_Daugh._ 'Tis a sweet one, And will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your Cosin _Arcite_? _Doct._ Yes Sweet heart, And I am glad my Cosin _Palamon_ Has made so fair a choice. _Daugh._ Do you think he'll have me? _Doct._ Yes without doubt. _Daugh._ Do you think so too? _Jail._ Yes. _Daugh._ We shall have many children: Lord, how y'are [growne] My _Palamon_ I hope will grow too finely Now he's at liberty: alas poor Chicken, He was kept down with hard Meat, and ill Lodging, But I'll kiss him up again. _Enter a Messenger._ _Mess._ What do you here? you'll lose the noblest sight, That e'er was see[ne]. _Jail._ Are they i'th' field? _Mess._ They are You bear a charge there too. _Jail._ I'll away straight I must ev'n leave you here. _Doct._ Nay, we'll goe with you, I will not loose the Fight. _Jail._ How did you like her? _Doct._ I'll warrant you within these three or four days I'll make her right again. You must not from her But still preserve her in this way. _Woo._ I will. _Doct._ Let's get her in. _Woo._ Come Sweet, we'll go to dinner And then we'll play at Cards. _Daugh._ And shall we kiss too? _Woo._ A hundred times. _Daugh._ And twenty. _Woo._ I, and twenty. _Daugh._ And then we'll sleep together. _Doct._ Take her offer. _Woo._ Yes marry will we. _Daugh._ But you shall not hurt me. _Woo._ I will not Sweet. _Daugh._ If you do (Love) I'll cry. [Florish _Exeunt_. _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Theseus, Hippolita, Emilia, Perithous: _and_ _some Attendants_, T. Tuck: Curtis. _Emil._ I'll no step further. _Per._ Will you loose this sight? _Emil._ I had rather see a Wren hawk at a Fly Than this decision; ev'ry blow that falls Threats a brave life, each stroke laments The place wheron it falls, and sounds more like A Bell, than Blade, I will stay here, It is enough, my hearing shall be punish'd, With what shall happen, 'gainst the which there is No deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eye With dread sights, it may shun. _Per._ Sir, my good Lord Your Sister will no further. _Thes._ Oh she must. She shall see deeds of Honor in their kind, Which sometime shew well pencill'd. Nature now Shall make, and act the Story, the belief Both seal'd with eye, and ear; you must be present, You are the victors meed, the price, and garland To crown the Questions Title. _Emil._ Pardon me, If I were there, I'd wink. _Thes._ You must be there; This trial is as 'twere i' th' night, and you The only Star to shine.