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That that shall quiet all.

PALAMON
A sword and armour! [50]

ARCITE
Fear me not. You are now too foul; farewell.
Get off your trinkets; you shall want naught.

PALAMON
Sirrah −

ARCITE
I’ll hear no more.

Exit.

PALAMON
If he keep touch, he dies for’t.
Exit.

Scene IV IT

Enter Gaoler’s Daughter.

DAUGHTER

I am very cold, and all the stars are out too,
The little stars and all, that look like aglets.
The sun has seen my folly. Palamon!

Alas, no; he’s in heaven. Where am I now?
Yonder’s the sea, and there’s a ship; how’t tumbles! [5]
And there’s a rock lies watching under water;
Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now,
There’s a leak sprung, a sound one; how they cry!

Spoon her before the wind, you’ll lose all else;
Up with a course or two, and tack about, boys. [10]
Good night, good night, you’re gone. I am very hungry.

Would I could find a fine frog; he would tell me