Must we behold those comforts; never see
The hardy youths strive for the games of honour,
Hung with the painted favours of their ladies,
Like tall ships under sail: then start amongst ’em,
And as an east wind, leave ’em all behind us
Like lazy clouds, whilst Palamon and Arcite,
Even in the wagging of a wanton leg,
Outstript the people’s praises, won the garlands,
Ere they have time to wish ’em ours. Oh, never
Shall we two exercise, like twins of honour,