Prologue          Act One       Act Two          Act Three

          Act Four          Act Five          Epilogue

Note on the Text

THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN: Presented at the Blackfriers by the Kings Maiesties servants, with great applause: Written by the memorable Worthies of their time; Mr. John Fletcher, and Mr. William Shakspeare. Gent. Printed at London by Tho. Cotes, for Iohn Waterson: and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne in Pauls Church-yard. 1634.

Florish.

P R O L O G V E. N Ew Playes, and Maydenheads, are neare a kin, Much follow'd both, for both much mony g'yn, If they stand sound, and well: And a good Play (Whose modest Sceanes blush on his marriage day, And shake to loose his honour) is like hir That after holy Tye, and first nights stir Yet still is Modestie, and still retaines More of the maid to sight, than Husbands paines;        [10] We pray our Play may be so; For I am sure It has a noble Breeder, and a pure, A learned, and a Poet never went More famous yet twixt Po and silver Trent. Chaucer (of all admir'd) the Story gives, There constant to Eternity it lives; If we let fall the Noblenesse of this, And the first sound this child heare, be a hisse, How will it shake the bones of that good man, And make him cry from under ground, O fan        [20] From me the witles chaffe of such a wrighter (lighter That blastes my Bayes, and my fam'd workes makes Then Robin Hood? This is the feare we bring; For to say Truth, it were an endlesse thing, And too ambitious to aspire to him; Weake as we are, and almost breath lesse swim In this deepe water. Do but you hold out Your helping hands, and we shall take about, And something doe to save us: You shall heare Sceanes though below his Art, may yet appeare        [30] Worth two houres travell. To his bones sweet sleepe: Content to you. If this play doe not keepe, A little dull time from us, we perceave Our losses fall so thicke, we must needs leave.                                                                          Florish.   [Signature [A1v], Line Numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Montgomery, Potter 1-32. ]

