THESEUS.
Come, I’ll go visit ’em. I cannot stay,
Their fame has fired me so; till they appear.
Good friend, be royal.
PIRITHOUS.
There shall want no bravery.
[Exeunt all but Emilia.]
EMILIA.
Poor wench, go weep, for whosoever wins,
Loses a noble cousin for thy sins.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. A room in the prison
Enter Jailer, Wooer and Doctor.
DOCTOR.
Her distraction is more at some time of the moon, than at other some, is it not?
JAILER.
She is continually in a harmless distemper, sleeps little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, dreaming of another world, and a better; and what broken piece of matter soe’er she’s about, the name Palamon lards it, that she farces every business withal, fits it to every question.
Enter Jailer’s Daughter.