Act II - Act II, Scene 1
Scaena 1. (Athens. A garden, with a prison in the background.)
[Enter Iailor, and Wooer.]
I may depart with little, while I live; some thing I may cast to
you, not much: Alas, the Prison I keepe, though it be for great
ones, yet they seldome come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a
number of Minnowes. I am given out to be better lyn'd then it
can appeare to me report is a true Speaker: I would I were really
that I am deliverd to be. Marry, what I have (be it what it
I will assure upon my daughter at the day of my death.
Sir, I demaund no more then your owne offer, and I will estate
Daughter in what I have promised.
Wel, we will talke more of this, when the solemnity is past. But
have you a full promise of her? When that shall be seene, I
I have Sir; here shee comes.
Your Friend and I have chanced to name you here, upon the old
busines: But no more of that now; so soone as the Court hurry
is over, we will have an end of it: I'th meane time looke
tenderly to the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes.
These strewings are for their Chamber; tis pitty they are in
and twer pitty they should be out: I doe thinke they have
to make any adversity asham'd; the prison it selfe is proud of
and they have all the world in their Chamber.
They are fam'd to be a paire of absolute men.
By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em; they stand a greise
above the reach of report.
I heard them reported in the Battaile to be the only doers.
Nay, most likely, for they are noble suffrers; I mervaile how
would have lookd had they beene Victors, that with such a
Nobility enforce a freedome out of Bondage, making misery their
and affliction a toy to jest at.
Doe they so?
It seemes to me they have no more sence of their Captivity, then
of ruling Athens: they eate well, looke merrily, discourse of
things, but nothing of their owne restraint, and disasters: yet
sometime a devided sigh, martyrd as 'twer i'th deliverance, will
breake from one of them; when the other presently gives it so
a rebuke, that I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid, or at
least a Sigher to be comforted.
I never saw 'em.
The Duke himselfe came privately in the night,
[Enter Palamon, and Arcite, above.]
and so did they: what the reason of it is, I know not: Looke,
they are! that's Arcite lookes out.
No, Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the lower of the twaine;
may perceive a part of him.
Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not make us their
out of their sight.
It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the diffrence of men!