PALAMON.
Nor none so honest, Arcite.
ARCITE.
That’s no matter.
We’ll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage;
You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink—
I know you are faint—then I’ll talk further with you.
PALAMON.
Arcite, thou mightst now poison me.
ARCITE.
I might;
But I must fear you first. Sit down and, good now,
No more of these vain parleys; let us not,
Having our ancient reputation with us,
Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health.
[Drinks.]
PALAMON.
Do.
ARCITE.
Pray sit down, then, and let me entreat you,
By all the honesty and honour in you,
No mention of this woman; ’twill disturb us.
We shall have time enough.
PALAMON.
Well, sir, I’ll pledge you.
[Drinks.]
ARCITE.
Drink a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood, man.
Do not you feel it thaw you?