Doe not you know me?
DAUGHTER.
Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothing But this pore petticoate, and too corse Smockes.
WOOER.
That's all one; I will have you.
DAUGHTER.
Will you surely?
WOOER.
Yes, by this faire hand, will I.
DAUGHTER.
Wee'l to bed, then.
WOOER.
Ev'n when you will. [Kisses her.]
DAUGHTER.
O Sir, you would faine be nibling.
WOOER.
Why doe you rub my kisse off?
DAUGHTER.
Tis a sweet one, And will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your Cosen Arcite?
DOCTOR.
Yes, sweet heart, And I am glad my Cosen Palamon Has made so faire a choice.
DAUGHTER.
Doe you thinke hee'l have me?
DOCTOR.
Yes, without doubt.
DAUGHTER.
Doe you thinke so too?
IAILOR.
Yes.
DAUGHTER.
We shall have many children:--Lord, how y'ar growne! My Palamon, I hope, will grow, too, finely, Now he's at liberty: Alas, poore Chicken, He was kept downe with hard meate and ill lodging, But ile kisse him up againe.
[Emter a Messenger.]
MESSENGER.
What doe you here? you'l loose the noblest sight That ev'r was seene.
IAILOR.
Are they i'th Field?
MESSENGER.
They are. You beare a charge there too.
IAILOR.
Ile away straight. I must ev'n leave you here.
DOCTOR.
Nay, wee'l goe with you; I will not loose the Fight.
IAILOR.
How did you like her?
DOCTOR.
Ile warrant you, within these 3. or 4. daies Ile make her right againe. You must not from her, But still preserve her in this way.
WOOER.
I will.
DOCTOR.
Lets get her in.
WOOER.
Come, sweete, wee'l goe to dinner; And then weele play at Cardes.
DAUGHTER.
And shall we kisse too?
WOOER.
A hundred times.
DAUGHTER.
And twenty.
WOOER.
I, and twenty.
DAUGHTER.
And then wee'l sleepe together.
DOCTOR.
Take her offer.
WOOER.
Yes, marry, will we.
DAUGHTER.
But you shall not hurt me.
WOOER.
I will not, sweete.
DAUGHTER.
If you doe, Love, ile cry. [Florish. Exeunt]
Scaena 3. (A Place near the Lists.)
[Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Emilia, Perithous: and some Attendants, (T. Tucke: Curtis.)]
EMILIA.
Ile no step further.
PERITHOUS.
Will you loose this sight?
EMILIA.
I had rather see a wren hawke at a fly Then this decision; ev'ry blow that falls Threats a brave life, each stroake laments The place whereon it fals, and sounds more like A Bell then blade: I will stay here; It is enough my hearing shall be punishd With what shall happen--gainst the which there is No deaffing, but to heare--not taint mine eye With dread sights, it may shun.
PERITHOUS.
Sir, my good Lord, Your Sister will no further.
THESEUS.
Oh, she must. She shall see deeds of honour in their kinde, Which sometime show well, pencild. Nature now Shall make and act the Story, the beleife Both seald with eye and eare; you must be present, You are the victours meede, the price, and garlond To crowne the Questions title.
EMILIA.
Pardon me; If I were there, I'ld winke.
THESEUS.
You must be there; This Tryall is as t'wer i'th night, and you The onely star to shine.
EMILIA.
I am extinct; There is but envy in that light, which showes The one the other: darkenes, which ever was The dam of horrour, who do's stand accurst Of many mortall Millions, may even now, By casting her blacke mantle over both, That neither coulde finde other, get her selfe Some part of a good name, and many a murther Set off wherto she's guilty.
HIPPOLITA.
You must goe.
EMILIA.
In faith, I will not.
THESEUS.
Why, the knights must kindle Their valour at your eye: know, of this war You are the Treasure, and must needes be by To give the Service pay.
EMILIA.
Sir, pardon me; The tytle of a kingdome may be tride Out of it selfe.
THESEUS.
Well, well, then, at your pleasure; Those that remaine with you could wish their office To any of their Enemies.
HIPPOLITA.
Farewell, Sister; I am like to know your husband fore your selfe By some small start of time: he whom the gods Doe of the two know best, I pray them he Be made your Lot.