_Arc._ That's no matter, We'll argue that hereafter: Come take courage, You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drink: I know you're faint, then I'll talk further with you. _Pal. Arcite_, thou mightst now poyson me. _Arc._ I might. But I must fear you first: Sit down, and good now No more of these vain parlies; let us not Having our ancient reputation with us Make talk for Fools, and Cowards, To your health. &c. _Pal._ Doe. _Arc._ Pray sit dow[n] then, and let me entreat you By all the honesty and honor in you, No mention of this woman, 't will disturb us, We shall have time enough. _Pal._ Well Sir, I'll pledge you. _Arc._ Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good blood man. Doe not you feel it thaw you? _Pal._ Stay, I'll tell you after a draught or two more. _Arc._ Spare it not, the Duke has more Cuz: Eat now. _Pal._ Yes. _Arc._ [I am] glad you have so good a stomach. _Pal._ [I am] gladder I have so good meat to't. _Arc._ Is't not mad lodging here in the wild woods Cosen? _Pal._ Yes, for them that have wild Consciences. _Arc._ How tasts your victuals? your hunger needs no sawce I see. _Pal._ Not much. But if it did, yours is too tart: sweet Cosen: what is this? _Arc._ Venison. _Pal._ 'Tis a lusty meat: Give me more wine; here _Arcite_ to the wenches We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter. Doe you remember her? _Arc._ After you Cuz. _Pal._ She lov'd a black-hair'd man. _Arc._ She did so; well Sir. _Pal._ And I have heard some call him _Arcite_; an. _Arc._ Out with't faith. _Pal._ She met him in an Arbor: What did she there Cuz? play o'the virginals? _Arc._ Something she did Sir. _Pal._ Made her groan a Month for't; or 2. or 3. or 10. _Arc._ The Marshals Sister, Had her share too, as I remember Cosen, Else there be tales abroad, you'll pledge her? _Pal._ Yes. _Arc._ A pretty brown wench 'tis: There was a time When young men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho. _Pal._ For _Emily_, upon my life, fool A way with this strain'd mirth; I say again That sigh was breath'd for _Emily_; base Cosen, Dar'st thou break first? _Arc._ You are wide. _Pal._ By heaven and earth, there's nothing in thee honest. _Arc._ Then I'll leave you: you are a Beast now: _Pal._ As thou mak'st me, Traytor. _Arc._ There's all things needfull, files and shirts, and perfumes. I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring That that shall quiet all. _Pal._ A Sword and Armor. _Arc._ Fear me not; you are now too fowl; farewell. Get off your Trinkets, you shall want nought. _Pal._ Sir ha: _Arc._ I'll here no more. [_Exit._