Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Jailor and his Friend.
Jail.
Hear you no more? was nothing said of me
Concerning the escape of Palamon?
Good Sir remember.
1 Fr. Nothing that I heard,
For I came home before the business
Was fully ended: yet I might perceive
E'r I departed, a great likelyhood
Of both their pardons: for Hippolita,
And fair-ey'd Emilia, upon their knees,
Begg'd with such handsome pitty, that the Duke
Methought stood staggering whether he should follow
His rash oath, or the sweet compassion
Of those two Ladies; and to second them,
That truly noble Prince Perithous
Half his own heart, set in too, that I hope
All shall be well: neither heard I one question
Of your name, or his scape.
Enter 2 Friends.
Jail. Pray Heaven it hold so.
2 Fr. Be of good comfort man; I bring you news
Good news.
Jail. They are welcome.
2 Fr. Palamon has clear'd you,
And got your pardon, and discover'd
How, and by whose means he scap'd, which was your Daughter's,
Whose pardon is procured too, and the prisoner
Not to be held ungrateful to her goodness,
Has given a sum of money to her Marriage,
A large one I'll assure you.
Jail. Ye are a good man
And ever bring good news.