ARCITE.
After you, coz.
PALAMON.
She loved a black-haired man.
ARCITE.
She did so; well, sir?
PALAMON.
And I have heard some call him Arcite, and—
ARCITE.
Out with’t, faith.
PALAMON.
She met him in an arbour.
What did she there, coz? Play o’ th’ virginals?
ARCITE.
Something she did, sir.
PALAMON.
Made her groan a month for ’t,
Or two, or three, or ten.
ARCITE.
The Marshal’s sister
Had her share too, as I remember, cousin,
Else there be tales abroad. You’ll pledge her?
PALAMON.
Yes.