Scaena 3. (Same as Scene I.)

[Enter Arcite, with Meate, Wine, and Files.]

ARCITE. I should be neere the place: hoa, Cosen Palamon. [Enter Palamon.]

PALAMON. Arcite?

ARCITE. The same: I have brought you foode and files. Come forth and feare not, here’s no Theseus.

PALAMON. Nor none so honest, Arcite.

ARCITE. That’s no matter, Wee’l argue that hereafter: Come, take courage; You shall not dye thus beastly: here, Sir, drinke; I know you are faint: then ile talke further with you.

PALAMON. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me.

ARCITE. I might, But I must feare you first: Sit downe, and, good, now No more of these vaine parlies; let us not, Having our ancient reputation with us, Make talke for Fooles and Cowards. To your health, &c.

PALAMON. Doe.

ARCITE. Pray, sit downe then; and let me entreate you, By all the honesty and honour in you, No mention of this woman: t’will disturbe us; We shall have time enough.

PALAMON. Well, Sir, Ile pledge you.

ARCITE. Drinke a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood, man. Doe not you feele it thaw you?

PALAMON. Stay, Ile tell you after a draught or two more.

ARCITE. Spare it not, the Duke has more, Cuz: Eate now.

PALAMON. Yes.

ARCITE. I am glad you have so good a stomach.

PALAMON. I am gladder I have so good meate too’t.

ARCITE. Is’t not mad lodging here in the wild woods, Cosen?

PALAMON. Yes, for them that have wilde Consciences.

ARCITE. How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce, I see.

PALAMON. Not much; But if it did, yours is too tart, sweete Cosen: what is this?

ARCITE. Venison.

PALAMON. Tis a lusty meate: Giue me more wine; here, Arcite, to the wenches We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter, Doe you remember her?

ARCITE. After you, Cuz.

PALAMON. She lov’d a black-haird man.

ARCITE. She did so; well, Sir.

PALAMON. And I have heard some call him Arcite, and—

ARCITE. Out with’t, faith.

PALAMON. She met him in an Arbour: What did she there, Cuz? play o’th virginals?

ARCITE. Something she did, Sir.

PALAMON. Made her groane a moneth for’t, or 2. or 3. or 10.

ARCITE. The Marshals Sister Had her share too, as I remember, Cosen, Else there be tales abroade; you’l pledge her?

PALAMON. Yes.

ARCITE. A pretty broune wench t’is. There was a time When yong men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broade Beech: and thereby hangs a tale:—heigh ho!

PALAMON. For Emily, upon my life! Foole, Away with this straind mirth; I say againe, That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen, Dar’st thou breake first?

ARCITE. You are wide.

PALAMON. By heaven and earth, ther’s nothing in thee honest.

ARCITE. Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now.

PALAMON. As thou makst me, Traytour.

ARCITE. Ther’s all things needfull, files and shirts, and perfumes: Ile come againe some two howres hence, and bring That that shall quiet all,

PALAMON. A Sword and Armour?

ARCITE. Feare me not; you are now too fowle; farewell. Get off your Trinkets; you shall want nought.

PALAMON. Sir, ha—

ARCITE. Ile heare no more. [Exit.]

PALAMON. If he keepe touch, he dies for’t. [Exit.]

Scaena 4. (Another part of the forest.)

[Enter Iaylors daughter.]

DAUGHTER. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets: The Sun has seene my Folly. Palamon! Alas no; hees in heaven. Where am I now? Yonder’s the sea, and ther’s a Ship; how’t tumbles! And ther’s a Rocke lies watching under water; Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now, Ther’s a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry! Spoon her before the winde, you’l loose all els: Vp with a course or two, and take about, Boyes. Good night, good night, y’ar gone.—I am very hungry. Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me Newes from all parts o’th world, then would I make A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle By east and North East to the King of Pigmes, For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father, Twenty to one, is trust up in a trice To morrow morning; Ile say never a word.

