost thou do it to make me spare thee? If you think so, cousin, you are deceived. For as I am a soldier, I will not spare you. That's well said. You'll find it. Then as I am an honest man, and love with all the justice of affection, I'll pay thee soundly. This I'll take. That's mine, then. I'll arm you first. Do.

Pray thee, tell me, cousin, where gotst thou this good armour? To the duke's, and, to say true, I stole it. Do I pinch you? No. It's not too heavy? I've worn a lighter, but I shall make it serve. I'll buckle it close. By any means? You care not for a grand guard? No, no, we'll use no horses. I perceive you'd fain be at that fight. I'm indifferent. Faith, so am I.

Good cousin, thrust the buckle through far enough. I warrant you. My cask now. Will you fight bare-armed? We shall be the nimbler. But use your gauntlets, though. Those are the least. Pretty take mine, good cousin. Thank you, Arkite. How do I look? Am I fallen much away? Faith, very little. Love's used you kindly. I warrant thee. I'll strike home. Do, and spare not. I'll give you cause, sweet cousin. Now to you, sir.

He thinks this armour's very like that, Archite, thou wore'st that day the three kings fell, but lighter. Ah, that was a very good one. And that day I well remember you outdid me, cousin. I never saw such valour. When you charged upon the left wing of the enemy, I spurred hard to come up, and under me I had a right good horse. You had indeed. A bright bay, I remember. Yes, but all was vainly laboured in me.

You outwent me, nor could my wishes reach you. A little I did, by imitation. More by virtue, your modest cousin. When I saw you charge first, methought I heard a dreadful clap of thunder break from the troop. But still before that flew the lightning of your valour. Stay a little. Is not this piece too straight? No, no, tis well. I would have nothing hurt thee but my sword.

A bruise would be dishonour. VINCENT. Now I'm perfect. CHLOE. Stand off, then. VINCENT. Take my sword. I hold it better. CHLOE. I thank you, no. Keep it. Your life lies on it. Here's one. If it but hold, I ask no more for all my hopes. My course and honour guard me. VINCENT. And me my love. Is there aught else to say? They bow several ways, then advance and stand. CHLOE. This only, and no more.

Thou art mine aunt's son, and that blood we desire to shed is mutual, in me thine and in thee mine. My sword is in my hand, and if thou kill'st me, the gods and I forgive thee. If there be a place prepared for those that sleep in honour, I wish his weary soul that falls may win it. Fight bravely, cousin. Give me thy noble hand. Here, Palamon.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship. ARCHITECT. I commend thee. LUCAS. If I fall, curse me, and say I was a coward, For none but such dare die in these just trials. Once more, farewell, my cousin. ARCHITECT. Farewell, Archite. LUCAS. They fight, horns within, they stand. ARCHITECT. Lo, cousin, lo! Our folly has undone us. LUCAS. Why?

this is the duke a-hunting as i told you if we he found we are wretched i'll retire for honour's sake and safety presently into your bush again sir we shall find too many hours to die in gentle cousin if you be seen you perish instantly for breaking prison and i if you reveal me for my contempt

all the world will scorn us and say we had a noble difference, but base disposers of it. LADY MACBETH: No, no, cousin, I will no more be hidden or put off this great adventure to a second trial. I know your cunning and I know your cause. He that faints now, shame take him; put thyself upon thy present guard. Are you not mad? LADY MACBETH: Or I will make the advantage of this hour mine own, and what to come shall threaten me I fear less than my fortune.

No, weak cousin, I love Emilia, and in that I'll bury thee and all crosses else. Then come what can come. Thou shalt know, Palamon, I dare as well die as discourse or sleep. Only this fears me. The law will have the honour of our ends. Have at thy life. Look to thine own well, Archite. They fight again. Horns.

what ignorant and mad malicious traitors are you that gainst the tenor of my laws are making battle thus like knights appointed without my leave and officers of arms by castor both shall die thesias hold thy word theseus we are certainly both traitors both despisers of thee and of thy goodness

i am palamon that cannot love thee he that broke thy prison think well what that deserves and this is archite a bolder traitor never trod thy ground a falser ne'er-seemed friend this is the man was begged and banished this is he contemns thee and what thou darest do and in this disguise against thine own edict follows thy sister that fortunate bright star the fair emilia

whose servant, if there be a right in seeing, and first bequeathing of the soul to, justly I am, and which is more dares think her his.

This treachery, like a most trusty lover, I call him now to answer. If thou be'st, as thou art spoken, great and virtuous, the true decider of all injuries, say, Fight again, and thou shalt see me, Theseus, do such a justice thou thyself wilt envy. Then take my life. I'll woo thee to it. O heaven, what more than man is this? I've sworn. We seek not the breath of mercy, Theseus.

tis to me a thing as soon to die as thee to say it and no more moved where this man calls me traitor let me say thus much if in love be treason in service of so excellent a beauty as i love most and in that faith will perish as i have brought my life here to confirm it as i have served her truest worthiest as i dare kill this cousin that denies it so let me be most traitor and ye please me

For scorning thy edict, Duke, ask that lady why she is fair, and why her eyes command me stay here to love her. And if she say traitor, I am a villain fit to lie unburied. Thou shalt have pity of us both, O Theseus, if unto neither thou show mercy. Stop as thou art just thy noble ear against us, as thou art valiant for thy cousin's soul, whose twelve strong labours crown his memory. Let us die together at one instant, Duke.