The Two Noble Kinsmen. Actus Primus. [Act 1, Scene 1]     Enter Hymen with a Torch burning: a Boy, in a white Robe before singing, and strewing Flowres: After Hymen, a Nimph, encompast in her Tresses, bearing a wheaten Gar- land. Then Theseus betweene two other Nimphs with        [40] wheaten Chaplets on their heades. Then Hipolita the Bride, lead by Theseus, and another holding a Garland over her head (her Tresses likewise hanging. ) After her Emilia hol- ding up her Traine.                                The Song,                               Musike. Oses their sharpe spines being gon, Not royall in their smels alone, But in their hew. Maiden Pinckes, of odour faint, Dazies smel-lesse, yet most quaint And sweet Time true.        [50] Prim-rose first borne, child of Ver, Merry Spring times Herbinger, With her bels dimme. Oxlips, in their Cradles growing, Mary-golds, on death beds blowing, Larkes-heeles trymme. [Signature B, end page 1, catchword: All All deere natures children: sweete- Ly fore Bride and Bridegroomes feete                Strew Blessing their sence.                                           Flowers. Not an angle of the aire,        [60] Bird melodious, or bird faire, Is absent hence. The Crow, the slaundrous Cuckoe, nor The boding Raven, nor Clough hee Nor chattring Pie, May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing, Or with them any discord bring But from it fly.   Enter 3. Queenes in Blacke, with vailes staind, with impe-      riall Crownes. The I. Queene fals downe at the foote of        [70]      Theseus; The 2. fals downe at the foote of Hypolita. The      3. before Emilia.      I. Qu. For pitties sake and true gentilities, Heare, and respect me.      2. Qu. For your Mothers sake, And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones, Heare and respect me,      3. Qu. Now for the love of him whom Iove hath markd The honour of your Bed, and for the sake Of cleere virginity, be Advocate        [80] For us,   and our distresses: This good deede Shall raze you out o'th Booke of Trespasses All you are set downe there.      Theseus. Sad Lady rise.      Hypol. Stand up.      Emil. No knees to me. What woman I may steed that is distrest, Does bind me to her.      Thes. What's your request? Deliver you for all.      I. Qu. We are 3. Queenes, whose Soveraignes fel before        [90] The wrath of cruell Creon; who endured The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Kights, [Signature [B1v], end page 2, catchword: And] And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs. He will not suffer us to burne their bones, To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye Of holy Phæbus, but infects the windes With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke, Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones        [100] Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them; And of thy boundles goodnes take some note That for our crowned heades we have no roofe, Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares, And vault to every thing.      Thes. Pray you kneele not, I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd 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.        [110] 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 Groome, By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire; Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses, Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman (Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club, He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide        [120] And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time, Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.      I, Qu. O I hope some God, Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth Our undertaker.      Thes. O no knees, none Widdow, Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them, And pray for me your Souldier. Troubled I am.                                                turnes away.        [130] [Signature B 2, end page 3, catchword: 2. Qu. ]      2. Qu. Honoured Hypolita Most dreaded Amazonian, that ha'st slaine The Sith-tuskd-Bore; that with thy Arme as strong As it is white, wast neere to make the male To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour First nature stilde it in, shrunke thee into The bownd thou wast ore-flowing; at once subduing Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse That equally canst   poize sternenes with pitty,        [140] Whom now I know hast much more power on him Then ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength, And his, Love too: who is a Servant for The Tenour of the Speech. Deere Glasse of Ladies Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch, Vnder the shaddow of his Sword, may coole us: Require him he advance it ore our heades; Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman As any of us three; weepe ere you faile; lend us a knee; But touch the ground for us no longer time        [150] Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off: Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field, lay swolne Showing the Sun his Teeth; grinning at the Moone What you would doe.      Hip. Poore Lady, say no more: I had as leife trace this good action with you As that whereto I am going, and never yet Went I so willing, way. My Lord is taken Hart deepe with your distresse: Let him consider: Ile speake anon.        [160]      3. Qu. O my petition was                      kneele to Emilia. Set downe in yce, which by hot greefe uncandied Melts into drops, so sorrow wanting forme Is prest with deeper matter.      Emilia. Pray stand up, Your greefe is written in your cheeke.       3. Qu. O woe, You cannot reade it there; there through my teares, [Signature [B2v], end page 4, catchword: Like] Like wrinckled peobles in a glasse streame You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alacke)        [170] He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth Must know the Center too; he that   will fish For my least minnow, let him lead his line To catch one at my heart. O   pardon me, Extremity that sharpens sundry wits Makes me a Foole.      Emili. Pray you say nothing, pray you, Who cannot feele, nor see the raine being in't, Knowes neither wet, nor dry, if that you were The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you        [180] T'instruct   me gainst a   Capitall greefe indeed Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but alas Being a naturall Sister of our Sex Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me, That it shall make a counter reflect gainst My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort.      Thes. Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot O'th sacred Ceremony.      1. Qu. O This Celebration        [190] Will long last, and be more costly then, Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame Knowles in the eare, o'th world: what you doe quickly, Is not done rashly; your first thought is more. Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating More then their actions: But oh Iove, your actions Soone as they mooves as Asprayes doe the fish, Subdue before they touch, thinke, deere Duke thinke What beds our slaine Kings have.      2. Qu. What greifes our beds        [200] That our deere Lords have none.      3. Qu. None fit for 'th dead: Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance, Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace Affords them dust and shaddow.      I: Qu. But our Lords [Signature B 3, end page 5, catchword: Lie] Ly blistring fore the visitating Sunne, And were good Kings, when living.      Thes: It is true. and I will give you comfort,        [210] To give your dead Lords graves: The which to doe, must make some worke with Creou;      I. Qu. And that worke presents it selfe to'th doing: Now twill take forme, the heates are gone to morrow. Then, booteles toyle must recompence it selfe, With it's owne sweat; Now he's secure, Not dreames, we stand before your puisiance Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes To make petition cleere.      2. Qu. Now you may take him,        [220] Drunke with his victory.      3. Qu. And his Army full Of Bread, and sloth.      Thes. Artesuis that best knowest How to draw out fit to this enterprise, The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number To carry such a businesse, forth and levy Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we despatch This grand act of our life, this daring deede Of Fate in wedlocke.        [230]      1. Qu. Dowagers, take hands Let us be Widdowes to our woes, delay Commends us to a famishing hope.      All. Farewell.      2. Qu. We come unseasonably: But when   could greefe Cull forth as unpanged judgement can, fit'st time For best solicitation.      Thes. Why good Ladies, This is a service, whereto I am going, Greater then any was; it more imports me        [240] Then all the actions that I have foregone, Or futurely can cope.      1. Qu. The more proclaiming Our suit shall be neglected, when her Armes Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall [Signature [B3v], end page 6, catchword: By] By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh when Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able        [250] To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couch But one night with her, every howre in't will Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what That Banket bids thee too.      Hip. Though much unlike You should be so transported, as much sorry I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit        [260] That craves a present medcine, I should plucke All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir As I shall here make tryall of my prayres, Either presuming them to have some force, Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe, Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke Which is my ffee, and which I freely lend To doe these poore Queenes service.      All Queens. Oh helpe now        [270] Our Cause cries for your knee.      Emil. If you grant not My Sister her petition in that force, With that Celerity, and nature which Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile   not dare To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy Ever to take a Husband.      Thes. Pray stand up. I am entreating of my selfe to doe That which you k neele to have me; Pyrithous        [280] Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods For successe, and returne; omit not any thing In the pretended Celebration: Queenes [Signature [B4], end page 7, catchword: Follow] Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you And at the banckes of Auly meete us with The forces you can raise, where we shall finde The moytie of a number, for a busines, More bigger look't; since that our Theame is haste I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe, Sweete keepe it as my Token; Set you forward        [290] For I will see you gone.           Exeunt towards the Temple. Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't.      Pirithous. Sir Ile follow you at heeles; The Feasts solempnity Shall want till your returne.      Thes. Cosen I charge you Boudge 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.        [300]      1. Qu. Thus do'st thou still make good the tongue o'th      2. Qu. And earnst a Deity equal with Mars,     (world.      3. Qu. If not above him,   for Thou being but mortall makest affections bend To Godlike honours; they themselves some say Grone under such a Mastry.      Thes. As we are men Thus should we doe, being sensually subdude We loose our humane tytle; good cheere Ladies.      Florish. Now turne we towards your Comforts.                    Exeunt.        [310]   [Line Numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Potter 1-234, Montgomery 1-233. ]

