THESEUS. Now let’em enter, and before the gods Tender their holy prayers: Let the Temples Burne bright with sacred fires, and the Altars In hallowed clouds commend their swelling Incense To those above us: Let no due be wanting; [Florish of Cornets.] They have a noble worke in hand, will honour The very powers that love ’em. [Enter Palamon and Arcite, and their Knights.] PERITHOUS. Sir, they enter. THESEUS. You valiant and strong harted Enemies, You royall German foes, that this day come To blow that furnesse out that flames betweene ye: Lay by your anger for an houre, and dove-like, Before the holy Altars of your helpers, (The all feard gods) bow downe your stubborne bodies. Your ire is more than mortall; So your helpe be, And as the gods regard ye, fight with Iustice; Ile leave you to your prayers, and betwixt ye I part my wishes. PERITHOUS. Honour crowne the worthiest. [Exit Theseus, and his traine.] PALAMON. The glasse is running now that cannot finish Till one of us expire: Thinke you but thus, That were there ought in me which strove to show Mine enemy in this businesse, wer’t one eye Against another, Arme opprest by Arme, I would destroy th’offender, Coz, I would, Though parcell of my selfe: Then from this gather How I should tender you. ARCITE. I am in labour To push your name, your auncient love, our kindred Out of my memory; and i’th selfe same place To seate something I would confound: So hoyst we The sayles, that must these vessells port even where The heavenly Lymiter pleases. PALAMON. You speake well; Before I turne, Let me embrace thee, Cosen: This I shall never doe agen. ARCITE. One farewell. PALAMON. Why, let it be so: Farewell, Coz. [Exeunt Palamon and his Knights.]