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I, doe but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her

       Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench.

       Doe we all hold against the Maying?

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Hold? what should aile us?

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Arcas will be there.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       And Sennois.

       And Rycas, and 3. better lads nev’r dancd

       Under green Tree. And yee know what wenches: ha?

       But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster,

       Keep touch, doe you thinke? for he do’s all, ye know.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Hee’l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the matter’s too farre driven betweene him and the Tanners daughter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must daunce too.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Shall we be lusty?

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i’th breech on’s, and heere ile be and there ile be, for our Towne, and here againe, and there againe: ha, Boyes, heigh for the weavers.

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       This must be done i’th woods.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       O, pardon me.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       By any meanes, our thing of learning saies so:

       Where he himselfe will edifie the Duke

       Most parlously in our behalfes: hees excellent i’th woods;

       Bring him to’th plaines, his learning makes no cry.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Weele see the sports, then; every man to’s Tackle:

       And, Sweete Companions, lets rehearse by any meanes,

       Before the Ladies see us, and doe sweetly,

       And God knows what May come on’t.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Content; the sports once ended, wee’l performe.

       Away, Boyes and hold.

       ARCITE.

       By your leaves, honest friends: pray you, whither goe you?

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Whither? why, what a question’s that?

       ARCITE.

       Yes, tis a question, to me that know not.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       To the Games, my Friend.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       Where were you bred, you know it not?

       ARCITE.

       Not farre, Sir,

       Are there such Games to day?

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       Yes, marry, are there:

       And such as you neuer saw; The Duke himselfe

       Will be in person there.

       ARCITE.

       What pastimes are they?

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       Wrastling, and Running.—Tis a pretty Fellow.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Thou wilt not goe along?

       ARCITE.

       Not yet, Sir.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Well, Sir,

       Take your owne time: come, Boyes.

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       My minde misgives me;

       This fellow has a veng’ance tricke o’th hip:

       Marke how his Bodi’s made for’t

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       Ile be hangd, though,

       If he dare venture; hang him, plumb porredge,

       He wrastle? he rost eggs! Come, lets be gon, Lads. [Exeunt.]

       ARCITE.

       This is an offerd oportunity

       I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled,

       The best men calld it excellent, and run—

       Swifter the winde upon a feild of Corne

       (Curling the wealthy eares) never flew: Ile venture,

       And in some poore disguize be there; who knowes

       Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands?

       And happines preferre me to a place,

       Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. [Exit Arcite.]

      Scaena 4. (Athens. A room in the prison.)

       [Enter Iailors Daughter alone.]

       DAUGHTER.

       Why should I love this Gentleman? Tis odds

       He never will affect me; I am base,

       My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison,

       And he a prince: To marry him is hopelesse;

       To be his whore is witles. Out upon’t,

       What pushes are we wenches driven to,

       When fifteene once has found us! First, I saw him;

       I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man;

       He has as much to please a woman in him,

       (If he please to bestow it so) as ever

       These eyes yet lookt on. Next, I pittied him,

       And so would any young wench, o’ my Conscience,

       That ever dream’d, or vow’d her Maydenhead

       To a yong hansom Man; Then I lov’d him,

       Extreamely lov’d him, infinitely lov’d him;

       And yet he had a Cosen, faire as he too.

       But in my heart was Palamon, and there,

       Lord, what a coyle he keepes! To heare him

       Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is!

       And yet his Songs are sad ones. Fairer spoken

       Was never Gentleman. When I come in

       To bring him water in a morning, first

       He bowes his noble body, then salutes me, thus:

       ‘Faire, gentle Mayde, good morrow; may thy goodnes

       Get thee a happy husband.’ Once he kist me.

       I lov’d my lips the better ten daies after.

       Would he would doe so ev’ry day! He greives much,

       And me as much to see his misery.

       What should I doe, to make him know I love him?

       For I would faine enjoy him. Say I ventur’d

       To set him free? what saies the law then? Thus much

       For Law, or kindred! I will doe it,

       And this night, or to morrow, he shall love me. [Exit.]

      Scaena 5. (An open place in Athens.) [Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Pirithous, Emilia: Arcite with a

      Garland, &c.]

       [This short florish of Cornets and Showtes within.]

       THESEUS.

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