Only a little let him fall before me, that I may tell my soul he shall not have her. I grant your wish, for to say true, your cousin has ten times more offended, for I gave him more mercy than you found, sir, your offences being no more than his. None here speak for him, for ere the sun set, both shall sleep for ever. Alas, the pity!

Now or never, sister, speak, not to be denied. That face of yours will bear the curses else of after ages for these lost cousins. "'In my face, dear sister, I find no anger to em, nor no ruin. The misadventure of their own eyes kill em. Yet that I will be woman and have pity, my knees shall grow to the ground, but I'll get mercy. Help me, dear sister, in a deed so virtuous the powers of all women will be with us.'

most royal brother sir by our tie of marriage by your own spotless honour by that faith that fair hand and that honest heart you gave me by that you would have pity in another by your own virtues infinite by valour by all the chaste knights i have ever pleased you these are strange conjurings

Nay, then I'm in too. By all our friendship, sir, by all our dangers, by all you love most, wars, and this sweet lady. By that you would have trembled to deny a blushing maid. By your own eyes, by strength in which you swore I went beyond all women, almost all men, and yet I yielded, Theseus. To crown all this by your most noble soul, which cannot want due mercy, I beg first.

Next hear my prayers. Last let me entreat, sir. For mercy. Mercy. Mercy on these princes. Ye make my faith real. Say I felt compassion to them both. How would you place it? Upon their lives, but with their banishments. You are a right woman, sister. You have pity, but want the understanding where to use it. If you desire their lives, invent a way safer than banishment.

can these two live and have the agony of love about him and not kill one another every day they'd fight about you hourly bring your honour in public question with their swords be wise then and here forget him it concerns your credit and my oath equally i hath said they die better they fall by the law than one another

Bow not my honour. O my noble brother, That oath was rashly made, And in your anger Your reason will not hold it. If such vows stand for express will, All the world must perish. Beside, I have another oath gainst yours, Of more authority, I am sure more love, Not made in passion neither, But good heed. What is it, sister? Urge it home, brave lady. That you would ne'er deny me anything Fit for my modest suit, And your free grunting.

I tire you to your word now. If you fail't, think how you maim your honour. For now I am set to begging, sir. I am deaf to all but your compassion. How their lives might breed the ruin of my name's opinion! Shall anything that loves me perish for me? That were cruel wisdom! Do men prine that straight young boughs that blush with thousand blossoms, because they may be rotten? O Duke Theseus, the goodly mothers that have groaned for these, and all the longing maids that ever loved!

if your vows stand shall curse me and my beauty and in their funeral songs for these two cousins despise my cruelty and cry woe worth me till i am nothing but the scorn of women for heaven's sake save their lives and banish em on what conditions swear em never more to make me their contention or to know me to tread upon thy dukedom and to be wherever they shall travel

Ever strangers to one another. I'll be cut to pieces before I take this oath. Forget I love her? O all ye gods, despise me then!

thy banishment i not mislike so we may fairly carry our swords and corps along else never trifle but take our lives duke i must love and will and for that love must and dare kill this cousin on any piece the earth has duke will you archite take these conditions archite he's a villain then duke these are men

no never duke tis worse to me than begging to take my life so basely though i think i never shall enjoy her yet i'll preserve the honour of affection and die for her make death a devil duke what may be done for now i feel compassion duke let it not fall again sir

Say, Amelia, if one of them were dead, as one must, are you content to take the other to your husband? They cannot both enjoy you. They are princes as goodly as your own eyes, and as noble as ever fame yet spoke of. Look upon him, and if you can love, end this difference. I give consent. Are you content too, princes? With all our souls. He that she refuses must die then.

any death thou canst invent duke if i fall from that mouth i fall with favour and lovers yet unborn shall bless my ashes duke if she refuse me yet my grave will wed me and soldiers sing my epitaph duke make choice then duke i cannot sir they are both too excellent for me a hair shall never fall of these men duke what will become of them duke thus i ordain it and by mine honour once again it stands or both shall die

You shall both to your country, and each within this month, accompanied with three fair knights, appear again in this place, in which I'll plant a pyramid; and whether, before us that are here, can force his cousin by fair and knightly strength to touch the pillar, he shall enjoy her, the other lose his head, and all his friends, nor shall he grudge to fall, nor think he dies with interest in this lady.

Will this content ye? ARCHITE. Yes. Here, cousin Archite, I am friends again till that hour. I embrace ye. VINCENT. Are you content, sister? ARCHITE. Yes, I must, sir, else both miscarry. VINCENT. Come, shake hands again then, and take heed, as you are gentlemen, this quarrel sleep till the hour prefixed, and hold your course. ARCHITE. We dare not fail thee, Theseus.

come i'll give ye now usage like to princes and to friends when ye return who wins i'll settle here who loses yet i'll weep upon his bier

End of Act 3.

