_Daughter._ Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore, He is at liberty: I have ventur'd for him: And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar, Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane Fast by a Brook, and there he shall keep close, Till I provide him Fyles, and food; for yet His yron bracelets are not off. O Love What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father Durst better have indur'd cold iron, than done it: I love him beyond love, and beyond reason, Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it I care not, I am desperate: If the Law Find me, and then condemne me for't; Some wenches, Some honest hearted Maids, will sing my Dirge. And tell to memory, my death was noble, Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes, I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot Be so unmanly, as to leave me here, If he doe, Maids will not so easily Trust men again: And yet he has not thank'd me For what I have done: no not so much as kist me, And that (me thinks) is not so well; Nor scarcely Could I persuade him to become a Freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him: Let him doe What he will with me, so he use me kindly, For use me so he shall, or I'll proclaim him, And to his face, no man: I'll presently Provide him necessaries, and pack my cloaths up, And where there is a path of ground I'll venture So he be with me; By him, like a shadow I'll ever dwell; Within this hour the whoobub Will be all o'er the prison: [I am] then Kissing the man they look for: Farewell Father, Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters, And shortly you may keep your self. Now to him: [_Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hollowing as people a Maying._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Arcite alone._