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.