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THESEUS
Your father
Sure is a happy sire, then. What proves you?
ARCITE
A little of all noble qualities; [10]
I could have kept a hawk, and well have hallowed
To a deep cry of dogs; I dare not praise
My feat in horsemanship, yet they that knew me
Would say it was my best piece; last, and greatest,
I would be thought a soldier.
THESEUS
You are perfect. [15]
PIRITHOUS
Upon my soul, a proper man.
EMILIA
He is so.
PIRITHOUS
How do you like him, lady?
HIPPOLYTA
I admire him;
I have not seen so young a man so noble −
If he say true − of his sort.
EMILIA
Believe
His mother was a wondrous handsome woman; [20]
His face methinks goes that way.
HIPPOLYTA
But his body
And fiery mind illustrate a brave father.
