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But this one word.
You are going now to gaze upon my mistress −
For note you, mine she is −

ARCITE
Nay, then −

PALAMON
Nay, pray you.

You talk of feeding me to breed me strength;
You are going now to look upon a sun [120]
That strengthens what it looks on; there you have
A vantage o’er me, but enjoy it till

I may enforce my remedy. Farewell.
Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Gaoler’s Daughter alone.

DAUGHTER

He has mistook the brake I meant, is gone
After his fancy. ’Tis now wellnigh morning.
No matter; would it were perpetual night,
And darkness lord o’th’world. Hark; ’tis a wolf!

In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thing [5]
I care for nothing, and that’s Palamon.
I reck not if the wolves would jaw me, so
He had this file; what if I hallowed for him?

I cannot hallow; if I whooped, what then?
If he not answered, I should call a wolf, [10]
And do him but that service. I have heard
Strange howls this livelong night; why may’t not be

They have made prey of him? He has no weapons;
He cannot run; the jingling of his gyves
Might call fell things to listen, who have in them [15]
A sense to know a man unarmed, and can