PALAMON.
Doe, good keeper.
Ile shake ’em so, ye shall not sleepe;
Ile make ye a new Morrisse: must I goe?
KEEPER.
There is no remedy.
PALAMON.
Farewell, kinde window.
May rude winde never hurt thee. O, my Lady,
If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was,
Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me. [Exeunt Palamon, and
Keeper.]
Scaena 3. (The country near Athens.)
[Enter Arcite.]
ARCITE.
Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit,
A mercy I must thanke ’em for, but banishd
The free enjoying of that face I die for,
Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death
Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance
That, were I old and wicked, all my sins
Could never plucke upon me. Palamon,
Thou ha’st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see
Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window,
And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede
Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty,
That nature nev’r exceeded, nor nev’r shall:
Good gods! what happines has Palamon!
Twenty to one, hee’le come to speake to her,
And if she be as gentle as she’s faire,
I know she’s his; he has a Tongue will tame
Tempests, and make the wild Rockes wanton.
Come what can come,
The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome.
I know mine owne is but a heape of ruins,
And no redresse there; if I goe, he has her.
I am resolu’d an other shape shall make me,
Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy:
Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more.
[Enter 4. Country people, & one with a garlond before them.]
1. COUNTREYMAN
My Masters, ile be there, that’s certaine
2. COUNTREYMAN
And Ile be there.
3. COUNTREYMAN
And I.