Page 1375 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

If we be found, we are wretchèd. O, retire
For honour’s sake, and safety, presently [110]
Into your bush again, sir; we shall find
Too many hours to die in. Gentle cousin,

If you be seen you perish instantly
For breaking prison, and I, if you reveal me,
For my contempt; then all the world will scorn us, [115]
And say we had a noble difference,

But base disposers of it.

PALAMON
No, no, cousin,
I will no more be hidden, nor put off
This great adventure to a second trial.
I know your cunning, and I know your cause; [120]

He that faints now, shame take him! Put thyself
Upon thy present guard.

ARCITE
You are not mad?

PALAMON
Or I will make th’advantage of this hour

Mine own, and what to come shall threaten me
I fear less than my fortune. Know, weak cousin, [125]
I love Emilia, and in that I’ll bury
Thee, and all crosses else.

ARCITE
Then come what can come,

Thou shalt know, Palamon, I dare as well
Die as discourse or sleep; only this fears me,
The law will have the honour of our ends. [130]
Have at thy life!

PALAMON

Look to thine own well, Arcite.