[Enter Keeper.] And then I am sure she would love me. How now, keeper. Wher’s Arcite? KEEPER. Banishd: Prince Pirithous Obtained his liberty; but never more Vpon his oth and life must he set foote Vpon this Kingdome. PALAMON. Hees a blessed man! He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes The bold yong men, that, when he bids ’em charge, Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune, If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover, Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her; And if he lose her then, he’s a cold Coward; How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her If he be noble Arcite—thousand waies. Were I at liberty, I would doe things Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady, This blushing virgine, should take manhood to her And seeke to ravish me. KEEPER. My Lord for you I have this charge too— PALAMON. To discharge my life? KEEPER. No, but from this place to remoove your Lordship: The windowes are too open. PALAMON. Devils take ’em, That are so envious to me! pre’thee kill me. KEEPER. And hang for’t afterward. PALAMON. By this good light, Had I a sword I would kill thee. KEEPER. Why, my Lord? PALAMON. Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually Thou art not worthy life. I will not goe. KEEPER. Indeede, you must, my Lord. PALAMON. May I see the garden? KEEPER. Noe. PALAMON. Then I am resolud, I will not goe. KEEPER. I must constraine you then: and for you are dangerous, Ile clap more yrons on you. PALAMON. Doe, good keeper. Ile shake ’em so, ye shall not sleepe; Ile make ye a new Morrisse: must I goe? KEEPER. There is no remedy. PALAMON. Farewell, kinde window. May rude winde never hurt thee. O, my Lady, If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was, Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me. [Exeunt Palamon, and Keeper.] Scaena 3. (The country near Athens.) [Enter Arcite.] ARCITE. Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit, A mercy I must thanke ’em for, but banishd The free enjoying of that face I die for, Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance That, were I old and wicked, all my sins Could never plucke upon me. Palamon, Thou ha’st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window, And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty, That nature nev’r exceeded, nor nev’r shall: Good gods! what happines has Palamon! Twenty to one, hee’le come to speake to her, And if she be as gentle as she’s faire, I know she’s his; he has a Tongue will tame Tempests, and make the wild Rockes wanton. Come what can come, The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome. I know mine owne is but a heape of ruins, And no redresse there; if I goe, he has her. I am resolu’d an other shape shall make me, Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy: Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more. [Enter 4. Country people, & one with a garlond before them.] 1. COUNTREYMAN My Masters, ile be there, that’s certaine 2. COUNTREYMAN And Ile be there.