SceneIII

3 0 00

Scene

III

The country near Athens.

Enter Arcite.

Arcite

Banish’d the kingdom? ’tis a benefit,

A mercy, I must thank ’em 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 the kingdom:

I know mine own is but a heap of ruins,

And no redress there. If I go, he has her.

I am resolv’d: 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 Country-people, and one with a garland before them.

First Countryman

My masters, I’ll be there, that’s certain.

Second Countryman

And I’ll be there.

Third Countryman

And I.

Fourth Countryman

Why, then, have with ye, boys! ’tis but a chiding:

Let the plough play to-day; I’ll tickle’t out

Of the jades’ tails to-morrow.

First Countryman

I am sure

To have my wife as jealous as a turkey:

But that’s all one: I’ll go through, let her mumble.

Second Countryman

Clap her aboard to-morrow night, and stoa her,

And all’s made up again.

Third Countryman

Ay, do but put

A feskue in her fist, and you shall see her

Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench.

Do we all hold against the Maying?

Fourth Countryman

Hold!

What should ail us?

Third Countryman

Arcas will be there.

Second Countryman

And Sennois,

And Rycas; and three better lads ne’er danc’d

Under green tree; and ye know what wenches, ha!

But will the dainty domine, the schoolmaster,

Keep touch, do you think? for he does all, ye know.

Third Countryman

He’ll eat a hornbook, ere he fail: go to!

The matter is 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.

Fourth Countryman

Shall we be lusty?

Second Countryman

All the boys in Athens

Blow wind i’ the breech on us: and here I’ll be,

And there I’ll be, for our town, and here again,

And there again: ha, boys, heigh for the weavers!

First Countryman

This must be done i’ the woods.

Fourth Countryman

O, pardon me!

Second Countryman

By any means; our thing of learning says so;

Where he himself will edify the duke

Most parlously in our behalfs: he’s excellent i’ the woods;

Bring him to the plains, his learning makes no cry.

Third Countryman

We’ll see the sports; then every man to’s 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’t.

Fourth Countryman

Content: the sports

Once ended, we’ll perform. Away, boys, and hold!

Arcite

By your leaves, honest friends; pray you, whither go you?

Fourth Countryman

Whither! why, what a question’s that!

Arcite

Yes, ’tis a question

To me that know not.

Third Countryman

To the games, my friend.

Second Countryman

Where were you bred, you know it not?

Arcite

Not far, sir.

Are there such games to-day?

First Countryman

Yes, marry, are there;

And such as you never saw: the duke himself

Will be in person there.

Arcite

What pastimes are they?

Second Countryman

Wrestling and running.⁠—’Tis a pretty fellow.

Third Countryman

Thou wilt not go along?

Arcite

Not yet, sir.

Fourth Countryman

Well, sir,

Take your own time.⁠—Come, boys.

First Countryman

My mind misgives me

This fellow has a vengeance trick o’ the hip;

Mark how his body’s made for’t

Second Countryman

I’ll be hang’d though,

If he dare venture; hang him, plum-porridge!

He wrestle? he roast eggs! Come, let’s be gone, lads. Exeunt Countrymen.

Arcite

This is an offer’d opportunity

I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled,

The best men call’d it excellent; and run

Swifter than wind upon a field of corn,

Curling the wealthy ears, nev’r 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? Exit.