SceneVI

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Scene

VI

Athens. Before the prison.

Enter Gaoler’s Daughter.

Daughter

Let all the dukes and all the devils roar,

He is at liberty: I’ve ventur’d for him;

And out I’ve brought him to a little wood

A mile hence: I have sent him, where a cedar,

Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane,

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 endur’d 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’t, 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: sure 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 thank’d me

For what I’ve done; no, not so much as kiss’d 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 ever dwell. Within this hour the whoobub

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.