[Act 1, Scene 2]            Scæna 2.   Enter Palamon, and Arcite.      Arcite. Deere Palamon, deerer in love then Blood And our prime Cosen, yet unhardned in The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the Citty Thebs, and the temptings in't, before we further Sully our glosse of youth, And here to keepe in abstinence we shame As in Incontinence; for not to swim I'th aide o'th Current, were almost to sincke, [Signature [B4v], end page 8, catchword: At] At least to frustrate striving, and to follow        [320] The common Streame, twold bring us to an Edy Where we should turne or drowne; if labour through, Our gaine but life, and weakenes.      Pal. Your advice Is cride up with example: what strange ruins Since first we went to Schoole, may we perceive Walking in Thebs? Skars, and bare weedes The gaine o'th Martialist, who did propound To his bold ends, honour, and golden Ingots, Which though he won, he had not, and now flurted        [330] By peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer To Marsis so scornd Altar? I doe bleede When such I meete, and wish great Iuno would Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie To get the Soldier worke, that peace might purge For her repletion, and retaine anew Her charitable heart now hard, and harsher Then strife, or war could be.      Arcite, Are you not out? Meete you no ruine, but the Soldier in        [340] The Cranckes, and turnes of Thebs? you did begin As if you met decaies of many kindes: Perceive you none, that doe arowse your pitty But th'un-considerd Soldier?        Pal. Yes, I pitty Decaies where ere I finde them, but such most That sweating in an honourable Toyle Are paide with yce to coole 'em.      Arcite, Tis not this I did begin to speake of: This is vertue        [350] Of no respect in Thebs, I spake of Thebs How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours, It is for our resyding, where every evill Hath a good cullor; where eve'ry seeming good's A certaine evill, where not to be ev'n Iumpe As they are, here were to be strangers, and Such things to be meere Monsters. [Signature C, end page 9, catchword: Pal. ]      Pal. Tis in our power, (Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's) to Be Masters of our manners: what neede I        [360] Affect anothers gate, which is not catching Where there is faith, or to be fond upon Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne I may be reasonably conceiv'd; sav'd too, Speaking it truly; why am I bound By any generous bond to follow him Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill The follow'd, make pursuit? or let me know, Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust        [370] To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there That does command my Rapier from my hip To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip toe Before the streete be foule? Either I am The fore-horse in the Teame, or I am none That draw i'th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores, Neede not a plantin; That which rips my   bosome Almost to'th heart's,      Arcite. Our Vncle Creon.      Pal. He,        [380] A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured Beyond its power: there's nothing, almost puts Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone Voluble chance, who onely attributes The faculties of other Instruments To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service, And what they winne in't, boot and glory on; That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suckt        [390] From me with Leeches, Let them breake and fall Off me with that corruption.      Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share, Of his lowd infamy: for our milke, [Signature [C1v], end page 10, catchword: Will] Will relish of the pasture, and we must Be vile, or disobedient, not his kinesmen In blood, unlesse in quality.      Pal. Nothing truer: I thinke the Ecchoes of his shames have dea'ft        [400] The eares of heav'nly Iustice: widdows cryes Descend againe into their throates; and have not: Enter Va- Due audience of the Gods: Valerius                     (lerius.      Val. The King cals for you; yet be leaden footed Till his great rage be off him. Phebus when He broke his whipstocke and exclaimd against The Horses of the Sun, but whisperd too The lowdenesse of his Fury.      Pal. Small windes shake him, But whats the matter?        [410]      Val. Theseus (who where he threates appals,) hath sent Deadly defyance to him, and pronounces Ruine to Thebs, who is at hand to seale The promise of his wrath.      Arc. Let him approach; But that we feare the Gods in him, he brings not A jot of terrour to us; Yet what man Thirds his owne worth (the case is each of ours) When that his actions dregd,   with minde assurd Tis bad he goes about.        [420]      Pal. Leave that unreasond. Our services stand now for Thebs, not Creon, Yet to be neutrall to him, were dishonour; Rebellious to oppose: therefore we must With him stand to the mercy of our Fate, Who hath bounded our last minute.      Arc. So we must; Ist sed this warres a foote? or it shall be On faile of some condition.      Val. Tis in motion        [430] The intelligence of state came in the instant With the defier. [Signature C2, end page 11, catchword: Pal. ]      Pal. Lets to the king, who, were he A quarter carrier of that honour, which His Enemy come in, the blood we venture Should be as for our health, which were not spent, Rather laide out for purchase: but alas Our hands advanc'd before our hearts, what will The fall o'th stroke doe damage?      Arci. Let th'event,        [440] That never erring Arbitratour, tell us When we know all our selves, and let us follow The becking of our chance.                                 Exeunt.   [Line numbers Bowers, Proudfoot, Montgomery, Potter 1-116. ]

[Act 1, Scene 3]      Scæna 3.      Enter   Pirithous, Hipolita,   Emilia.      Pir. No further.      Hip. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not Make any timerous question, yet I wish him Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be To dure ill-dealing fortune; speede to him,        [450] Store never hurtes good Gouernours.      Pir. Though I know His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide, Those best affections, that the heavens infuse In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand In your deare heart.      Emil. Thanckes Sir; Remember me To our all royall Brother, for whose speede The great Bellona ile sollicite; and        [460] Since in our terrene State petitions are not Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her What I shall be advised she likes; our hearts Are in his Army in his Tent.      Hip. In's bosome: We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea, Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or women [Signature [C2v], end page 12, catchword: That] That have sod their Infants in (and after eate them) The brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if        [470] You stay to see of us such Spincsters, we Should hold you here for ever.      Pir. Peace be to you As I pursue this war, which shall be then Beyond further requiring.                                   Exit Pir.      Emil. How his longing Followes his Friend; since his depart, his sportes Though craving seriousnes, and skill, past slightly His careles execution, where nor gaine Made him regard, or losse consider, but        [480] Playing ore busines in his hand, another Directing in his head, his minde, nurse equall To these so diffring Twyns; have you observ'd him, Since our great Lord departed?      Hip. With much labour: And I did love him fort, they two have Cabind In many as dangerous, as poore a Corner, Perill and want contending, they have skift Torrents whose roring   tyranny and power I'th least of these was dreadfull, and they have        [490] Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodgd, Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love Tide, weau'd, intangled, with so true, so long, And with a finger of so deepe a cunning May be out worne, never undone. I thinke Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe Cleaving his conscience into twaine, and doing Each side like Iustice, which he loves best.      Emil. Doubtlesse There is a best, and reason has no manners        [500] To say it is not you: I was acquainted Once with a time, when I enjoyd a Play-fellow; You were at wars, when she the grave enrichd, Who made too proud the Bed, tooke leave o'th Moone ( which then lookt pale at parting) when our count Was each a eleven. [Signature C 3; end page 13, catchword: Hip. ]      Hip. Twas Flauia.      Emil. Yes You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love; Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond,        [510] More buckled with strong Iudgement. and their needes