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ACT IV. SCENE I. Athens. A room in the prison. Enter jailer and first friend. Hear you no more? Was nothing said of me concerning the escape of Palamon? Good sir, remember— Nothing that I heard, for I came home before the business was fully ended.

yet i might perceive ere i departed a great likelihood of both their pardons for hippolyta and fair-eyed emily upon their knees begged with such handsome pity that the duke methought stood staggering whether he should follow his rash oath or the sweet compassion of those two ladies and to second them

that truly noble prince pirithous half his own heart set in too that i hope all shall be well neither heard i one question of your name or his scape pray heaven it holds so and her second friend be of good comfort man i bring you news good news they are welcome

Palamon has cleared you and got your pardon and discovered how and by whose means he escaped, which was your daughter's, whose pardon is procured too, and the prisoner, not to be held ungrateful to her goodness, has given a sum of money to her marriage, a large one, I'll assure you. Ye are a good man, and ever bring good news. How has it ended? Why, as it should be.

They that never begged but they prevailed had their suits fairly granted. The prisoners have their lives. I knew't would be so. But there be new conditions, which you'll hear of at better time. I hope they are good. They're honourable. How good they'll prove I'll know not. Twill be known. Enter Wooer.

alas sir where is your daughter why do you ask oh sir when did you see her how he looks this morning was she well was she in health sir where did she sleep these are strange questions i do not think she was very well for now you make me minder

But this very day I asked her questions, and she answered me, so far from what she was, so childishly, so sillily, as if she were a fool and innocent, and I was very angry. But what of her, sir?' "'Nothing but my pity. But you must know it, and as good by me as by another that less loves her.' "'Well, sir—' "'Not right.' "'Not well.'

"'No, sir, not well. "'Tis too true. She is mad.' "'It cannot be.' "'Believe, you'll find it so.' "'I have suspected what you have told me. "'The God's comforter. "'Either this was her love to Pelamon, "'or fear of my miscarrying on his scape, or both.' "'Tis likely.' "'But why all this haste, sir?' "'I'll tell you quickly.'

as i late was angling in the great lake that lies behind the palace from the far shore thick-set with reeds and sedges as patiently i was attending sport i heard a voice a shrill one and attentive i gave my ear one i might well perceive twas one that sung and by the smallness of it a boy or a woman i then left my angle to his own skill came near but yet perceived not who made the sound the rushes and the reeds that so encompassed it

i laid me down and listened to the words she sung for then through a small glade cut by the fisherman i saw it was your daughter pre go on sir she sang much but no sense

"'Only I heard her repeat this often. Palamon is gone, is gone to the wood to gather mulberries. I'll find him out to-morrow.' "'Pretty soul!' "'His shackles will betray him. He'll be taken, and what shall I do then? I'll bring a bevy, a hundred black-eyed maids that love as I do, with chaplets on their heads of daffodillies, with cherry lips and cheeks of damask roses, and all will dance an antic for the Duke and beg his pardon.'

"'Then she talked of you, sir, that you must lose your head to-morrow morning, and she must gather flowers to bury you, and see the house made handsome.'

then she sang nothing but willow willow willow and between ever was palamon fair palamon and palamon was a tall young man the place was knee-deep where she sat her careless tresses a wreath of bulrushes rounded about her stuck thousand fresh water-flowers of several colours that methought she appeared like the fair nymph that feeds the lakes with waters or as an iris newly dropped down from heaven

rings she made of rushes that grew by and to em spoke the prettiest posies thus our true loves tied this you may lose not me and many a one and then she wept and sung again and sighed and with the same breath smiled and kissed her hand

alas what pity tis i made in to her she saw me and straight sought the flood i saved her and set her safe to land when presently she slipped away and to the city made with such a cry and swiftness that believe me she left me far behind her three or four i saw from far off cross her one of em i knew to be your brother where she stayed and fell scarce to be got away i left them with her and hither came to tell you here they are

enter jailer's brother daughter and others may you never more enjoy is not this a fine song oh a very fine one i can sing twenty more i think you can yes truly can i i can sing the broom and bonnie robin

are not you a tailor yes where's my wedding-gown i'll bring it to-morrow do very rarely i must be abroad else to call the maids and pay the minstrels oh sweet you must even take it patiently tis true good even good men pray did you ever hear of one young

yes wench we know him is not a fine young gentleman tis love by no means cross her she is then distempered far worse than now she shoes yes he's a fine man oh is he so you have a sister yes but she shall never have him tell her so for a trick that i know he'd better look to her and 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 then let em all alone is not a wise cause yes they come from all parts of the dukedom to him i'll warrant ye she lost past all cure heaven forbid man come hither you're a wise man

did she know him no would she did you're master of a ship yes where's your compass here set it to the north and now direct your course to the wood a palamon lies longing for me for the tackling let me alone

Come way, my hearts, cheerly. Away, away, away. Tis up, tis up, the wind is fair. Where's your whistle, master? Top the bowling, out with the main shield. Let's get her in. Up to the top, boy. Where's the pilot? Here. What canst thou? A fair wood. Bear for it, master. Tack about. When Zinthia with her borrowed love. Exeunt.

