|
DOCTOR |
Has this advice I told you done any good upon her? |
|
WOOER |
O, very much. The maids that kept her company
have persuaded her that I am Palamon. Within
this half-hour she came smiling to me, and asked me
what I would eat, and when I would kiss her.
I told her presently, and kissed her twice. |
|
DOCTOR |
'Twas well done -- twenty times had been far better,
For there the cure lies mainly. |
|
WOOER |
Then she told me
She would watch with me tonight, for well she knew
What hour my fit would take me. |
|
DOCTOR |
Let her do so, ... [V.4.10]
And when your fit comes, fit her home,
And presently. |
|
WOOER |
She would have me sing. |
|
DOCTOR |
You did so? |
|
WOOER |
No. |
|
DOCTOR |
'Twas very ill done, then.
You should observe her every way. |
|
WOOER |
Alas,
I have no voice, sir, to confirm her that way. |
|
DOCTOR |
That's all one, if ye make a noise.
If she entreat again, do anything --
Lie with her if she ask you. |
|
JAILER |
Ho there, Doctor. |
|
DOCTOR |
Yes, in the way of cure. |
|
JAILER |
But first, by your leave, ... [V.4.20]
I'th' way of honesty, |
|
DOCTOR |
That's but a niceness --
Ne'er cast your child away for honesty.
Cure her first this way, then if she will be honest,
She has the path before her. |
|
JAILER |
Thank ye, Doctor. |
|
DOCTOR |
Pray bring her in and let's see how she is |
|
WOOER |
I will, and tell her her Palamon stays for her.
But, Doctor, methinks you are i' th' wrong still. [Exit Jailer.]
|
|
DOCTOR |
Go, go. You fathers are fine fools -- her honesty?
An we should give her physic till we find that -- |
|
WOOER |
Why, do you think she is not honest, sir? |
|
DOCTOR |
How old is she? |
|
WOOER |
She's eighteen. |
|
DOCTOR |
She may be --
But that's all one. 'Tis nothing to our purpose.
Whate'er her father says, if you perceive
Her mood inclining that way that I spoke of,
Videlicet, the way of flesh -- you have me? |
|
WOOER |
Yes, very well, sir. |
|
DOCTOR |
Please her appetite,
And do it home -- it cures her, ipso facto,
The melancholy humor that infects her. |
|
WOOER |
I am of your mind, Doctor.
[Enter the Jailer and his Daughter, mad.] |
|
DOCTOR |
You'll find it so -- she comes; pray humor her. ... [V.4.40]
[The Doctor and the Wooer stand apart.] |
|
JAILER |
[to Daughter.] Come, your love Palamon stays for you, child,
And has done this long hour, to visit you. |
|
DAUGHTER |
I thank him for his gentle patience.
He's a kind gentleman, and I am much bound to him.
Did you ne'er see the horse he gave me? |
|
JAILER |
Yes. |
|
DAUGHTER |
How do you like him? |
|
JAILER |
He's a very fair one. |
|
DAUGHTER |
You never saw him dance? |
|
JAILER |
No. |
|
DAUGHTER |
I have, often.
He dances very finely, very comely,
And, for a jig, come cut and long-tail to him,
He turns ye like a top. |
|
JAILER |
That's fine, indeed. |
|
DAUGHTER |
He'll dance the morris twenty mile an hour,
And that will founder the best hobbyhorse,
If I have any skill, in all the parish --
And gallops to the tune of 'Light o' love'.
What think you of this horse? |
|
JAILER |
Having these virtues
I think he might be brought to play at tennis. |
|
DAUGHTER |
Alas, that's nothing. |
|
JAILER |
Can he write and read too? |
|
DAUGHTER |
A very fair hand, and casts himself th'accounts
Of all his hay and provender. That ostler
Must rise betime that cozens him. You know ... [V.4.60]
The chestnut mare the Duke has?
|
|
JAILER |
Very well |
|
DAUGHTER |
She is horribly in love with him, poor beast,
But he is like his master -- coy and scornful. |
|
JAILER |
What dowry has she? |
|
DAUGHTER |
Some two hundred bottles
And twenty strike of oats, but he'll ne'er have her.
