_Pal._ You had indeed A bright Bay I remember. _Arc._ Yes but all Was vainly labour'd in me, you out-went me, Nor could my wishes reach you; Yet a little I did by imitation. _Pal._ More by virtue, Yo[u] are modest Cosen. _Arc._ When I saw you charge first, Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder Break from the Troop. _Pal._ But still before that flew The lightning of your valour: Stay a litt[l]e, Is not this peece too streight? _Arc._ No, no, 'tis well. _Pal._ I would have nothing hurt thee but my Sword, A bruise would be dishonor. _Arc._ Now I'm perfect. _Pal._ Stand off then. _Arc._ Take my Sword, I hold it better. _Pal._ I thank ye: No, keep it, your life lyes on it, Here's one, if it but hold, I aske no more, For all my hopes: My Cause and honor guard me. [_They bow severall wayes: then advance and stand._ _Arc._ And me my love: Is there ought else to say? _Pal._ This only, and no more: Thou art mine Aunts Son. And that blood we desire to shed is mutuall. In me, thine, and in thee, mine: My Sword Is in my hand, and if thou killst me The gods, and I forgive thee; If there be A place prepar'd for those that sleep in honor, I wish his wearie soul, that falls may win it: Fight bravely Cosen, give me thy noble hand. _Arc._ Here _Palamon_: This hand shall never more Come near thee with such friendship. _Pal._ I commend thee. _Arc._ If I fall, curse me, and say I was a coward, For none but such, dare die in these just Tryalls. Once more farewell my Cosen. _Pal._ Farewell _Arcite_. [_Fight._ [_Horns within: they stand._ _Arc._ Loe Cosen, loe, our Folly has undone us. _Pal._ Why? _Arc._ This is the Duke, a hunting as I told you, If we be found, we're wretched, O retire For honors sake, and safely presently Into your Bush agen; Sir we shall find Too many hours to dye in, gentle Cosen: If you be seen you perish instantly For breaking prison, and I, if you reveal me, For my contempt; Then all the world will scorn us, And say we had a noble difference, But base disposers of it. _Pal._ No, no, Cosen I will no more be hidden, nor put off This great adventure to a second Tryall I know your cunning, and I know your cause, He that faints now, shame take him, put thy self Upon thy present guard. _Arc._ You are not mad? _Pal._ Or I will make th'advantage of this hour Mine own, and what to come shall threaten me, I fear less then my fortune: Know weak Cosen I love _Emilia_, and in that I'll bury Thee, and all crosses else. _Arc._ Then come, what can come Thou shalt know _Palamon_, I dare as well Die, as discourse, or sleep: Only this fears me, The law will have the honor of our ends, Have at thy life.