SCENE II. ATHENS. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. ENTER EMILIA WITH TWO PICTURES. "'Yet I may bind those wounds up that must open and bleed to death for my sake else. I'll choose and end their strife. Two such young handsome men shall never fall for me. Their weeping mothers, following the dead-cold ashes of their sons, shall never curse my cruelty. Good heaven, what a sweet face has Archite!'

if wise nature with all her best endowments all those beauties she sows into the births of noble bodies were here a mortal woman and had in her the coy denials of young maids yet doubtless she would run mad for this man what an eye of what a fiery sparkle and quick sweetness has this young prince here love himself sits smiling

just another want and ganymede set jove afire with and in force the gods snatch up the goodly boy and set him by him a shining constellation what a brow of what a spacious majesty he carries arched like the great-eyed juno's but far sweeter smoother than pelop's shoulder

"'Fame and honour, methinks from hence as from a promontory pointed in heaven, "'should clap their wings and sing to all the underworld, "'the loves and fights of gods, and such men near them. "'Palamon is but his foil, to him a mere dull shadow. "'He's swarth and meagre, of an eye as heavy as if he had lost his mother. "'A still temper, no stirring in him, no alacrity, "'of all this sprightly sharpness, not a smile.'

yet these that we count errors may become him narcissus was a sad boy but a heavenly oh who can find the bent of woman's fancy i am a fool my reason is lost in me i have no choice and i have lied so lewdly that women ought to beat me on my knees i ask thy pardon

thou art alone and only beautiful and these the eyes these the bright lamps of beauty that command and threaten love and what young maid dare cross em what a bold gravity and yet inviting has this brown manly face o love this only from this hour is complexion lie there archite thou art a changeling to him a mere gipsy and this the noble body

I am sotted, utterly lost. My virgin's faith has fled me. For if my brother but Ene now had asked me whether I loved, I had run mad for Archite. Now if my sister—more for Palamon—stand both together. Now come, ask me, brother. Alas, I know not. Ask me now, sweet sister. I may go look—

"'What a mere childish fancy, that having two fair gods of equal sweetness, "'cannot distinguish, but must cry for both!' "'Enter a gentleman.'

From the noble duke, your brother, madam, I bring you news. The knights are come. To end the quarrel? Yes. Would I might end first. What sins have I committed, chaste Diana, that my unspotted youth must now be soiled with blood of princes, and my chastity be made the altar where the lives of lovers, too greater and too better never yet made mother's joy, must be the sacrifice to my unhappy beauty? I had rather both, so

So neither for my sake should fall untimely. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Perithous, and Attendance. Bring them in, quickly, by any means. I long to see them. Your two contending lovers are returned, and with them their fair knights. Now, my fair sister, you must love one of them. Must these men die too? Who saw him? I, a while. And I? Enter a messenger. From whence come you, sir? From the knights.

pray speak you that have seen them what they are i will sir and truly what i think six braver spirits than these they have brought if we judge by the outside i never saw nor read of

He that stands in the first place with Archite, by his seeming, should be a stout man, by his face a prince, he is very lux to say him; his complexion nearer a brown than black, stern and yet noble, which shows him hardy, fearless, proud of dangers; the circles of his eyes show fire within him, and as a heated lion so he looks.

his hair hangs long behind him black and shining like ravens wings his shoulders broad and strong armed long and round and on his thigh a sword hung by a curious baldric when he frowns to seal his will with

"'There, O my conscience, was never soldiers, friend.' "'Thou hast well described him.' "'Yet a great deal short, methinks, of him that's first with Palamon.' "'Pray speak him, friend.' "'I guess he is a prince, too, and, if it may be, greater, for his show has all the ornament of honour in it. He's somewhat bigger than the knight he spoke of, but of a face far sweeter. His complexion is as a ripe grape, ruddy.'

He has felt, without doubt, that he fights for and so after to make this cause his own. In's face appears all the fair hopes of what he undertakes, and when he's angry, then a settled valor, not tainted with extremes, runs through his body and guides his arm to brave things. Fear he cannot. He shows no such soft temper. His head's yellow, hard, and his face is yellow.

hard-haired and curled thick twinned like ivy-tods not to undo with thunder in his face the livery of the warlike maid appears pure red and white for yet no beard has blessed him and in his rolling eyes sits victory

as if she ever meant to crown his valor his nose stands high a character of honor his red lips after fights are fit for ladies when he speaks his tongue sounds like a trumpet all his lineaments are as a man would wish em strong and clean he wears a well-stealed axe the staff of gold his age some five-and-twenty

there's another a little man but of a tough soul seeming as great as any fairer promises in such a body yet i never looked on oh he that's freckle-faced the same my lord are they not sweet ones yes they're well methinks being so few and well disposed they show great and fine art and nature

His white head, not wanton white, but such a manly color, next to an urban, tough and nimble set, which shoes an active soul. His arms are brawny, leaned with strong sinews. To the shoulder-piece gently they swell, like women new conceived, which speaks him prone to labor, never fainting under the weight of arms, stout-hearted still, but when he stirs a tiger.

