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Thes. Pray you, kneel not.
3 Queen. Oh, my petition was I was transported with your speech, and suffer'd
(Kncels to EMILIA. Your knees to wrong themselves. I've heard the Set down in ice, which, by hot grief uncandied, fortunes
Melts into drops ; so sorrow, wanting form,
Your grief is written in your cheek.
You cannot read it there; here through my tears,
For my least minnow, let him lead his line Dimpled her cheek with smiles ; Hercules our To catch one at my heart. Oh, pardon me : kinsman
Extremity, that sharpens sundry wits, (Then weaker than your eyes) laid by his club, Makes me a fool. He tumbled down upon his Nemean hide, Emi. Pray you, say nothing; pray you ! And swore his sinews thaw'd: Oh! grief and Who cannot feel nor see the rain, being in't, time,
Knows neither wet nor dry. If that you were Fearful consumers, you will all devour ! The ground-piece of some painter, I would buy i Queen. Oh, I hope soine god,
you, Some god hath put bis mercy in your manhood, To instruct me 'gainst a capital grief indeed; Whereto he'll infuse power, and press you forth (Such heart-pierced demonstration !) but, alas, Our undertaker!
Being a natural sister of our sex, Thes. Oh, no knces, none, widow !
Your sorrow beats so ardently upon me, Unto the helmeted Bellona use them,
That it shall make a counter-reflect 'gainst And pray for me, your soldier.—Troubled I am. My brother's heart, and warm it to some pity,
[Turns uway. Though it were made of stone: pray have good 2 Queen. Honoured Hippolita,
comfort ! Most dreaded Amazonian, that has slain
Thes. Porward to the temple: leave not out a The scithe-tusk'd boar ; that, with thy arm as
O'the sacred ceremony; As it is white, wast near to make the male
1 Queen. Oh, this celebration To thy sex captive; but that this thy lord Will longer last, and be more costly than (Born to uphold creation in that honour Your suppliants' war! Remember that your fame First Nature styled it in) shrunk thee into Knolls in the ear o' the world: What you do The bound thou wast o'er-flowing, at once sub
Is not done rashly; your first thought is more Thy force, and thy affection; soldieress, Than others' labour'd meditance ; your premediThat equally canst poise sternness with pity,
tating Who now, I know, hast much more power on
More than their actions; but, (oh Jove!) your him
actions, Than e'er he had on thee; who owest his strength, Soon as they move, as osprays do the fish, And his love too, who is a servant to
Subdue before they touch: think, dcar duke, The tenor of thy speech ; dear glass of ladies,
Those that with cords, knives, drams,precipitance, Lend us'a knee;
Weary of this world's light, have to themselves
1 Queen. But our lords
Thes. It is true;
And I will give you comfort,
The which to do must make some work with Went I so willing way. My lord is taken
Creon. Heart deep with your distress : let him consider; 1 Queen. And that work now presents itself to I'll speak anon.
the doing :
Now 'twill take form ; the heats are gone to With that celerity and nature, which morrow;
She makes it in, from henceforth I'll not dare Then bootless toil must recompence itself, To ask you any thing, nor be so hardy With its own sweat; now he's secure,
Ever to take a husband. Not dreams we stand before your puissance, Thes. Pray stand up;, Rinsing your holy begging in our eyes,
I am entreating of myself to do To make petition clear.
That which you kneel to have me. Perithous, 2 Queen. Now you may take him,
Lead on the bride! Get you, and pray the gods Drunk with his victory.
For success and return; omit not any thing 3 Queen. And his army full
In the pretended celebration. Queens, Of bread and sloth.
Follow your soldier (as before;) hence you, Thes. Artesius, that best knowest
And at the banks of Aulis meet us with How to draw out, fit to this enterprise
The forces you can raise, where we shall find The primest for this proceeding, and the number The moiety of a number, for a business To carry such a business; forth and levy More bigger look’d.—Since that our theme in Our worthiest instruments; whilst we dispatch
haste, This grand act of our life, this daring deed I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip; Of fate and wedlock !
Sweet, keep it as my token. Set you forward ; i Queen. Dowagers, take hands !
For I will see you gone. Let us be widows to our woes ! Delay
(Ereunt towards the Temple. Commends us to a famishing hope.
Farewell, my beauteous sister! Perithous, All. Farewell!
Keep the feast full; bate not an hour on't! 2 Queen. We come unseasonably; but when Per. Sir, could Grief
I'll follow you at heels: the feast's solemnity Cull forth, as unpang d Judgment can, fit'st time Shall want till your return. For best solicitation?
