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Where’s
The pilot?
FIRST FRIEND
Here.
DAUGHTER
What kennest thou?
SECOND FRIEND
A fair wood. [150]
DAUGHTER
Bear for it, master; tack about!
[She sings]
When Cynthia with her borrowed light, etc.
Exeunt.
Scene II IT
Enter Emilia alone, with two pictures.
EMILIA
Yet I may bind those wounds up, that must open
And bleed to death for my sake else; I’ll choose,
And end their strife. Two such young handsome men
Shall never fall for me; their weeping mothers,
Following the dead cold ashes of their sons, [5]
Shall never curse my cruelty. Good heaven,
What a sweet face has Arcite! If wise Nature
With all her best endowments, all those beauties
She sows into the births of noble bodies,
Were here a mortal woman, and had in her [10]
The coy denials of young maids, yet doubtless
She would run mad for this man. What an eye,
Of what a fiery sparkle and quick sweetness,
Has this young prince! Here love himself sits smiling.