2. Hearses rea- dy with Pala- mon: and Arci- te: the 3. Queenes. Theseus : and his Lordes ready.

The one of th'other may be said to water Their intertangled rootes of love, but I And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect Rare issues by their operance; our soules Did so to one another; what she lik'd, Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plncke        [520] And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning To swell about the blossome) she would long Till shee had such another, and commit it To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like They dide in perfume: on my head no toy But was her patterne, her affections (pretty Though happely, her careles,   were, I followed For my most serious decking, had mine eare Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note        [530] Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on) And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsall (Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in Like old importments bastard, has this end, That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be More then in sex individuall.      Hip. Y'are ont of breath And this high speeded-pace, is but to say That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina) Love any that's calld Man.        [540]      Emil. I am sure I shall not.      Hip. Now alacke weake Sister, I must no more beleeve thee in this point (Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,) [Signature [C3v], end page 14, catchword: Then] Then I will trust a sickely appetite, That loathes even as it longs, but sure my Sister If I were ripe for your perswasion, you Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes, I will now in, and kneele with great assurance,        [550] That we, more then his Pirothous, possesse The high throne in his heart.      Emil. I am not against your faith, Yet I continew mine.                                  Exeunt.   [Line numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Potter 1-97, Montgomery 1-98. ]

[Act 1, Scene 4]                                                               Cornets. Scæna 4. A Battaile strooke withim: Then a Retrait: Florish.      Then Enter Theseus (victor) the three Queenes meete      him,   and fall on their faces before him.       1.   Qu.   To thee no starre be darke.      2.   Qu.   Both heaven and earth        [560] Friend thee for ever.      3.   Qu.   All the good that may Be wishd upon thy head, I cry Amen too't.               (vens      Thes. Th'imparciall Gods,   who from the mounted hea- View us their mortall Heard, behold who erre, And in their time chastice: goe and finde out The bones of your dead Lords, and honour them With treble Ceremonie,   rather then a gap Should be in their deere rights, we would suppl'it. But those we will depute, which shall invest        [570] You in your dignities, and even each thing Our hast does leave imperfect; So adiew And heavens good eyes looke on you. what are those?                                                              Exeunt Queenes.      Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judgd By their appointment; Some of Thebs have told's They are Sisters children, Nephewes to the King.      Thes. By'th Helme of Mars, I saw them in the war, Like to a paire of Lions, smeard with prey, Make lanes in troopes agast. I fixt my note        [580] Constantly on them; for they were a marke [Signature [C4], end page 15, catchword: Worth] Worth a god's view: what prisoner was't that told me When I enquired their names?      Herald. We leave, they'r called Arcite and Palamon,      Thes. Tis right, those, those They are not dead?      Her. Nor in a state of life, had they bin taken

3. Hearses rea-       dy.

When their last hurts were given, twas possible They might have bin recovered; Yet they breathe        [590] And haue the name of men.      Thes. Then like men use'em The very lees of such (millions of rates) Exceede the wine of others. all our Surgions Convent in their behoofe, our richest balmes Rather then niggard wast, their lives concerne us, Much more then Thebs is worth, rather then have'em Freed of this plight, and in their morning state (Sound and at liberty) I would 'em dead, But forty thousand fold, we had rather have 'em        [600] Prisoners to us, then death; Beare 'em speedily From our kinde aire, to them unkinde, and minister What man to man may doe for our sake more, Since I have knowne frights, fury, friends, beheastes, Loves, provocations, zeale, a mistris Taske, Desire of liberty, a feavour, madnes, Hath set a marke which nature could not reach too Without some imposition, sicknes in will Or wrastling strength in reason, for our Love And great Appollos mercy, all our best,        [610] Their best skill tender. Leade into the Citty, Where having bound things scatterd, we will post Florish. To Athens for our Army.                                     Exeunt.   [Line Numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Montgomery, Potter 1-49]

[Act 1, Scene 5]                                                                       Musicke.      Scæna 5. Enter the Queenes with the Hearses of their              Knightes, in a Funerall Solempnity, &c.        Vrnes, and odours, bring away,        Vapours, sighes, darken the day; [Signature [C4v], end Page 16, catchword: Our ]        Our dole more deadly lookes than dying        Balmes, and Gummes, and heavy cheeres,        [620]        Sacred vials fill'd with teares,        And clamors through the wild ayre flying.        Come all sad, and solempne Showes,        That are quick-eyd pleasures foes;        We convent nought else but woes.        We convent, &c.      3. Qu. This funeral path, brings to your housholds grave: Ioy ceaze on you againe: peace sleepe with him.       2. Qu. And this to yours.        I. Qu. Yours this way : Heavens lend A thousand differing waies, to one sure end.        [630]      3. Qu. This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes, And Death's the market place, where each one meetes.                                                             Exeunt severally.   [Line Numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Montgomery, Potter 1-16]