He lisps in's neighing, able to entice
A miller's mare. He'll be the death of her. |
|
DOCTOR |
What stuff she utters! |
|
JAILER |
Make curtsy -- here your love comes. |
|
WOOER |
[coming forward.] Pretty soul, ... [V.4.70]
How do ye? [She curtsies.] That's a fine maid, there's a curtsy. |
|
DAUGHTER |
Yours to command, i' th' way of honesty --
How far is't now to th' end o'th' world, my masters? |
|
DOCTOR |
Why, a day's journey, wench. |
|
DAUGHTER |
[to Wooer.] ~~~ Will you go with me? |
|
WOOER |
What shall we do there, wench? |
|
DAUGHTER |
Why, play at stool-ball --
What is there else to do? |
|
WOOER |
I am content
If we shall keep our wedding there. |
|
DAUGHTER |
'Tis true --
For there, I will assure you, we shall find
Some blind priest for the purpose that will venture
To marry us, for here they are nice, and foolish. ... [V.4.80]
Besides, my father must be hanged tomorrow,
And that would be a blot i' th' business.
Are you not Palamon?
|
|
WOOER |
Do not you know me? |
|
DAUGHTER |
Yes, but you care not for me. I have nothing
But this poor petticoat and two coarse smocks. |
|
WOOER |
That's all one -- I will have you |
|
DAUGHTER |
Will you surely? |
|
WOOER |
Yes, by this fair hand, will I. |
|
DAUGHTER |
We'll to bed then. |
|
WOOER |
E'en when you will. [He kisses her.] |
|
DAUGHTER |
[Rubbing off the kiss]
~~~ O, sir, you would fain be nibbling. |
|
WOOER |
Why do you rub my kiss off? |
|
DAUGHTER |
'Tis a sweet one,
And will perfume me finely against the wedding. ... [V.4.90]
[Indicating the Doctor] Is this not your cousin Arcite? |
|
DOCTOR |
Yes, sweetheart,
And I am glad my cousin Palamon
Has made so fair a choice. |
|
DAUGHTER |
Do you think he'll have me? |
|
DOCTOR |
Yes, without doubt. |
|
DAUGHTER |
[to the Jailer.] ~~~ Do you think so too? |
|
JAILER |
Yes. |
|
DAUGHTER |
We shall have many children. [to the Doctor.]
~~~Lord, how you're grown!
My Palamon, I hope, will grow too, finely,
Now he's at liberty. Alas, poor chicken,
He was kept down with hard meat and ill lodging,
But I'll kiss him up again. [Enter a Messenger.] |
|
MESSENGER |
What do you here? You'll lose the noblest sight ... [V.4.100]
That e'er was seen. |
|
JAILER |
Are they i' th' field? |
|
MESSENGER |
They are --
You bear a charge there too. |
|
JAILER |
I'll away straight.
[to the others.] I must e'en leave you here. |
|
DOCTOR |
Nay, we'll go with you --
I will not lose the sight. |
|
JAILER |
How did you like her? |
|
DOCTOR |
I'll warrant you, within these three or four days
I'll make her right again.
[Exit the Jailer with the Messenger.]
[to the Wooer.] ~~~ You must not from her,
But still preserve her in this way. |
|
WOOER |
I will. |
|
DOCTOR |
Let's get her in. |
|
WOOER |
[to the Jailer's Daughter.] ~~~ Come, sweet, we'll go to
dinner,
And then we'll play at cards. |
|
DAUGHTER |
And shall we kiss too? |
|
WOOER |
A hundred times. |
|
DAUGHTER |
And twenty. |
|
WOOER |
Ay, and twenty. |
|
DAUGHTER |
And then we'll sleep together |
|
DOCTOR |
[to the Wooer.] ~~~ Take her offer. |
|
WOOER |
[to the Jailer's Daughter] Yes, marry, will we. |
|
DAUGHTER |
But you shall not hurt me. |
|
WOOER |
I will not, sweet. |
|
DAUGHTER |
If you do, love, I'll cry. [Exeunt.] |