JAILER.
Sir, she’s well restored,
And to be married shortly.
PALAMON.
By my short life,
I am most glad on’t. ’Tis the latest thing
I shall be glad of; prithee, tell her so.
Commend me to her, and, to piece her portion,
Tender her this.
[Gives him his purse.]
FIRST KNIGHT.
Nay let’s be offerers all.
SECOND KNIGHT.
Is it a maid?
PALAMON.
Verily, I think so.
A right good creature, more to me deserving
Then I can ’quite or speak of.
ALL KNIGHTS.
Commend us to her.
[They give their purses.]
JAILER.
The gods requite you all, and make her thankful.
PALAMON.
Adieu; and let my life be now as short
As my leave-taking.