[Sing.]

For ile cut my greene coat a foote above my knee, And ile clip my yellow lockes an inch below mine eie. hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, He’s buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide hey nonny, nonny, nonny.

O for a pricke now like a Nightingale, To put my breast against. I shall sleepe like a Top else. [Exit.]

Scaena 5. (Another part of the forest.)

[Enter a Schoole master, 4. Countrymen, and Bavian. 2. or 3. wenches, with a Taborer.]

SCHOOLMASTER. Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye? have my Rudiments bin labourd so long with ye? milkd unto ye, and by a figure even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry: where, and how, & wherfore? you most course freeze capacities, ye jane Iudgements, have I saide: thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man understand mee? Proh deum, medius fidius, ye are all dunces! For why, here stand I, Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the Duke appeares, I meete him and unto him I utter learned things and many figures; he heares, and nods, and hums, and then cries: rare, and I goe forward; at length I fling my Cap up; marke there; then do you, as once did Meleager and the Bore, break comly out before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace and turne, Boyes.

1. COUNTREYMAN. And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold.

2. COUNTREYMAN. Draw up the Company. Where’s the Taborour?

3. COUNTREYMAN. Why, Timothy!

TABORER. Here, my mad boyes, have at ye.

SCHOOLMASTER. But I say, where’s their women?

4. COUNTREYMAN. Here’s Friz and Maudline.

2. COUNTREYMAN. And little Luce with the white legs, and bouncing Barbery.

1. COUNTREYMAN. And freckeled Nel, that never faild her Master.

SCHOOLMASTER. Wher be your Ribands, maids? swym with your Bodies And carry it sweetly, and deliverly And now and then a fauour, and a friske.

NEL. Let us alone, Sir.

SCHOOLMASTER. Wher’s the rest o’th Musicke?

3. COUNTREYMAN. Dispersd as you commanded.

SCHOOLMASTER. Couple, then, And see what’s wanting; wher’s the Bavian? My friend, carry your taile without offence Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure You tumble with audacity and manhood; And when you barke, doe it with judgement.

BAVIAN. Yes, Sir.

SCHOOLMASTER. Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.

4. COUNTREYMAN. We may goe whistle: all the fat’s i’th fire.

SCHOOLMASTER. We have, As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile, We have beene FATUUS, and laboured vainely.

2. COUNTREYMAN. This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding, That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here, Cicely the Sempsters daughter: The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin; Nay and she faile me once—you can tell, Arcas, She swore by wine and bread, she would not breake.

SCHOOLMASTER. An Eele and woman, A learned Poet sayes, unles by’th taile And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile. In manners this was false position

1. COUNTREYMAN. A fire ill take her; do’s she flinch now?

3. COUNTREYMAN. What Shall we determine, Sir?

SCHOOLMASTER. Nothing. Our busines is become a nullity; Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.

4. COUNTREYMAN. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it, Now to be frampall, now to pisse o’th nettle! Goe thy waies; ile remember thee, ile fit thee.

[Enter Iaylors daughter.]

DAUGHTER. [Sings.]

The George alow came from the South, From the coast of Barbary a. And there he met with brave gallants of war By one, by two, by three, a.

Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants, And whither now are you bound a? O let me have your company [Chaire and stooles out.] Till (I) come to the sound a.

There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet: The one sed it was an owle, The other he sed nay, The third he sed it was a hawke, And her bels wer cut away.

3. COUNTREYMAN. Ther’s a dainty mad woman M(aiste)r Comes i’th Nick, as mad as a march hare: If wee can get her daunce, wee are made againe: I warrant her, shee’l doe the rarest gambols.

1. COUNTREYMAN. A mad woman? we are made, Boyes.

SCHOOLMASTER. And are you mad, good woman?

DAUGHTER. I would be sorry else; Give me your hand.

SCHOOLMASTER. Why?

