[_Exit_ Theseus _and his train_. _Pal._ The glass is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire: think you but thus, That were there ought in me which strove to shew Mine enemy in this business, were't one eye Against another: Arm opprest by Arm: I would destroy th' offender, Coz. I would Though parcel of my self: then from this gather How I should tender you. _Arc._ I am in labour To push your name, your antient love, our kindred Out of my memory; and i' th' self-same place To seat something I would confound: so hoist we The sails, that must these vessels port, even where The heavenly Lymiter pleases. _Pal._ You speak well; Before I turn, let me embrace thee Cosin This I shall never do agen. _Arc._ One farewel. _Pal._ Why let it be so: Farewel Coz. [_Exeunt_ Palamon _and his Knights_. _Arc._ Farewel Sir; Knights, Kinsmen, Lovers, yea my Sacrifices True worshipers of _Mars_, whose spirit in you Expells the seeds of fear, and th' apprehension Which still is farther off it, goe with me Before the god of our profession: There Require of him the hearts of Lions, and The breath of Tygers, yea, the fierceness too, Yea, the speed also, to go on, I mean Else wish we to be snails: you know my prize Must be dragg'd out of bloud, force and great fea[te] Must put my Garland on, where she sticks The Queen of Flowers: our intercession then Must be to him that makes the Camp, a Cestron Brim'd with the b[l]ood of men: give me your aid And bend your spirits towards him. [_They kneel._ Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn'd Green _Neptune_ into purple. Comets prewarn, whose havock in vast Field Unearthed skulls proclaim, whose breath blows down, The teeming C[e]res foyzon, who dost pluck With hand armenipotent from [forth] blew clouds, The mason'd Turrets, that both mak'st and break'st The stony girths of Cities: me thy pupil, Youngest follower of thy Drum, instruct this day With military skill, that to thy laud I may advance my streamer, and by thee, Be stil'd the Lord o' th' day, give me great _Mars_ Some token of thy Pleasure. [_Here they fall on their faces as formerly,_ _and there is heard clanging of Armor,_ _with a short Thunder, as the burst of_ _a battel, whereupon they all rise, and_ _bow to the Altar._