Actus Secundus. [Act 2, Scene 1]                     Scæna I.   Enter Iailor, and Wooer.      Iailor.   I may depart with little, while I live, some thing I May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I Keepe, though it be for great ones, yet they seldome Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lyn'd        [640] Then it can appeare, to me report is a true Speaker: I would I were really, that I am Deliverd to be: Marry, what I have (be it what it will) I will assure upon my daughter at The day of my death.      Wooer. Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer, And I will estate your Daughter in what I Have promised, [Signature D, end page 17, Catchword: Iailor. ]       Iailor. Wel, we will talke more of this, when the solemnity Is past;   But have you a full promise of her?        [650]                                                                 Enter Daughter. When that shall be seene, I tender my consent.      Wooer. I have Sir; here shee comes.      Iailor. Your Friend and I have chanced to name You here, upon the old busines: But no more of that. Now, so soone as the Court hurry is over, we will Have an end of it: I'th meane time looke tenderly To the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes.      Daug. These strewings are for their Chamber; tis pitty they Are in prison, and twer pitty they should be out: I        [660] Doe thinke they have patience to make any adversity Asham'd; the prison it selfe is proud of 'em; and They have all the world in their Chamber.      Iailor. They are fam'd to be a paire of absolute men.      Daugh. By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em, they Stand a greise above the reach of report.                  ( doers.      Iai.   I heard them reported in the Battaile, to be the only        Daugh.   Nay most likely, for they are noble suffrers; I Mervaile how they would have lookd had they beene Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce        [670] A freedome out of Bondage, making misery their Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at.        Iailor.   Doe they so?      Daug.   It seemes to me they have no more sence of their Captivity, then I of ruling Athens: they eate Well, looke merrily, discourse of many things, But nothing of their owne restraint, and disasters: Yet sometime a devided sigh, martyrd as twer I'th deliverance, will breake from one of them. When the other presently gives it so sweete a rebuke,        [680] That I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid, Or at least a Sigher to be comforted.      Wooer.   I never saw'em.      Iailor.   The Duke himselfe came privately in the night,                                  Enter Palamon, and Arcite, above. And so did they, what the reason of it is, I [Signature [D1v], end page 18, Catchword: Know] Know not: Looke yonder they are; that's Arcite lookes out.      Daugh.   No Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the Lower of the twaine; you may perceive a part        [690] Of him.      Iai.   Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not Make us their object; out of their sight.      Daugh.   It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the Diffrence of men.                                  Exeunt,   [Line Numbers: Bowers 1-47, Proudfoot 1-50, Potter, Montgomery 1-56. ]

