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PIRITHOUS

Mark how his virtue, like a hidden sun,
Breaks through his baser garments.

HIPPOLYTA
He’s well got, sure.

THESEUS
What made you seek this place, sir?

ARCITE
Noble Theseus, [25]

To purchase name, and do my ablest service
To such a well-found wonder as thy worth;
For only in thy court, of all the world,
Dwells fair-eyed honour.

PIRITHOUS
All his words are worthy.

THESEUS

Sir, we are much indebted to your travel, [30]
Nor shall you lose your wish; Pirithous,
Dispose of this fair gentleman.

PIRITHOUS
Thanks, Theseus.

[to Arcite]
Whate’er you are you’re mine, and I shall give you
To a most noble service, to this lady,
This bright young virgin; pray observe her goodness. [35]
You have honoured her fair birthday with your virtues,

And as your due, you’re hers; kiss her fair hand, sir.

ARCITE
Sir, you’re a noble giver. [To Emilia] Dearest beauty,
Thus let me seal my vowed faith.