Two Noble Kinsmen
Act 3, Scene 3
Another part of the forest near Athens.
- Enter Arcite with meat, wine, and files.
- I should be near the place. Ho, cousin Palamon!
- Enter Palamon.
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- The same. I have brought you food and files.
- Come forth and fear not, here’s no Theseus.
- Nor none so honest, Arcite.
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- That’s no matter,
- We’ll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage,
- You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink—
- I know you are faint—then I’ll talk further with you.
- Arcite, thou mightst now poison me.
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- I might;
- But I must fear you first. Sit down, and good now
- No more of these vain parleys; let us not,
- Having our ancient reputation with us,
- Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health, etc.
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- Pray sit down then, and let me entreat you
- By all the honesty and honor in you,
- No mention of this woman. ’Twill disturb us,
- We shall have time enough.
- Well, sir, I’ll pledge you.
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- Drink a good hearty draught, it breeds good blood, man.
- Do not you feel it thaw you?
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- Stay, I’ll tell you
- After a draught or two more.
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- Spare it not,
- The Duke has more, coz. Eat now.
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- I am glad
- You have so good a stomach.
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- I am gladder
- I have so good meat to’t.
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- Is’t not mad lodging
- Here in the wild woods, cousin?
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- Yes, for them
- That have wild consciences.
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- How tastes your victuals?
- Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.
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- Not much.
- But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.
- What is this?
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- ’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?
- After you, coz.
- She lov’d a black-hair’d man.
- She did so; well, sir?
- And I have heard some call him Arcite, and—
- Out with’t, faith!
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- She met him in an arbor:
- What did she there, coz? Play o’ th’ virginals?
- Something she did, sir.
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- Made her groan a month for’t;
- Or two, or three, or ten.
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- The Marshal’s sister
- Had her share too, as I remember, cousin,
- Else there be tales abroad. You’ll pledge her?
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- A pretty brown wench ’tis. There was a time
- When young men went a-hunting, and a wood,
- And a broad beech; and thereby hangs a tale.
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- For Emily, upon my life! Fool,
- Away with this strain’d mirth! I say again,
- That sigh was breath’d for Emily. Base cousin,
- Dar’st thou break first?
- You are wide.
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- By heaven and earth,
- There’s nothing in thee honest.
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- Then I’ll leave you;
- You are a beast now.
- As thou mak’st me, traitor!
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- There’s all things needful, files and shirts and perfumes.
- I’ll come again some two hours hence and bring
- That that shall quiet all.
- A sword and armor.
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- Fear me not. You are now too foul; farewell.
- Get off your trinkets, you shall want nought.
- I’ll hear no more.
- If he keep touch, he dies for’t.