The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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       PALAMON.

       Yes.

       ARCITE.

       I am glad you have so good a stomach.

       PALAMON.

       I am gladder I have so good meate too’t.

       ARCITE.

       Is’t not mad lodging here in the wild woods, Cosen?

       PALAMON.

       Yes, for them that have wilde Consciences.

       ARCITE.

       How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce, I see.

       PALAMON.

       Not much;

       But if it did, yours is too tart, sweete Cosen: what is this?

       ARCITE.

       Venison.

       PALAMON.

       Tis a lusty meate:

       Giue me more wine; here, Arcite, to the wenches

       We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter,

       Doe you remember her?

       ARCITE.

       After you, Cuz.

       PALAMON.

       She lov’d a black-haird 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, Cuz? play o’th virginals?

       ARCITE.

       Something she did, Sir.

       PALAMON.

       Made her groane a moneth for’t, or 2. or 3. or 10.

       ARCITE.

       The Marshals Sister

       Had her share too, as I remember, Cosen,

       Else there be tales abroade; you’l pledge her?

       PALAMON.

       Yes.

       ARCITE.

       A pretty broune wench t’is. There was a time

       When yong men went a hunting, and a wood,

       And a broade Beech: and thereby hangs a tale:—heigh ho!

       PALAMON.

       For Emily, upon my life! Foole,

       Away with this straind mirth; I say againe,

       That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen,

       Dar’st thou breake first?

       ARCITE.

       You are wide.

       PALAMON.

       By heaven and earth, ther’s nothing in thee honest.

       ARCITE.

       Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now.

       PALAMON.

       As thou makst me, Traytour.

       ARCITE.

       Ther’s all things needfull, files and shirts, and perfumes:

       Ile come againe some two howres hence, and bring

       That that shall quiet all,

       PALAMON.

       A Sword and Armour?

       ARCITE.

       Feare me not; you are now too fowle; farewell.

       Get off your Trinkets; you shall want nought.

       PALAMON.

       Sir, ha—

       ARCITE.

       Ile heare no more. [Exit.]

       PALAMON.

       If he keepe touch, he dies for’t. [Exit.]

      Scaena 4. (Another part of the forest.)

       [Enter Iaylors daughter.]

       DAUGHTER.

       I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too,

       The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets:

       The Sun has seene my Folly. Palamon!

       Alas no; hees in heaven. Where am I now?

       Yonder’s the sea, and ther’s a Ship; how’t tumbles!

       And ther’s a Rocke lies watching under water;

       Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now,

       Ther’s a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry!

       Spoon her before the winde, you’l loose all els:

       Vp with a course or two, and take about, Boyes.

       Good night, good night, y’ar gone.—I am very hungry.

       Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me

       Newes from all parts o’th world, then would I make

       A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle

       By east and North East to the King of Pigmes,

       For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father,

       Twenty to one, is trust up in a trice

       To morrow morning; Ile say never a word.

       [Sing.]

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