PALAMON. I am gladder I have so good meat to ’t. ARCITE. Is’t not mad lodging, Here in the wild woods, cousin? PALAMON. Yes, for them That have wild consciences. ARCITE. How tastes your victuals? Your hunger needs no sauce, I see. PALAMON. Not much. But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin. What is this? ARCITE. Venison. PALAMON. ’Tis a lusty meat. Give me more wine. Here, Arcite, to the wenches We have known in our days! The Lord Steward’s daughter, Do you remember her? ARCITE. After you, coz. PALAMON. She loved a black-haired man. ARCITE. She did so; well, sir? PALAMON. And I have heard some call him Arcite, and— ARCITE. Out with’t, faith. PALAMON. She met him in an arbour. What did she there, coz? Play o’ th’ virginals? ARCITE. Something she did, sir. PALAMON. Made her groan a month for ’t, Or two, or three, or ten. ARCITE. The Marshal’s sister Had her share too, as I remember, cousin, Else there be tales abroad. You’ll pledge her? PALAMON. Yes. ARCITE. A pretty brown wench ’tis. There was a time When young men went a-hunting, and a wood, And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale. Heigh ho! PALAMON. For Emily, upon my life! Fool, Away with this strained mirth! I say again That sigh was breathed for Emily. Base cousin, Dar’st thou break first? ARCITE. You are wide. PALAMON. By heaven and earth, There’s nothing in thee honest. ARCITE. Then I’ll leave you. You are a beast now. PALAMON. As thou mak’st me, traitor. ARCITE. There’s all things needful: files and shirts and perfumes. I’ll come again some two hours hence, and bring That that shall quiet all. PALAMON. A sword and armour? ARCITE. Fear me not. You are now too foul. Farewell. Get off your trinkets; you shall want naught. PALAMON. Sirrah— ARCITE. I’ll hear no more. [_Exit._] PALAMON. If he keep touch, he dies for ’t. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Another part of the forest Enter Jailer’s Daughter. DAUGHTER. I am very cold, and all the stars are out too, The little stars and all, that look like aglets. The sun has seen my folly. Palamon! Alas, no; he’s in heaven. Where am I now? Yonder’s the sea, and there’s a ship; how ’t tumbles! And there’s a rock lies watching under water; Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now, There’s a leak sprung, a sound one! How they cry! Run her before the wind, you’ll lose all else. Up with a course or two, and tack about, boys! Good night, good night; you’re gone. I am very hungry. Would I could find a fine frog; he would tell me News from all parts o’ th’ world; then would I make A carrack of a cockle shell, and sail By east and north-east to the king of pygmies, For he tells fortunes rarely. Now my father, Twenty to one, is trussed up in a trice Tomorrow morning. I’ll say never a word. [_Sings._]