_Pal._ Ev'n he that led you to this Banquet, shall Taste to you all: ah ha my Friend, my Friend, Your gentle daughter gave me freedom once; You'll see't done now for ever: pray how does she? I heard she was not well; her kind of ill Gave me some sorrow. _Jail._ Sir, she's well restor'd, And to be married shortly. _Pal._ By my short life I am most glad on't; 'tis the latest thing I shall be glad of, prethee tell her so: Commend me to her, and to piece her portion Tender her this. _1 K._ Nay, let's be offerers all. _2 K._ Is it a maid? _Pal._ Verily I think so, A right good creature, more to me deserving Than I can quight or speak of. _All K._ Commend us to her. [_They give their purses._ _Jail._ The gods requite you all, And make her thankful. _Pal._ Adieu; and let my life be now as short, As my leave taking. [_Lies on the Block._ _1 K._ Lead courageous Cosin. _1, 2 K._ We'll follow cheerfully. [_A great noise within, crying, run, save, hold._ _Enter in haste a Messenger._ _Mess._ Hold, hold, oh hold, hold, hold. _Enter_ Pirithous _in haste_. _Pir._. Hold, hoa: It is a cursed haste you made If you have done so quickly: noble _Palamon_, The gods will shew their glory in a life That thou art yet to lead. _Pal._ Can that be, When _Venus_ I have said is false? How do things fare? _Pir._ Arise great Sir, and give the tidings ear That are most early sweet, and bitter. _Pal._ What Hath wak't us from our dream?