WOOER.
I never saw ’em.
JAILER.
The Duke himself came privately in the night, and so did they.
Enter Palamon and Arcite, above.
What the reason of it is, I know not. Look, yonder they are; that’s Arcite looks out.
DAUGHTER.
No, sir, no, that’s Palamon. Arcite is the lower of the twain; you may perceive a part of him.
JAILER.
Go to, leave your pointing; they would not make us their object. Out of their sight.
DAUGHTER.
It is a holiday to look on them. Lord, the difference of men!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The prison
Enter Palamon and Arcite in prison.