Thes. Cousin, I charge you Thes. Why, good ladies,
Budge not from Athens; we shall be returning This is a service, whereto I am going,
Ere you can end this feast, of which I pray you Greater than any war; it more imports me Make no abatement. Once more, farewell all! Than all the actions that I have foregone,
i Queen. Thus dost thou still make good the Or futurely can cope.
tongue o' the world. i Queen. The more proclaiming
2 Queen. And earn’st a deity equal with Mars. Our suit shall be neglected: When her arms, 3 Queen. If not above him; for, Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall
Thou being but mortal, mak'st affections bend By warranting moon-light corslet thee, oh, when To godlike honours; they themselves, some say, Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall Groan under such a mastery. Upon thy tasteful lips, what wilt thou think
Thes. As we are men, Of rotten kings, or blubber'd queens? what care Thus should we do; being sensually subdoed, For what thou feel'st not, what thou feel'st being we lose our humane title. Good cheer, ladies ! able
Enter PALAMON and ARCITE.
Arc. Dear Palamon, dearer in love than blood, You should be so transported, as much sorry And our prime cousin, yet unbarden'd in I should be such a suitor; yet I think,
The crimes of nature; let us leave the city Did I not, by th' abstaining of my joy,
Thebes, and the temptings in't, before we further Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit, Sully our gloss of youth. That craves a present med’cine, I should pluck And here to keep in abstinence we shame All ladies' scandal on me : Therefore, sir, As in incontinence: for not to swim As I shall here make trial of my prayers, l' the head o' the current, were almost to sink, Either presuming them to have some force, At least to frustrate striving: and to follow Or sentencing for ay their vigour dumb, The common stream, 'twould bring us to an eddy Prorogue this business we are going about, and Where we should turn or drown; if labou hang
through, Your shield afore your heart, about that neck Our gain but life, and weakness. Which is my fee, and which I freely lend
Pal. Your advice To do these poor queens service.
Is cried up with example: what strange ruins, All Queens. Oh, help now!
Since first we went to school, may we perceive Our cause cries for your kree.
Walking in Thebes! Scars, and bare weeds, Emi. If you grant not
The gain o' the martialist, who did propound Vy sister her petition, in that force,
To bis bold ends, honour, and golden ingots,
Which, though he won, he had not; and now From me with leeches; let them break and fall Aurted
Off me with that corruption ! By peace, for whom he fought! Who then shall Arc. Clear-spirited cousin, offer
Let's leave his court, that we may nothing share To Mars' so scorned altar? I do bleed
Of his loud infamy! for our milk
Be vile, or disobedient; not his kinsmen
Pal. Nothing truer.
The ears of heavenly justice: widows' cries Arc. Are you not out?
Descend again into their throats, and have not Meet you no ruin, but the soldier, in
Due audience of the gods.--Valerius ! The cranks and turns of Thebes ? You did begin
Enter VALERIUS. As if you met decays of many kinds: Perceive you none that do arouse your pity, Vul. The king calls for you; yet be leader But th' unconsider'd soldier?
footed, Pul, Yes; I pity
Till his great rage be off him! Phæbuis, when Decays where'er I find them; but such most, He broke his whipstock, and exclaim'd against That, sweating in an honourable toil,
The horses of the sun, but whisper’d, to Are paid with ice to cool 'em.
The loudness of his fury. Arc, 'Tis not this
Pal. Small winds shake him ; I did begin to speak of; this is virtue
But what's the matter? Of no respect in Thebes: I spake of Thebes, Vul. Theseus (who where he threats appals) How dangerous, if we will keep our honours,
hath sent It is for our residing; where every evil
Deadly defiance to him, and pronounces
Arc. Let him approach !
But that we fear the gods in him, he brings not Pal. It is in our power
A jot of terror to us : yet what man (Unless we fear that apes can tutor's) to Thirds his own worth (the case is each of ours) Be masters of our manners. What need I When that his action's dregg'd with mind assured Affect another's gait, which is not catching 'Tis bad he goes about ? Where there is faith? or to be fond upon
Pal. Leave that unreason'd: Another's way of speech, when by mine own
Our services stand now for Thebes, not Creon. I may be reasonably conceived; saved too, Yet, to be neutral to him, were dishonour, Speaking it truly? Why am I bound
Rebellious to oppose; therefore we must By any generous bond to follow him
With him stand to the mercy of our fate, Follows his tailor, haply so long, until
Who hath bounded our last minute. The follow'd make pursuit? Or let me know, Arc, So we must. Why mine own barber is unbless'd, with him Is't said this war's afoot ? or it shall be, My poor chin too, for 'tis not scissar'd just On fail of some condition? To such a favourite's glass? What canon is there Val, 'Tis in motion ; That does command my rapier from my hip, The intelligence of state came in the instant To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip-toe
With the defier. Before the street be foul? Either I am
Pal. Let's to the king; who, were he The fore-horse in the team, or I am none A quarter carrier of that honour which That draw i'the sequent trace. These poor slight His enemy comes in, the blood we venture sores
Should be as for our health; which were not spent, Need not a plantain; that which rips my bosom, Rather laid out for purchase: but, alas, Almost to the heart, is
Our hands advanced before our hearts, what will Arc. Our uncle Creon.