[Act 2, Scene 2]           Scæna 2.   Enter Palamon, and Arcite in prison.      Pal. How doe you Noble Cosen?      Arcite. How doe you Sir?      Pal. Why strong inough to laugh at misery, And beare the chance of warre yet, we are prisoners        [700] I feare for ever Cosen.      Arcite. I beleeve it, And to that destiny have patiently Laide up my houre to come.      Pal. Oh Cosen Arcite, Where is Thebs now?   where is our noble Country? Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more Must we behold those comforts, never see The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour (Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies)      [710] Like tall Ships under saile: then start among'st 'em And as an Eastwind leave'em all behinde us, Like lazy Clowdes, whilst Palamon and Arcite, Even in the wagging of a wanton leg Out-stript the peoples praises, won the Garlands, Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. O never Shall we two exercise, like Twyns of honour, Our Armes againe, and feele our fyry horses Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now (Better the red-eyd god of war nev'r were)        [720] Bavishd our sides, like age must run to rust, And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us, [Signature D2, end page 19; catchword: These] These hands shall never draw'em out like lightning To blast whole Armies more.      Arcite. No Palamon, Those hopes are Prisoners with us, here we are And here the graces of our youthes must wither Like a too-timely Spring; here age must finde us, And which is heaviest (Palamon) unmarried, The sweete embraces of a loving wife        [730] Loden with kisses, armd with thousand Cupids Shall never claspe our neckes, no issue know us, No figures of our selves shall we ev'r see, To glad our age, and like young Eagles teach'em Boldly to gaze against bright armes, and say Remember what your fathers were, and conquer. The faire-eyd Maides, shall weepe our Bauishments, And in their Songs, curse ever-blinded fortune Till shee for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature; This is all our world;        [740] We shall know nothing here but one another, Heare nothing but the Clocke that tels our woes. The Vine shall grow, but we shall never see it: Sommer shall come, and with her all delights; But dead-cold winter must inhabite here still.      Pal.   Tis too true Arcite. To our Theban houndes, That shooke the aged Forrest with their ecchoes, No more now must we halloa, no more shake Our pointed Iavelyns, whilst the angry Swine Flyes like a parthian quiver from our rages,        [750] Strucke with our well-steeld Darts: All valiant uses, (The foode, and nourishment of noble mindes,) In us two here shall perish; we shall die (which is the curse of honour) lastly, Children of greife, and Ignorance.      Arc. Yet Cosen, Even from the bottom of these miseries From all that fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rysing, two meere blessings, If the gods please, to hold here abrave patience,        [760] [Signature [D2v], end page 20, catchword: And] And the enjoying of our greefes together. Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish If I thinke this our prison.      Pala. Certeinly, Tis a maine goodnes Cosen, that our fortunes Were twyn'd together; tis most true, two soules Put in two noble Bodies, let'em suffer The gaule of hazard, so they grow together, Will never sincke, they must not, say they could, A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done.        [770]      Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place That all men hate so much?      Pal. How gentle Cosen?      Arc. Let's thinke this prison, holy sanctuary, To keepe us from corruption of worse men, We are young and yet desire the waies of honour, That liberty and common Conversation The poyson of pure spirits; might like women Wooe us to wander from. What worthy blessing Can be but our Imaginations        [780] May make it ours? And heere being thus together, We are an endles mine to one another; We are one anothers wife, ever begetting New birthes of love; we are father, friends, acquaintance, We are in one another, Families, I am your heire, and you are mine: This place Is our Inheritance: no hard Oppressour Dare take this from us; here with a little patience We shall live long, and loving: No surfeits seeke us: The hand of war hurts none here, nor the Seas        [790] Swallow their youth: were we at liberty, A wife might part us lawfully, or busines, Quarrels consume us, Envy of ill men Crave our acquaintance, I might sicken Cosen, Where you should never know it, and so perish Without your noble hand to close mine eies, Or praiers to the gods; a thousand chaunces Were we from hence, would seaver us. [Signature D3, end page 21, catchword: Pal. ]      Pal. You have made me (I thanke you Cosen Arcite) almost wanton        [800] With my Captivity:   what a misery It is to live abroade? and every where: Tis like a Beast me thinkes: I finde the Court here, I am sure a more content, and all those pleasures That wooe the wils of men to vanity, I see through now, and am sufficient To tell the world, tis but a gaudy shaddow, That old Time, as he passes by takes with him, What had we bin old in the Court of Creon, Where sin is Iustice, lust, and ignorance,        [810] The vertues of the great ones: Cosen Arcite, Had not the loving gods found this place for us We had died as they doe, ill old men, unwept, And had their Epitaphes, the peoples Curses, Shall I say more?      Arc. I would heare you still.      Pal. Ye shall. Is there record of any two that lov'd Better then we doe Arcite?      Arc. Sure there cannot.        [820]      Pal. I doe not thinke it possible our friendship Should ever leave us.      Arc. Till our deathes it cannot                                         Enter Emilia and her woman. And after death our spirits shall be led To those that love eternally. Speake on Sir. This garden has a world of pleasures in't.      Emil. What Flowre is this?      Wom. Tis calld Narcissus Madam.        Emil. That was a faire Boy certaine, but a foole,        [830] To love himselfe, were there not maides enough?      Arc. Pray forward.      Pal. Yes.      Emil. Or were they all hard hearted?      Wom. They could not be to one so faire.      Emil. Thou wouldst not. [Signature [D3v], end page 22, catchword: Wom. ]      Wom. I thinke I should not, Madam.      Emil. That's a good wench: But take heede to your kindnes though.      Wom. Why Madam?        [840]      Emil. Men are mad things.      Arcite. Will ye goe forward Cosen?      Emil. Canst not thou work: such flowers in silke wench?      Wom. Yes.      Emil. Ile have a gowne full of 'em and of these, This is a pretty colour, wilt not doe Rarely upon a Skirt wench?      Wom. Deinty Madam.      Arc. Gosen, Cosen, how doe you Sir? Why Palamon?      Pal. Never till now I was in prison Arcite.        [850]      Arc. Why whats the matter Man?      Pal. Behold, and wonder. By heaven shee is a Goddesse.      Arcite. Ha.      Pal. Doe reverence. She is a Goddesse Arcite.      Emil. Of all Flowres. Me thinkes a Rose is best.      Wom. Why gentle Madam?      Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide.        [860] For when the west wind courts her gently How modestly she blowes, and paints the Sun, With her chaste blushes? When the North comes neere her, Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe, And leaves him to base briers.      Wom. Yet good Madam, Sometimes her modesty will blow so far She fals for't: a Mayde If shee have any honour, would be loth        [870] To take example by her.      Emil. Thou art wanton.      Arc. She is wondrous faire.      Pal. She is all the beauty extant. [Signature [D4], end page 23, catchword: Emil. ]      Emil. The Sun grows high, lets walk in, keep these flowers, Weele see how neere Art can come neere their colours; I am wondrous merry hearted, I could laugh now.      Wom. I could lie downe I am sure.      Emil And take one with you?      Wom. That's as we bargaine Madam,        [880]      Emil. Well, agree then.                                          Exeunt Emilia and woman.      Pal. What thinke you of this beauty?      Arc. Tis a rare one.      Pal. Is't but a rare one?      Arc. Yes a matchles beauty.      Pal. Might not a man well lose himselfe and love her?      Arc. I cannot tell what you have done, I have, Beshrew mine eyes for't, now I feele my Shackles.      Pal. You love her then?        [890]      Arc. Who would not?      Pal. And desire her?      Arc. Before my liberty.      Pal. I saw her first.      Arc. That's nothing      Pal. But it shall be.      Arc. I saw her too.      Pal. Yes, but you must not love her.      Arc. I will not as you doe; to worship her; As she is heavenly, and a blessed Goddes;        [900] ( I love her as a woman, to enjoy her) So both may love.      Pal. You shall not love at all.      Arc. Not love at all. Who shall deny me?      Pal. I that first saw her;   I that tooke possession First with mine eye of all those beauties In her reveald to mankinde: if thou lou'st her. Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes, Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow        [910] False as thy Title to her. friendship, blood And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime [Signature [D4v], end page 24, catchword: If] If thou once thinke upon her.      Arc, Yes I love her, And if the lives of all my name lay on it, I must doe so, I love her with my soule, If that will lose ye, farewell Palamon, I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine I am as worthy, and as free a lover And have as just a title to her beauty        [920] As any Palamon or any living That is a mans Sonne.      Pal. Have I cald thee friend?      Arc. Yes, and have found me so; why are you mov'd thus? Let me deale coldly with you, am not I Part of you blood, part of your soule? you have told me That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite.      Pal. Yes.      Arc. Am not I liable to those affections, Those joyes, greifes, angers, feares, my friend shall suffer?        [930]      Pal. Ye may be.      Arc. Why then would you deale so cunningly, So strangely, so vnlike a noble kinesman To love alone? speake truely, doe you thinke me Vnworthy of her sight?      Pal. No, but unjust, If thou pursue that sight.      Arc. Because an other First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still And let mine honour downe, and never charge?        [940]      Pal. Yes, if he be but one.      Arc. But say that one Had rather combat me?      Pal. Let that one say so, And use thy freedome: els if thou pursuest her, Be as that cursed man that hates his Country, A branded villaine.      Arc. You are mad.      Pal. I must be. Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concernes me,        [950] [Signature E, end page 25, catchword: And] And in this madnes, if I hazard thee And take thy life, I deale but truely.      Arc. Fie Sir. You play the Childe extreamely: I will love her, I must, I ought to doe so, and I dare, And all this justly.      Pal. O that now, that now Thy false-selfe and thy friend, had but this fortune To be one howre at liberty, and graspe Our good Swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee        [960] What tw'er to filch affection from another: Thou art baser in it then a Cut purse; Put but thy head out of this window more, And as I have a soule, Ile naile thy life too't.      Arc. Thou dar'st not foole, thou canst not, thou art feeble. Put my head out? Ile throw my Body out, And leape the garden, when I see her next                                                              Enter Keeper. And pitch between her armes to anger thee.       Pal. No more; the keeper's comming; I shall live        [970] To knocke thy braines out with my Shackles.      Arc. Doe.       Keeper. By your leave Gentlemen.      Pala. Now honest keeper?      Keeper. Lord Arcite, you must presently to'th Duke; The cause I know not yet.      Arc. I am ready keeper.      Keeper, Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you Of your faire Cosens Company.                                             Exeunt Arcite, and Keeper.        [980]      Pal. 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 hath taken notice Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood, Why should a friend be treacherous? If that Get him a   wife so noble, and so faire; Let honest men ne're love againe. Once more [Signature [E1v], end page 26, catchword: I] I would but see this faire One: Blessed Garden, And fruite, and flowers more blessed that still blossom        [990] As her bright eies shine on ye. would I were For all the fortune of my life hereafter Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke; How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes In at her window; I would bring her fruite 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 neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her.                                                                   Enter Keeper.        [1000] And then I am sure she would love me: how now keeper Wher's Arcite,      Keeper, Banishd: Prince Pirithous Obtained his liberty; but never more Vpon his oth and life must he set foote Vpon this Kingdome.      Pal. Hees a blessed man, He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes The bold yong men, that when he bids 'em charge, Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune,        [1010] If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover, Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her; And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward; How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her If he be noble Arcite; thousand waies. Were I at liberty, I would doe things Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady, This blushing virgine should take manhood to her And seeke to ravish me.      Keeper, My Lord for you        [1020] I have this charge too.      Pal. To discharge my life.      Keep. No, but from this place to remoove your Lordship, The windowes are too open.      Pal. Devils take 'em That are so envious to me; pre'thee kill me. [Signature E 2, end page 27, catchword: Keeper ]      Keep. And hang for't afterward.      Pal. By this good light Had I a sword I would kill thee.      Keep, Why my Lord?        [1030]      Pal. Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually Thou art not worthy life; I will not goe.      Keep. Indeede yon must my Lord.      Pal. May I see the garden?      Keep. Noe.      Pal. Then I am resolud, I will not goe.                       (rous      Keep. I must constraine you then: and for you are dange- Ile clap more yrons on you.      Pal. Doe good keeper. Ile shake'em so, ye shall not sleepe,        [1040] Ile make ye a new Morrisse, must I goe?      Keep. There is no remedy.      Pal. Farewell kinde window. May rude winde never hurt thee. O my Lady If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was, Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me.                                            Exeunt Palamon, and Keeper.   [Line Numbers: Bowers 1-278, Proudfoot, Potter1-280, Montgomery 1-281 ]

