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?
PALAMON.
Stay, I’ll tell you
After a draught or two more.
ARCITE.
Spare it not; the Duke has more, coz. Eat now.