Emil. I had rather both,
So neither for my sake should fall untimely.
Enter Messenger. Curtis.
Thes. Who saw 'em?
Per. I a while.
Gent. And I.
Thes. From whence come you, Sir?
Mess. From the Knights.
Thes. Pray speak
You that have seen them, what they are.
Mess. I will Sir,
And truly what I think: six braver spirits
Than those they have brought, (if we judge by the outside)
I never saw, nor read of: he that stands
In the first place with Arcite, by his seeming
Should be a stout man, by his face a Prince,
(His very looks so say him) his complexion,
Nearer a brown, than black; stern, and yet noble,
Which shews him hardy, fearless, proud of dangers:
The circles of his eyes, shew fair within him,
And as a heated Lion, so he looks:
His hair hangs long behind him, black and shining
Like Ravens wings: his shoulders broad, and strong,
Arm'd long and round, and on his Thigh a Sword
Hung by a curious Bauldrick: when he frowns
To seal his Will with, better o' my conscience
Was never Soldiers friend.
Thes. Thou hast well describ'd him.