SceneIII

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Scene

III

The same part of the forest as in scene I.

Enter Arcite, with meat, wine, files, etc.

Arcite

I should be near the place.⁠—Hoa, Cousin Palamon!

Enter Palamon.

Palamon

Arcite?

Arcite

The same: I’ve brought you food and files.

Come forth and fear not; here’s no Theseus.

Palamon

Nor none so honest, Arcite.

Arcite

That’s no matter:

We’ll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage;

You shall not die thus beastly: here, sir, drink;

I know you’re faint; then I’ll talk further with you.

Palamon

Arcite, thou mightst now poison me.

Arcite

I might;

But I must fear you first. Sit down; and, good, now,

No more of these vain parleys: let us not,

Having our ancient reputation with us,

Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health! Drinks.

Palamon

Do.

Arcite

Pray, sit down, then; and let me entreat you,

By all the honesty and honour in you,

No mention of this woman! ’twill disturb us;

We shall have time enough.

Palamon

Well, sir, I’ll pledge you. Drinks.

Arcite

Drink a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood, man.

Do not you feel it thaw you?

Palamon

Stay; I’ll tell you

After a draught or two more.

Arcite

Spare it not;

The duke has more, coz. Eat now.

Palamon

Yes. Eats.

Arcite

I’m glad

You have so good a stomach.

Palamon

I am gladder

I have so good meat to’t.

Arcite

Is’t not mad lodging

Here in the wild woods, cousin?

Palamon

Yes, for them

That have wild consciences.

Arcite

How tastes your victuals?

Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.

Palamon

Not much:

But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.

What is this?

Arcite

Venison.

Palamon

’Tis a lusty meat.

Give me more wine: here, Arcite, to the wenches

We’ve known in our days! The lord-steward’s daughter;

Do you remember her?

Arcite

After you, coz.

Palamon

She lov’d a black-hair’d man.

Arcite

She did so: well, sir?

Palamon

And I have heard some call him Arcite; and⁠—

Arcite

Out with it, faith!

Palamon

She met him in an arbour:

What did she there, coz? play o’ the virginals?

Arcite

Something she did, sir.

Palamon

Made her groan a month for’t;

Or two, or three, or ten.

Arcite

The marshal’s sister

Had her share too, as I remember, cousin,

Else there be tales abroad: you’ll pledge her?

Palamon

Yes.

Arcite

A pretty brown wench ’tis: there was a time

When young men went a-hunting, and a wood,

And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale.⁠—

Heigh-ho!

Palamon

For Emily, upon my life! Fool,

Away with this strain’d mirth! I say again,

That sigh was breath’d for Emily: base cousin,

Dar’st thou break first?

Arcite

You’re wide.

Palamon

By heaven and earth,

There’s nothing in thee honest.

Arcite

Then I’ll leave you:

You are a beast now.

Palamon

As thou mak’st me, traitor.

Arcite

There’s all things needful⁠—files, and shirts, and perfumes:

I’ll come again some two hours hence, and bring

That that shall quiet all.

Palamon

A sword and armour?

Arcite

Fear me not. You are now too foul; farewell:

Get off your trinkets; you shall want nought.

Palamon

Sirrah⁠—

Arcite

I’ll hear no more. Exit.

Palamon

If he keep touch, he dies for’t. Exit.