DAUGHTER. I can tell your fortune. You are a foole: tell ten. I have pozd him: Buz! Friend you must eate no whitebread; if you doe, Your teeth will bleede extreamely. Shall we dance, ho? I know you, y’ar a Tinker: Sirha Tinker, Stop no more holes, but what you should.

SCHOOLMASTER. Dij boni. A Tinker, Damzell?

DAUGHTER. Or a Conjurer: Raise me a devill now, and let him play Quipassa o’th bels and bones.

SCHOOLMASTER. Goe, take her, And fluently perswade her to a peace: Et opus exegi, quod nec Iouis ira, nec ignis. Strike up, and leade her in.

2. COUNTREYMAN. Come, Lasse, lets trip it.

DAUGHTER. Ile leade. [Winde Hornes.]

3. COUNTREYMAN. Doe, doe.

SCHOOLMASTER. Perswasively, and cunningly: away, boyes, [Ex. all but Schoolemaster.] I heare the hornes: give me some meditation, And marke your Cue.—Pallas inspire me.

[Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite, and traine.]

THESEUS. This way the Stag tooke.

SCHOOLMASTER. Stay, and edifie.

THESEUS. What have we here?

PERITHOUS. Some Countrey sport, upon my life, Sir.

THESEUS. Well, Sir, goe forward, we will edifie. Ladies, sit downe, wee’l stay it.

SCHOOLMASTER. Thou, doughtie Duke, all haile: all haile, sweet Ladies.

THESEUS. This is a cold beginning.

SCHOOLMASTER. If you but favour, our Country pastime made is. We are a few of those collected here, That ruder Tongues distinguish villager; And to say veritie, and not to fable, We are a merry rout, or else a rable, Or company, or, by a figure, Choris, That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris. And I, that am the rectifier of all, By title Pedagogus, that let fall The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a Ferula the tall ones, Doe here present this Machine, or this frame: And daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fame From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar, Is blowne abroad, helpe me thy poore well willer, And with thy twinckling eyes looke right and straight Vpon this mighty MORR—of mickle waight; IS now comes in, which being glewd together, Makes MORRIS, and the cause that we came hether. The body of our sport, of no small study, I first appeare, though rude, and raw, and muddy, To speake before thy noble grace this tenner: At whose great feete I offer up my penner. The next the Lord of May and Lady bright, The Chambermaid and Servingman by night That seeke out silent hanging: Then mine Host And his fat Spowse, that welcomes to their cost The gauled Traveller, and with a beckning Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning: Then the beast eating Clowne, and next the foole, The Bavian, with long tayle and eke long toole, Cum multis alijs that make a dance: Say ‘I,’ and all shall presently advance.

THESEUS. I, I, by any meanes, deere Domine.

PERITHOUS. Produce.

(SCHOOLMASTER.) Intrate, filij; Come forth, and foot it.—

[Musicke, Dance. Knocke for Schoole.]

[Enter the Dance.]

Ladies, if we have beene merry, And have pleasd yee with a derry, And a derry, and a downe, Say the Schoolemaster’s no Clowne: Duke, if we have pleasd thee too, And have done as good Boyes should doe, Give us but a tree or twaine For a Maypole, and againe, Ere another yeare run out, Wee’l make thee laugh and all this rout.

THESEUS. Take 20., Domine; how does my sweet heart?

HIPPOLITA. Never so pleasd, Sir.

EMILIA. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface I never heard a better.

THESEUS. Schoolemaster, I thanke you.—One see’em all rewarded.

PERITHOUS. And heer’s something to paint your Pole withall.

THESEUS. Now to our sports againe.

SCHOOLMASTER. May the Stag thou huntst stand long, And thy dogs be swift and strong: May they kill him without lets, And the Ladies eate his dowsets! Come, we are all made. [Winde Hornes.] Dij Deoeq(ue) omnes, ye have danc’d rarely, wenches. [Exeunt.]