he is great-eyed which yields compassion where he conquers sharp to spy advantages and when he finds them he is swift to take them his he does no wrongs nor takes none

he is round-faced and when he smiles he shows a lover when he frowns a soldier about his head he wears the winner's oak and in it stuck the favour of his lady he is aged some six-and-thirty in his hand he bears a charging staff embossed with silver are they all thus they are all the sons of honour now as i have a soul i long to see him lady you shall see men fight now

i wish it but not the cause my lord they would show bravely about the titles of two kingdoms tis pity love should be so tyrannous o my soft-hearted sister what think you weep not till they weep blood you have steeled them with your beauty

Honored friend, to you I give the field. Pray order it fitting the persons that must use it. Yes, sir. Come, I'll go visit them. I cannot stay. Their fame has fired me so, till they appear. Good friend, be royal. There shall want no bravery. Poor wench, go weep, for whosoever wins, loses a noble cousin for thy sins. Exeunt. Scene 3. Athens. A Room in the Prison.

enter jailor wooer and doctor her distraction is more at some time of the moon than at the other sun is it not she is continually in a harmless distemper sleeps little altogether without appetite save often drinking dreaming of another world and a better

and what broken piece of matther soe'er she's about the name pelham on lards it that she farses every business withal fits it to every question look where she comes you shall beseev her behaviour and her daughter i have forgot it quite the burden on't was downer downer and penned by no worse man than duraldo 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 Aeneas. What stuffs here? Poor soul! Ain't this all day long? Now for this charm I told you of, you must bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, or no ferry. Then if it be your chance to come where the blessed spirits are, there's a sight now.

we maids that have our lives perished crapt 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 then let him mark me then how pretty she is a miss note her a little further faith i'll tell you sometime we go to barley break we of the blest

Alas, 'tis a sore life they have i' the other place, such burning, hissing, howling, chattering, cursing! O, they have such shrewd measures! Take heed! If one be mad, or hang, or drown themselves, thither they go. Jupiter bless us! And there they shall be put in a caldron of lead and usurers' grease, amongst a whole million of cut-purses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough.

how she continues this fancy tis not an engraft madness but a most thick and profound melancholy to hear there a proud lady and a proud city wife howled together i were a beast and i'd call it good sport it will be true my fate will be true

Exit daughter. What think you of her, sir? I think she has a pertub'd mind, which I cannot minister to. Alas! what then? Understand you she ever affected any man ere she beheld Parliament? I was once, sir, in great hope she had fix'd a like on this gentleman, my friend.

i did think so too and would account i had a great penorth on it to give half my state that both she and i at this present stood unfeignedly on the same terms that intemperate sure-fit of her 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 yngser her friend the name of palamon say you 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 inside between her mind and eye become the pranks and friskings of her madness

sing to her such green songs of love as she says palamon hath sung in prison come to her stuck in as sweet flowers as the season is mistress of and thereto make an addition of some other compounded orders 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 and acceptance into her favour learn what mates have been her companions and playfairers 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 to reduce what is now out of square in her into the former love and regiment i have seen it uproot how many times i know not but to make the number more i have a 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 not will bring forth comfort and of act four

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Act 5 of The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Act 5, Scene 1, Athens. An open space before the temples of Mars, Venus, and Diana.

Antirthesius, Perithous, Hippolyta, and Attendants.

now let him 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 us let no dew be wanting flourish of cornets they have a noble work in hand who will honor the very powers that love em enter palamon archite and their knights

Sir, they enter. You valiant and strong-hearted enemies, you royal germane foes, that this day come to blow the 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-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. I'll leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. Honor crown the worthiest. Axiom Theseus and train. 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 it one eye against another arm oppressed by arm i would destroy the offender cause i would though parcel of myself then from this gather how i should tender you i am in labour to push your name your ancient love our kindred out of my memory and in the self-same place to seek something i would confound

so hoist we the sails that must these vessels port, even where the heav'nly limiter pleases. You speak well. Before I turn, let me embrace thee, cousin. This I shall never do again. They embrace. One farewell. Why let it be so? Farewell, cuz. 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 the apprehension which still is father of it, go with me before the god of our profession. There require of him the hearts of lions and the breath of tigers, yea, the fierceness too, yea, the speed also, to go on, I mean, else wish we to be snails. You know my prize must be dragged out of blood.

