THESEUS.
Take twenty, Domine.—How does my sweetheart?
HIPPOLYTA.
Never so pleased, sir.
EMILIA.
’Twas an excellent dance,
And, for a preface, I never heard a better.
THESEUS.
Schoolmaster, I thank you.—One see’em all rewarded.
PIRITHOUS.
And here’s something to paint your pole withal.
[He gives money.]
THESEUS.
Now to our sports again.
SCHOOLMASTER.
May the stag thou hunt’st stand long,
And thy dogs be swift and strong;
May they kill him without lets,
And the ladies eat his dowsets.
[Exeunt Theseus, Pirithous, Hippolyta, Emilia, Arcite and Train. Horns winded as they go out.]
Come, we are all made. Dii deæque omnes,
You have danced rarely, wenches.