_4._ Content; the sports once ended, we'll perform. Away Boys and hold. _Arc._ By your leaves honest friends: Pray you w[h]ither goe you. _4._ Whither? Why, what a question's that! _Arc._ Yes, 'tis a question, to me that know not. _3._ To the _Games_, my Friend. _2._ Where were you bred you know it not? _Arc._ Not far Sir, Are there such _Games_, to day? _1._ Yes marry are there: And such as you never saw; The _Duke_, himself Will be in person there. _Arc._ What pastimes are they? _2._ Wrastling, and Running; 'Tis a pretty Fellow. _3._ Thou wilt not goe along. _Arc._ Not yet Sir. _4._ Well Sir Take your own time, come Boys. _1._ My mind misgives me This fellow has a veng'ance trick o'th hip, Marke how his Bodi's made for't. _2._ I'll be hang'd though If he dare venture, hang him plumb-porredge, He wrestle? He rost eggs. Come lets be gon Lads. [_Exeunt 4._ _Arc._ This is an offer'd oportunity I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled, The best men call'd it excellent, and run Swifter, than wind upon a feild of Corn (Curling the wealthy ears) never flew: I'll venture, And in some poor disguize be there, who knows Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands? And happiness prefer me to a place, Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. [_Exit Arcite._ _Scæena_ [4]. _Enter Jailors Daughter alone._