Force and great feet 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 brimmed with the blood of men. Give me your aid, and bend your spirits towards him. They advance to the altar of Mars, And fall on their faces, then kneel. Thou mighty one, that with thy power Has turned green Neptune into purple, Whose approach comets pre-worn,

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 mason turrets that both mak'st and break'st the stony girths of cities me thy pupil youngest follower of thy drum instruct this day with military skill

That to thy laud I may advance my streamer, And by thee bestow'd the lord of the day, Give me, great Mars, some token of thy pleasure. Here they fall on their faces as before, 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 corrector of enormous times, shaker of o'errank'd states, thou grand decider of dusty and old titles, that heal'st with blood the earth when it is sick, and cure'st the world of the pleurisy of people, I do take thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name to my design march boldly. Let us go. EXIANT

re-enter palemon and his knights our stars must glister with new fires or be to-day 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 party

Here they advance to the altar of Venus, and fall on their faces, then kneel. Hail, sovereign queen of secrets, who has power to call the fiercest tyrant from his rage, and weep unto a girl, that has the might, even with an eye-glance, to choke Mars's drum, and turn the alarm to whispers, that canst make a cripple flourish with his crutch, and cure him before Apollo.

that 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 phoebus thou add'st 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

i have never been foul-mouthed against thy law ne'er revealed secret for i knew none would not had i kenned all that were i never practised upon man's 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 confessors and have hotly asked them if they had mothers i had one a woman and women twere they wronged

I knew a man of eighty winters, this I told them, who alas 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 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 fear, 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 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 the victory of this question, which is true love's 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 reign'st in mortal bosoms, Whose chase is this world, and we in herds thy 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. Time comes on. They bow, then exeunt.

Still music of records. Enter Emilia in white, her hair about her shoulders, and wearing 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 odours; which being set upon the altar of Diana, her maid standing aloof, she sets fire to it; then they curtsy and kneel. O sacred, shadowy, cold and constant queen!

abandoner of revels mute contemplative sweet solitary white as chaste and pure as wind-fanned snow who to thy female knights allow us no more blood than will make a blush which is their order's robe i here thy priest am humbled for 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 thine ear which ne'er heard scruel term into whose port ne'er entered wanton sound to my petition seasoned with holy fear this is my last avestal office i'm 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 election. "'Of mine eyes were I to lose one. "'They are equal precious. "'I could doom neither.'

that which perish'd should go to it unsentenc'd 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 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 knights and i a virgin flower must grow alone

Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, and the rose falls from the tree, which vanishes under the altar. "'The flower has fallen. 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 she's pleased. Her signs were gracious.' They curtsy, and axiant. SCENE II A ROOM IN THE PRISON

Enter Doctor, Jailer and Wooer in the habit of Palamon.

Has this advice I told you done any good upon her? Oh, very much. The maids that kept her company have half persuaded her that I am Palamon. Within this half hour she came smiling to me, and asked me what I'd eat, and when I'd kiss her. I told her presently, and kissed her twice. It was well done. Twenty times had been far better. For there the cure lies mainly. Then she told me she would watch with me to-night, for well she knew what hour my fit would take me. Let her do so.

she would have me sing you did so no twas very ill done then you should observe her every way alas i have no voice sir to confirm her in that way that's all one if he a make a noise if she entreat again do anything lie with her if she ask you there doctor yes in the way of cure

But first, by your leave, either way of honesty. That's but a niceness. Never cast your child away for honesty. Cure her first this way. Then, if she'll be honest, she has a path before her. Thank ye, Doctor. Pray, bring her in, and let's see how she is. I will, until her, her palamon stays for her. But, Doctor, methinks you're either wrong still.

Exit. Go, go. Your father's a fine fool, her honesty. And we should give her psychic till we find that. Why? Do you think she is not honest, sir? How old is she? She's eighteen. She may be. But that's all one. There's nothing to her purpose. Whatever our father says, if you perceive her more inclining that way I spoke of, we'll assert the way of flesh. You have me? Yes. Very well, sir.

and her jailer, daughter, and maid. Come, your love Palamon stays for you, child, and has done this long hour to visit you. I thank him for his gentle patience. He's a kind gentleman, and I am much bound to him. Did you now see the horse he gave me? Yes. How do you like him? He's a very fair one. You never saw him dance? No. I have often.

he dances very finely very comely and for a jig come cut and long tail to him he turns ye like a top that's fine indeed he'll 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 lighter love

What think you of this horse? Having these virtues, I think he might be brought to play at tennis. Alas, that's nothing. Can he write and read too? A very fair hand, and casts himself the accounts of all his hay and provender. That hostler must rise betime that cousins him. You know the chestnut mare the Duke has. Very well. She is horribly in love with him, poor beast.

But he is like his master, coy and scornful. What dowry has she? Some two hundred bottles, and twenty strike of oats, but he'll ne'er have her. He lisps in's neighing, able to entice a miller's mare. He'll be the death of her. What stuff she utters! Make curtsy, here your love comes. Pretty soul, how do ye? That's a fine maid, there's a curtsy.

Yours to command in the way of honesty. How far is't now to the end of the world, my masters? Why, a day's journey, wench. Will you go with me? What shall we do there, wench? Why, play at stool-ball. What is there else to do? I am content if we shall keep our wedding there. '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 foolish.

Besides, my father must be hanged to-morrow, and that would be a blot of the business. Are not you Palamon?" "Do you not know me?" "Yes; but you care not for me."

I have nothing but this poor petticoat and two coarse smocks. That's all, one. I will have you. Will you? Surely? Yes, by this fair hand will I. Will to bed, then? Even when you will. Kisses her. Oh, sir, you'd fain be nibbling. Why do you rub my kiss off? Tis a sweet one, and will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your cousin, Archite?

