_Doct._ That intemperate surfet of her eye, hath distemper'd the Other sences, they may return and settle again to Execute their preordained faculties, but they are Now in a most extravagant vagary. This you Must doe, confine her to a place, where the light May rather seem to steal in, than be permitted; take Upon you (young Sir, her friend) the name of _Palamon_; say you come to eat with her, and to Commune of Love; this will catch her attention, for This her mind beats upon; other objects that are Inserted 'tween her mind and eye, become the pranks And friskins of her madness; sing to her such green Songs of Love, as she says _Palamon_ hath sung in Prison; Come to her, stuck in as sweet Flowers as the Season is mistriss of, and thereto make an addition of Some other compounded odors, which are grateful to the Sense: all this shall become _Palamon_, for _Palamon_ can Sing, and _Palamon_ is sweet, and ev'ry good thing, desire To eat with her, carve her, drink to her, and still Among, intermingle your petition of grace and acceptance Into her favour: learn what Maids have been her Companions, and Play-pheers; and let them repair to Her with _Palamon_ in their mouths, and appear with Tokens, as if they suggested for him, it is a falshood She is in, which is with falshoods to be combated. This may bring her to eat, to sleep, and reduce what's Now out of square in her, into their former Law, and Regiment; I have seen it approved, how many times I know not, but to make the number more, I have Great hope in this. I will between the passages of This project, come in with my applyance: Let us Put it in execution; and hasten the success, which doubt not Will bring forth comfort. [Florish. _Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Thesius, Perithous, Hippolita, _Attendants_. _Thes._ Now let 'em enter, and before the gods Tender their holy Prayers: Let the Temples Burn bright with sacred fires, and the Altars In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense To those above us: Let no due be wanting, [_Florish of Cornets._ They have a noble work in hand, will honor The very powers that love 'em. _Enter_ Palamon _and_ Arcite, _and their Knights_. _Per._ Sir, they enter. _Thes._ You valiant and strong-hearted enemies You royal German foes, that this day come To blow that nearness out, that flames between ye; Lay by your anger for an hour, and Dove-like Before the holy Altars of your helpers (The all-fear'd gods) bow down your stubborn bodies, Your Ire is more than mortal; So your help be, And as the gods regard ye, fight with Justice, I'll leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. _Per._ Honor crown the worthiest.