[Act 2, Scene 3]                          Scæna 3. Enter Arcite.      Arcite. Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit, A mercy I must thanke 'em for, but banishd        [1050] The free enjoying of that face I die for, Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance That were I old and wicked, all my sins Could never plucke upon me. Palamon; Thou ha'st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window, And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty, That nature nev'r exceeded, nor nev'r shall:        [1060] Good gods ? what happines has Palamon? Twenty to one, hee'le come to speake to her, And if she be as gentle, as she's faire, [Signature [E2v], end page 28, catchword: I] I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame       (can come, Tempests, and make the wild Rockes wanton. Come what The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome, I know mine owne, is but a heape of ruins, And no redresse there, if I goe, he has her. I am resolu'd an other shape shall make me, Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy:        [1070] Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more. Enter. 4. Country people, & one with a garlond before them.      1, My Masters, ile be there that's certaine.      2. And Ile be there.      3. And I.      4. Why then have with ye Boyes; Tis but a chiding, Let the plough play to day, ile tick'lt out Of the Iades tailes to morrow.      1. I am sure To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey:        [1080] But that's all one, ile goe through, let her mumble.      2. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her, And all's made up againe.      3. I, doe but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench. Doe we all hold, against the Maying?      4. Hold?   what should aile us?      3. Arcas will be there.      2. And Sennois. And Rycas, and 3. better lads nev'r dancd under green Tree,        [1090] And yet know what wenches: ha? But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster keep touch Doe you thinke: for he do's all ye know.      3. Hee'l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the mat- ter's too farre driven betweene him, and the Tanners daugh- ter. to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must daunce too.      4. Shall we be lusty.      2. All the Boyes in Athens blow   wind i'th breech on's, [Signature E3, end page 29, catchword: and] and heere ile be and there ile be, for our Towne, and here        [1100] againe, and there againe: ha, Boyes, heigh for the wea- vers.      1. This must be done i'th woods.      4. O pardon me.      2. By any meanes our thing of learning sees so : where he himselfe will edifie the Duke most parlously in our behalfes: hees excellent i'th woods, bring him to'th plaines,   his lear- ning makes no cry.      3. Weele see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: and Sweete Companions lets rehearse by any meanes, before The Ladies see us, and doe sweetly, and God knows what        [1110] May come on't.      4. Content; the sports once ended, wee'l performe. Away Boyes and hold.      Arc. By your leaves honest friends: pray you whither goe you.      4. Whither? why, what a question's that?      Arc. Yes, tis a question, to me that know not.      3. To the Games my Friend.      2. Where were you bred you know it not?      Arc. Not farre Sir,        [1120] Are there such Games to day?      1. Yes marry are there: And such as you neuer saw; The Duke himselfe Will be in person there.      Arc. What pastimes are they?      2, Wrastling, and Running;   Tis a pretty Fellow.      3. Thou wilt not goe along.      Arc. Not yet Sir.      4. Well Sir Take your owne time, come Boyes        [1130]      I. My minde misgives me This fellow has a veng'ance tricke o'th hip, Marke how his Bodi's made for't      2. Ile be hangd though If he dare venture, hang him plumb porredge, He wrastle? he rost eggs. Come lets be gon Lads. Exeunt 4. [Signature [E3v], end page 30, catchword: Arc. ]      Arc. This is an offerd oportunity I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled, The best men calld it excellent, and run        Swifter, then winde upon a feild of Corne           [1140] (Curling the wealthy eares) never flew: Ile venture, And in some poore disguize be there, who knowes Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands? And happines preferre me to a place, Where I may ever dwell in sight of her.         Exit Arcite,   [Line Numbers: Bowers 1-82, Proudfoot 1-80, Montgomery 1-88, Potter 1-85. ]

