Gaoler. Go to, leave your pointing! They would not make us their object; out of their sight! Daughter. It is a holiday to look on them! difference of men! Lord, the [Exeunt. SCENE II.1. A Room in the Prison. Enter PALAMON and ARCITE. How do you, sir? Palamon. How do you, noble cousin? Arcite. I believe it ; And to that destiny have patiently Laid up my hour to come. Palamon. O cousin Arcite, Where is Thebes now? where is our noble country? Outstripp'd the people's praises, won the garlands, Shall we two exercise, like twins of honour, 10 1 Weber, Dyce, and Skeat make no separation between this scene and the preceding; but the Quarto does. Our arms again, and feel our fiery horses Like proud seas under us! Our good swords now And deck the temples of those gods that hate us; Arcite. No, Palamon, Those hopes are prisoners with us: here we are, To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em 20 339 Palamon. 'Tis too true, Arcite. To our Theban hounds, That shook the aged forest with their echoes, No more now must we halloo; no more shake 1 Torn from. 30 40 Our pointed javelins, whilst the angry swine. 50 In us two here shall perish; we shall die Which is the curse of honour Children of grief and ignorance. Arcite. · lazily, Yet, cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here, a brave patience, Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish 'Tis a main goodness, cousin, that our fortunes The gall of hazard, so they grow together, Arcite. Shall we make worthy uses of this place, Palamon. How, gentle cousin? We are young, and yet desire the ways of honour, The poison of pure spirits, might, like women, May make it ours? and here being thus together, 60 70 80 We are an endless mine 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 surfeits seek us; Grave1 our acquaintance; I might sicken, cousin, Palamon. You have made me I thank you, cousin Arcite - almost wanton 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, 1 Bury. 100 We had died as they do, ill old men, unwept, Palamon. I do not think it possible our friendship Should ever leave us. Arcite. Till our deaths it cannot; And after death our spirits shall be led To those that love eternally. Speak on, sir. Enter EMILIA and Waiting-woman, below. Emilia. This garden has a world of pleasures in't. What flower is this? Waiting-woman. 'Tis call'd narcissus, madam. Emilia. That was a fair boy, certain, but a fool To love himself; were there not maids enough? Arcite. Pray, forward. Waiting-woman. They could not be to one so fair. Palamon. Emilia. Emilia. Emilia. Waiting-woman. I think I should not, madam. Yes. Or were they all hard-hearted? Thou would'st not? That's a good wench ; Why, madam? Will ye go forward, cousin? But take heed to your kindness though! Waiting-woman. Emilia. Men are mad things. Arcite. Emilia. Canst thou not work such flowers in silk, wench? |