_Emil._ Run and enquire, poor Servant thou hast lost, Upon my right side still I wore thy Picture, _Palamon_'s on the left, why so I know not, I had no end in't; else chance would have it so. [_Another cry and shout within, and Cornets._ On the sinister side the heart lies; _Palamon_ Had the best boding chance: this burst of clamor Is sure th' end o'th' combat. _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ They said that _Palamon_ had _Arcites_ body Within an inch o'th' Pyramid, that the cry Was general a _Palamon_: but anon, Th' Assistants made a brave redemption, and The two bold Tytlers, at this instant are Hand to hand at it. _Emil._ Were they metamorphos'd Both into one; oh why? there were no woman Worth so compos'd a man: their single share, [Their noblenes peculier to them, gives] The prejudice of disparity values shortness [_Cornets. Cry within_, Arcite, Arcite. To any Lady breathing--More exulting? _Palamon_ still? _Ser._ Nay, now the sound is _Arcite_. _Emil._ I prethee lay attention to the Cry. [_Cornets. A great shout, and cry_, Arcite, _victory_. Set both thine ears to th' business. _Ser._ The cry is _Arcite_, and victory, hark _Arcite_, victory, The Combats consummation is proclaim'd By the wind Instruments. _Emil._ Half sights saw That _Arcite_ was no babe, god's lyd, his richness And costliness of spirit lookt through him; it could No more be hid in him, than fire in flax, Than humble banks can go to law with waters, That drift winds, force to raging: I did think Good _Palamon_ would miscarry, yet I knew not Why I did think so; Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are: they are coming off: Alas poor _Palamon_. [_Cornets._ _Enter_ Theseus, Hippolita, Perithous, Arcite _as_ _Victor and Attendants_, &c. _Thes._ Lo, where our Sister is in expectation, Yet quaking, and unsetled: fairest _Emilia_, The gods by their Divine arbitrament Have given you this Knight, he is a good one As ever struck at head: Give me your hands; Receive you her, you him, be plighted with A love that grows, as you decay. _Arcite. Emily._ To buy you I have lost what's dearest to me, Save what is bought, and yet I purchase cheaply, As I do rate your value.