The fall o' the stroke do damage? Pal. He,
Arc, Let the event, A most unbounded tyrant! whose successes That never-erring arbitrator, tell us Make heaven unfear'd, and villany assured, When we know all ourselves; and let us follow Beyond its power; there's nothing almost puts The becking of our chance.
(Exeunt. Faith in a fever, and deifies alone Voluble chance—who only attributes
Enter PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, and EMILIA. service,
Per. No further.. And what they win in't, boot and glory too; Hip. Sir, farewell ! Repeat my wishes That fears not to do harm; good dares not let To our great lord, of whose success I dare not The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suck'd | Make any timorous question; yet I wish him
THE TWO NÖBLÉ KÍNŠMEN.
Excess ånd overflow of power, án't might be, Theirs has more ground, is more maturely sea-
More buckled with strong judgment, and their
Loved for we did, and like the elements
That know not what, nor why, yet do effect
Did so to one another: What she liked,
And put between my breasts, (oh, then but begin-
For my most serious decking; had mine ear
Stolen some new air, or at adventure humm'd one
Exit. Whereon her spirits would sojourn, (rather dwell
Like old importment's bastard; has this end,
That the true love 'tween maid and maid may be
you shall never, like the maid Flavina, Since our great lord departed ?
Love any that's call'd man.
Emi. I am sure I shall not.
I must no more believe thee in this point
Than I will trust a sickly appetite,
Of the all-noble Theseus; for whose fortunes
I will now in and kneel, with great assurance,
That we, more than his Perithous, possess
Emi. I am not
A Battle struck within; then a Retreat; flourish.
Then enter THESEUS (victor ;) the three Queens You were at wars when she the grave enrich’d,
meet him, and fall on their faces before him. Who nade too proud the bed, took leave o' the
i Queen. To thee no star be dark ! (Which then look'd pale at parting) when our 2 Queen. Both heav'n and earth
'Friend thee for ever! Was each eleven.
3 Queen. All the good that Hip. 'Twas Flavina.
Be wish'd upon thy head, I cry umen to't! Emi. Yes.
Thes. Th’impartial gods, who from the mountYou talk of Perithous' and Theseus' love:
View us their mortal herd, behold who err, Prisoners to us than death. Bear 'em speedily And in their time chastise. Go, and find out From our kind air (to them unkind,) and minister The bones of your dead lords, and honour them What man to man may do; for our sake, more. With treble ceremony; rather than a gap Since I have known frights, fury, friends' beShould be in their dear rites, we would supply't.
hrests, But those we will depute which shall invest Loves' provocations, zeal, a mistress' task, You in your dignities, and ev’n each thing Desire of liberty, a fever, madness, Our haste does leave imperfect: So adieu, Sickness in will, or wrestling strength in reason; And heaven's good eyes look on you !- What 'T bath set a mark which nature could not reach to are those ?
[Ereunt Queens. Without some imposition. For our love, Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judged And great Apollo's mercy, all our best By their appointment; some of Thebes have told's Their best skill tender ! Lead into the city: They're sister's children, nephews to the king. Where having bound things scatter'd, we will Thes. By th' helm of Mars, I saw them in the
To Athens 'fore our army.
(E.reunt. Like to a pair of lions, succour'd with prey, Make lanes in troops aghast: I fix'd my note
SCENE V. Constantly on them; for they were a mark
Enter the Queens with the hearses of their Knights, Worth a god's vicw. What prisoner was't that told me,
in a funeral solemnity, &c. When I enquired their names ?
Urns and odours bring away, Herald. With leave, they're called
Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Arcite and Palamon.
Our dole more deadly looks than dying! Thes. 'Tis right; those, those.
Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers, They are not dead?
Sacred vials fill'd with tears, Herald. Nor in a state of life: Had they been And clamours, through the wild air flying; taken
Come, all sad and solemn shows, When their last hurts were given, 'twas possible That are quick-eyed pleasure's foes ! They might have been recover'd, yet they breathe, We convent nought else but woes. And have the name of men.
We convent, &c. Thes. Then like men use 'em !
Queen. This funeral path brings to your house. The very lees of such, millions of rates, Exceed the wine of others. All our surgeons Joy seize on you again! Peace sleep with him! Convent in their behoof; our richest balms, 2 Queen. And this to yours ! Rather than niggard, waste! their lives concern us i Queen. Yours this way! Heavens lend Much more than Thebes is worth. Rather than A thousand different ways to one sure end. have 'em
3 Queen. This world's a city full of straying Freed of this plight, and in their morning state,
streets; Sound and at liberty, I would 'em dead; And death's the market-place, where each one But, forty thousand fold, we'd rather have 'em
Enter Jailor and Wooer.
Jailor. Well, we'll talk more of this, When the solemnity is past. But have you
A full promise of her? When that shall be seen,
Wooer. I have, sir. Here she comes.