[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.
[Lays his head on the block.]
FIRST KNIGHT.
Lead, courageous cousin.