Page 1357 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

ARCITE

The marshal’s sister
Had her share too, as I remember, cousin,
Else there be tales abroad; you’ll pledge her?

PALAMON
Yes.

ARCITE

A pretty brown wench ’tis. There was a time
When young men went a-hunting − and a wood, [40]
And a broad beech − and thereby hangs a tale −
Heigh ho!

PALAMON
For Emily, upon my life! Fool,

Away with this strained mirth; I say again,
That sigh was breathed for Emily. Base cousin,
Darest thou break first?

ARCITE
You are wide.

PALAMON
By heaven and earth, [45]

There’s nothing in thee honest.

ARCITE
Then I’ll leave you;
You are a beast now.

PALAMON
As thou makest me, traitor.

ARCITE
There’s all things needful; files, and shirts, and perfumes.
I’ll come again some two hours hence, and bring