Yes, sweetheart, and I am glad my cousin Palamon has made so fair a choice. Do you think he'll have me? Yes, without doubt. Do you think so too? Yes. We shall have many children. Lord, how you are grown! My Palamon, I hope, will grow too, finally, now he's at liberty. Alas, poor chicken! He was kept down with hard meat and ill lodging. But I will kiss him up again. Enter a messenger.

What do you hear? You lose the noblest sight that e'er was seen. Are they in the field? They are. You bear a charge there, too. A yellowy street. I must even leave you here. Nay, we'll go with you. I will not lose the sight. How do you like her? 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. I will. Let's get her in. Come, sweet, we'll go to dinner, and then we'll play at cards. I'll step no further. Will you lose this sight?

I had rather see a wren-hawk get a fly than this decision. Every blow that falls threats a brave 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. Sir, my good lord, your sister will no further."

oh she must she shall see deeds of honour in their kind which sometimes show well pencilled nature now shall make and act the story the belief both sealed with eye and ear you must be present you are the victor's meed the price and garland to crown the question's title

pardon me if i were there i'd wink captain you must be there this trial is as it were in the night and you the only star to shine lady utterword i am extinct there is but envy in that light which shews the one the other

darkness whichever was the dam of horror who does stand accursed of many mortal millions may even now by casting her black mantle over both that neither could find other get herself some part of a good name and many a mirth are set off whereto she is guilty you must go in faith i will not

Sir, pardon me. The title of a kingdom may be tried out of itself. Well, well, then, at your pleasure. Those that remain with you could wish their office to any of their enemies. Farewell, sister. I am like to know your husband for yourself by some small smart of time. He whom the gods do of the two know best. I pray them he be made your lot. Exeunt all except Amelia and some of the attendants.

archite is gently visaged yet his eye is like an engine bent or a sharp weapon in a soft sheath mercy and manly courage are bed-fellows in his visage palamon has a most menacing aspect 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 archite's mirth

For Palamon's sadness is a kind of mirth, So mingled as if mirth did make him sad, And sadness marry, those darker humours That stick misbecomingly on others, On him live in fair dwelling. Cornets. Trumpet sound as to a charge. Hark! how yon spurs to spirit Do incite the princes to their proof! Archite may win me, and yet Palamon wound Archite To the spoiling of his figure.

oh what pity enough for such a chance if i were by i might do hurt for they would glance their eyes toward my seat and in that motion might omit award or forfeit an offence which craved that very time

It is much better. I am not there. Cornets, cry within. Apalemon! O better never born than minister to such harm! What is the chance? The cry's Apalemon! Then he has won. T'was ever likely. He looked all grace and success, And he is doubtless the primest of men. I prithee run, and tell me how it goes. Still, Apalemon!

"'Run and inquire!' "'Exit servant.' "'Poor servant, thou hast lost. Upon my right side still I wore thy picture. Palamon's on the left. Why so I know not. I had no end in't else. Chance would have it so.' 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 of the combat.' "'Re-enter servant.'

they said that palamon had archite's body within an inch of the pyramid that the cry was general a palamon but anon the assistants made a brave redemption and the two bold tilters at this instant are hand to hand at it were they metamorphosed both into one oh why there were no women worth so composed a man their single share their nobleness peculiar to them gives the prejudice of disparity

value shortness to any lady breathing cornets cry within archite archite more exulting palamon still nay now the sound is archite i prithee lay attention to the cry

Cornets. A great shout and cry, Archite, victory! Set both thine ears to the business. The cry is, Archite, and victory! Hark! Archite, victory! The combat's consummation is proclaimed by the wind instruments. Half-sight saw that Archite was no babe. God's lid, his richness and costliness of spirit looked through him.

"'It could no more be hid in him than fire and flax. "'Then humble banks can go to law with waters that drift winds forced to raging. "'I did think good Palamon would miscarry. "'Yet I knew not why I did think so. "'Our reasons are not profits. "'When oft our fancies are, they're coming off. "'Alas, poor Palamon!' "'Cornets!'

enter theseus hippolyta peritheus archite as victor attendants c lo where our sister is in expectation yet quaking and unsettled fairest emily the 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 diogenes emily to buy you i have lost what's dearest to me save what is bought and yet i purchase cheaply as i do rate your value

o loved sister he speaks now of as brave a knight as e'er did spur a noble steed surely the gods would have him die a bachelor lest his race should show the world too godlike his behaviour so charmed me that methought alcides was to him a sow of lead

if i could praise each part of him to the all i've spoke your archite did not lose by it for he that was thus good encountered yet his better

i have heard two emulous philomels beat the ear o the knight with their contentious throats now one the higher anon the other then again the first and by and by outbreasted 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 scene's not for our seeing go 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 is this winning

O all you heavenly powers, where is your mercy? For that your wills have said it must be so, and charge me live to comfort this unfriended, this miserable prince, that cuts away a life more worthy from him than all women, I should and would die too. Infinite pity that four such eyes should be so fixed on one, that two must needs be blind for it. So it is. Accent. Scene 4.

