Page 1356 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.
What is this?

ARCITE
Venison.

PALAMON
’Tis a lusty meat;
Give me more wine. Here, Arcite, to the wenches

We have known in our days! The lord steward’s daughter −
Do you remember her?

ARCITE
After you, coz. [30]

PALAMON
She loved a black-haired man.

ARCITE
She did so; well, sir?

PALAMON
And I have heard some call him Arcite, and −

ARCITE

Out with’t, faith.

PALAMON

She met him in an arbour.
What did she there, coz? Play o’th’virginals?

ARCITE
Something she did, sir.

PALAMON
Made her groan a month for’t − [35]
Or two, or three, or ten.