SceneIV

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Scene

IV

Athens. A room in the prison.

Enter Gaoler’s Daughter.

Daughter

Why should I love this gentleman? ’tis odds

He never will affect me: I am base,

My father the mean keeper of his prison,

And he a prince: to marry him is hopeless,

To be his whore is witless. Out upon’t!

What pushes are we wenches driven to,

When fifteen once has found us! First, I saw him;

I, seeing, thought he was a goodly man;

He has as much to please a woman in him⁠—

If he please to bestow it so⁠—as ever

These eyes yet look’d on: next I pitied him;

And so would any young wench, o’ my conscience,

That ever dream’d, or vow’d her maidenhead

To a young handsome man: then I lov’d him,

Extremely lov’d him, infinitely lov’d him;

And yet he had a cousin, fair as he too;

But in my heart was Palamon, and there,

Lord, what a coil he keeps! To hear him

Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is!

And yet his songs are sad ones. Fairer spoken

Was never gentleman: when I come in

To bring him water in a morning, first

He bows his noble body, then salutes me thus,

“Fair, gentle maid, good morrow: may thy goodness

Get thee a happy husband!” Once he kiss’d me;

I lov’d my lips the better ten days after:

Would he would do so every day! He grieves much,

And me as much to see his misery:

What should I do, to make him know I love him?

For I would fain enjoy him say I ventur’d

To set him free? what says the law, then? Thus much

For law, or kindred! I will do it;

And this night or to-morrow he shall love me. Exit.