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Act III, Scene 3
Enter Arcite with a bundle containing meat, wine, and files.
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ARCITE |
I should be near the place. Ho, cousin Palamon! |
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PALAMON |
Arcite. |
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ARCITE |
The same, I have brought you food and files.
Come forth and fear not, here's no Theseus. |
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PALAMON |
Nor none so honest, Arcite. |
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ARCITE |
That's no matter --
We'll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage --
You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink;
I know you are faint. Then I'll talk further with you. |
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PALAMON |
Arcite, you mightst now poison me. |
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ARCITE |
I might --
But I must fear you first. Sit down and, good now,
No more of these vain parleys. Let us not, ... [III.3.8]
Having our ancient reputation with us,
Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health, sir. |
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PALAMON |
Do. [Arcite drinks.] |
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ARCITE |
Pray sit down, then, and let me entreat you,
By all the honesty and honor in you,
No mention of this woman -- 'twill disturb us.
We shall have time enough. |
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PALAMON |
Well, sir, I'll pledge you. [Palamon drinks.] |
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ARCITE |
Drink a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood, man.
Do not you feel it thaw you? |
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PALAMON |
Stay, I'll tell you
After a draught or two more. [Palamon drinks.] |
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ARCITE |
Spare it not --
The Duke has more, coz. Eat now. |
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PALAMON |
Yes. [Palamon eats.] |
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ARCITE |
I am glad ... [III.3.20]
You have so good a stomach. |
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PALAMON |
I am gladder
I have so good meat to't. |
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ARCITE |
Is't not mad, lodging
Here in the wild woods, cousin? |
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PALAMON |
Yes, for them
That have wild consciences. |
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ARCITE |
How tastes your victuals?
Your hunger needs no sauce, I see. |
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PALAMON |
Not much.
But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.
What is this? |
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ARCITE |
Venison. |
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PALAMON |
'Tis a lusty meat --
Give me more wine. Here, Arcite, to the wenches
We have known in our days. [Drinking.] The lord steward's daughter.
Do you remember her? |
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ARCITE |
After you, coz. ... [III.3.30] |
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PALAMON |
She loved a black-haired man. |
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ARCITE |
She did so; well, sir. |
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PALAMON |
And I have heard some call him Arcite, and -- |
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ARCITE |
Out with't, faith. |
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PALAMON |
She met him in an arbor --
What did she there, coz? Play o'th' virginals? |
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ARCITE |
Something she did, sir -- |
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PALAMON |
Made her groan a month for't --
Or two, or three, or ten. |
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ARCITE |
The marshal's sister
Had her share too, as I remember, cousin,
Else there be tales abroad. You'll pledge her? |
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PALAMON |
Yes. [They drink.] |
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ARCITE |
A pretty brown wench 'tis. There was a time
When young men went a-hunting, and a wood, ... [III.3.40]
And a broad beech, and thereby hangs a tale --
Heigh-ho! |
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PALAMON |
For Emily, upon my life! Fool,
Away with this strained mirth. I say again,
That sigh was breathed for Emily. Base cousin,
Dar'st thou break first? |
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ARCITE |
You are wide. |
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PALAMON |
By heaven and earth,
There's nothing in thee honest. |
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ARCITE |
Then I'll leave you --
You are a beast now. |
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PALAMON |
As thou mak'st me, traitor. |
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ARCITE |
[Pointing to the bundle.]
There's all things needful: files and shirts and perfumes --
I'll come again some two hours hence and bring
That that shall quiet all. |
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PALAMON |
A sword and armor |
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ARCITE |
Fear me not. You are now too foul. Farewell.
Get off your trinkets: you shall want naught. |
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PALAMON |
Sirrah -- |
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ARCITE |
I'll hear no more. [Exit.] |
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PALAMON |
If he keep touch, he dies for't. [Exit, as into the
bush.] |
Act III, Scene 4
Enter the Jailer's Daughter.
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DAUGHTER |
I am very cold, and all the stars are out too,
The little stars and all that, that look like aglets --
The sun has seen my folly. Palamon!
Alas, no, he's in heaven. Where am I now?
Yonder's the sea and there's a ship -- how't tumbles!
And there's a rock lies watching under water --
Now, now, it beats upon it -- now, now, now,
There's a leak sprung, a sound one -- how they cry!
Open her before the wind -- you'll lose all else.
Up with a course or two and tack about, boys. ... [III.4.10]
Good night, good night, you're gone. I am very hungry.
Would I could find a fine frog -- he would tell me
News from all parts o'th' world, then would I make
A carrack of a cockle-shell, and sail
By east and north-east to the King of Pygmies,
For he tells fortunes rarely. Now my father,
Twenty to one, is trussed up in a trice
Tomorrow morning. I'll say never a word.
[She sings.]
For I'll cut my green coat, a foot above my knee,
And I'll clip my yellow locks, an inch below mine eye, ... [III.4.20]
Hey nonny, nonny, nonny,
He s'buy me a white cut, forth for to ride,
And I'll go seek him, through the world that is so wide,
Hey nonny, nonny, nonny
O for a prick now, like a nightingale,
To put my breast against. I shall sleep like a top else. [Exit] |
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