the same part of the forest as in act three scene six enter palemon and his knights pinioned jailer executioner and guard there's many a man alive that hath outlived the love of the people yea the self-same state stands many a father with his child some comfort we have by so considering we expire and not without men's pity to live still have their good wishes

we prevent the loathsome misery of age beguile the gout and room that in lag hours attend for gray approaches we come towards the gods young and unwhappered not halting under crimes young and stale that sure shall please the gods sooner than such to give us nexus with them for we are more clear spirits my dear kinsmen whose lives for this poor comfort are laid down youve sold em too too cheap

what ending could be of more content or us the victors have fortune whose title is as momentary as to us death is certain a grain of honour they not over-ray us let us bid farewell and with our patience anger tottering fortune who at her certainest reels come who begins even he that led you to this banquet shall taste to you all aha my friend my friend

Your gentle daughter gave me freedom once. You'll see it done now forever. Pray, how does she? I heard she was not well. Her kind of ill gave me some sorrow. Sir, she's well restored, and to be married shortly. By my short life I am most glad, aunt. Tis the latest thing I shall be glad of.

Prithee, tell her so. Commend me to her, and, to peace her portion, tender her this. Gives a purse. Nay, let's be offerers all. Is it a maid? Verily I think so. A right good creature, more to me deserving than I can quit or speak of. Commend us to her. Give their purses. The gods requite you all, and make her thankful. Adieu. Adieu.

and let my life be now as short as my leave-taking lays his head on the block lead courageous cousin we'll follow cheerfully a great noise within crying run save hold

Enter in haste a messenger. Hold, hold, oh, hold, hold, hold! Enter Perithous in haste. 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 thou art yet to lead. Can that be, when Venus I've said is false? How do things fare?

arise great sir and give the tidings ere that are most dearly sweet and bitter what hath waked us from our dream pelamon rises list then your cousin mounted upon a steed that emily did first bestow on him

a black one owing not a hairworth of white which some will say weakens his price and many will not buy his goodness with this note which superstition here finds allowance on this horse is archiped trotting the stones of athens which the caulkins did rather tell than trample for the horse would make his length a mile if it pleased his rider to put pride in him

as he thus went counting the flinty pavement dancing at twirt to the music his own hoofs made for as they say from iron came music's origin what envious flint cold as old saturn and like him possessed with fire malevolent darted a spark or what fierce silver else to this end made i comment 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 cool doing being therein trained and of a kind manage pig-like he whines at the sharp roll which he frets at rather than any jot obeys seeks all foul means of boisterous and rough jittery to deceit his lord who kept it bravely

when not served when neither curb would crack girth break nor differing plunges disroot his rider whence he grew but that he kept him between his legs on his hind hoofs on end he stands that archite's legs being higher than his head seemed with strange art to hang his victor's wreath even then fell off his head and presently backward the jade comes o'er and his full poise becomes the rider's load yet is he living

but such a vessel is 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 and archite born in a chair archite o miserable end of our alliance the gods are mighty

if thy heart thy worthy manly heart be yet unbroken give me thy last words i am palamon one that yet loves thee dying take amelia and with her all the world's joy reach thy hand farewell i've told my last hour i was false yet never treacherous forgive me cousin one kiss from fair amelia tis done

Take her. I die. Thy brave soul seek Elysium.

I'll 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. And I to honour. In this place first you fought. Even very here I sundered you. Acknowledge to the gods your 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 arouse you the powerful venus well hath graced her altar and given you your love our master mars has vouched his oracle and to archite gave the grace of the contention so the deities have showed due justice bear this hence o cousin

that we should things desire which do cost us the loss of our desire that nought could buy dear love but loss of dear love never fortune did play a subtler game the conquered triumphs the victor has the loss yet in the passage the gods have been most equal

"'Palamon, your kinsman hath confessed the right of the lady did lie in you, for you first saw her and even then proclaimed your fancy. He restored her as your stolen jewel and desired your spirit to send him hence forgiven. The gods my justice take from my hand, and they themselves become the executioners.'

lead your lady off and call your lovers from the stage of death whom i adopt my friends a day or two let us look sadly and give grace unto the funeral of our kite in whose end the visages of bridegrooms will put on and smile with palamon

for whom an hour but one hour since i was as dearly sorry as glad of our kite and am now as glad as for him sorry o you heavenly charmers what things you make of us for what we lack we laugh for what we have are sorry still are children in some kind let us be thankful for that which is and with you leave dispute that are above our question

let's go off and bear us like the time flourish exeunt epilogue i would now ask ye how ye like the play but as it is with schoolboys cannot say i am cruel fearful pray yet stay awhile and let me look upon ye no man smile then it goes hard i see he that has loved a young handsome wench then show his face tis strange if none be here

And, if he will against his conscience, Let him hiss and kill our market. 'Tis in vain, I see, to stay ye. Have at the worst can come then. Now, what say ye? And yet mistake me not, I am not bold. We've no such cause, If the tale we have told; For 'tis no other. Any way content ye, For to that honest purpose it was meant ye.

We have our end, and ye shall have ere long, I dare say many a better, to prolong your old loves to us. We and all our might rest at your service. Gentlemen, good night.

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