SceneIV

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Scene

IV

A field before Thebes.

A battle struck within; then a retreat; flourish. Then enter Theseus (victor), Herald, and Attendants. The three Queens meet Theseus, and fall on their faces before him.

First Queen

To thee no star be dark!

Second Queen

Both heaven and earth

Friend thee for ever!

Third Queen

All the good that may

Be wish’d upon thy head, I cry Amen to’t!

Theseus

Th’ impartial gods, who from the mounted heavens

View us their mortal herd, behold who err,

And in their time chastise. Go, and find out

The bones of your dead lords, and honour them

With treble ceremony: rather than a gap

Should be in their dear rites, we would supply’t.

But those we will depute which shall invest

You in your dignities, and even each thing

Our haste does leave imperfect. So, adieu,

And heaven’s good eyes look on you! Exeunt Queens.

Palamon and Arcite borne in on hearses.

What are those?

Herald

Men of great quality, as may be judg’d

By their appointment; some of Thebes have told’s

They’re sisters’ children, nephews to the king.

Theseus

By th’ helm of Mars, I saw them in the war⁠—

Like to a pair of lions smear’d with prey⁠—

Make lanes in troops aghast: I fix’d my note

Constantly on them; for they were a mark

Worth a god’s view. What was’t that prisoner told me

When I enquir’d their names?

Herald

We ’lieve, they’re called

Arcite and Palamon.

Theseus

’Tis right; those, those.

They are not dead?

Herald

Nor in a state of life: had they been taken

When their last hurts were given, ’twas possible

They might have been recover’d; yet they breathe,

And have the name of men.

Theseus

Then like men use ’em:

The very lees of such, millions of rates

Exceed the wine of others: all our surgeons

Convent in their behoof; our richest balms,

Rather than niggard, waste: their lives concern us

Much more than Thebes is worth: rather than have ’em

Freed of this plight, and in their morning state,

Sound and at liberty, I would ’em dead;

But, forty thousand fold, we had rather have ’em

Prisoners to us than death. Bear ’em speedily

From our kind air⁠—to them unkind⁠—and minister

What man to man may do; for our sake, more:

Since I have known frights, fury, friends’ behests,

Love’s provocations, zeal, a mistress’ task,

Desire of liberty, a fever, madness,

Hath set a mark⁠—which nature could not reach to

Without some imposition⁠—sickness in will,

Or wrestling strength in reason. For our love,

And great Apollo’s mercy, all our best

Their best skill tender!⁠—Lead into the city;

Where, having bound things scatter’d, we will post

To Athens ’for our army. Flourish. Exeunt; Attendants carrying Palamon and Arcite.