[Act 2, Scene 4]              Scæna 4.    Enter Iailors Daughter alone.      Daugh. Why should I love this Gentleman? Tis odds He never will affect me; I am base, My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison,        [1150] And he a prince; To marry him is hopelesse; To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't; What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteene 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 lookt on; Next, I pittied him, And so would any young wench o' my Conscience That ever dream'd, or vow'd her Maydenhead        [1160] To a yong hansom Man; Then I lov'd him, (Extreamely lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him; And yet he had a Cosen, faire as he too. But in my heart was Palamon, and there Lord, what a coyle he keepes ? To heare 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 bowes his noble body, then salutes me, thus:        [1170] Faire, gentle Mayde, good morrow, may thy goodnes, Get thee a happy husband; Once he kist me, I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after, Would he would doe so ev'ry day; He greives much, And me as much to see his misery. [Signature [E4], end page 31, catchword: What] What should I doe, to make him know I love him, For I would faine enjoy him? Say I ventur'd To set him free ? what saies the law then ? Thus much For Law, or kindred: I will doe it, And this night, or to morrow he shall love me.        Exit.        [1180]   [Line Numbers: Bowers, Proudfoot, Montgomery, Potter 1-33. ]

This short flo- rish of Cor- nets and Showtes with- in.

[Act 2, Scene 5] Scæna 4.   Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Pirithous,        Emilia: Arcite with a Garland, &c.      Thes. You have done worthily; I have not seene Since Hercules, a man of tougher synewes; What ere you are, you run the best, and wrastle, That these times can allow.      Arcite. I am proud to please you.      Thes. What Countrie bred you?      Arcite. This; but far off, Prince.      Thes. Are you a Gentleman?        [1190]      Arcite. My father said so; And to those gentle uses gave me life.      Thes. Are you his heire ?      Arcite. His yongest Sir.      Thes. Your Father Sure is a happy Sire then: what prooves you?      Arcite. A little of all noble Quallities : I could have kept a Hawke, and well have holloa'd To a deepe crie of Dogges; I dare not praise My feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me        [1200] Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest, I would be thought a Souldier.      Thes. You are perfect.      Pirith. Vpon my soule, a proper man.      Emilia. He is so.      Per. How doe you like him Ladie?      Hip. I admire him, I have not seene so yong a man, so noble (If he say true, ) of his sort.      Emil. Beleeve,        [1210] His mother was a wondrous handsome woman, His face me thinkes, goes that way.      Hyp. But his Body [Signature [E4v], end page 32, catchword: And] And firie minde, illustrate a brave Father.      Per. Marke how his vertue, like a hidden Sun Breakes through his baser garments.      Hyp. Hee's well got sure.      Thes. What made you seeke this place Sir ?      Arc. Noble Theseus . To purchase name, and doe my ablest service        [1220] To such a well-found wonder, as thy worth, Fo onely in thy Court, of all the world dwells faire-eyd honor.      Per. All his words are worthy.      Thes. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell, Nor shall you loose your wish: Perithous Dispose of this faire Gentleman.      Perith. Thankes Theseus. What ere you are y'ar mine, and I shall give you To a most noble service, to this Lady,        [1230] This bright yong Virgin; pray observe her goodnesse; You have honourd hir faire birth-day, with your ver