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the two noble kinsmen-第11部分
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THESEUS。
Come; Ile give ye
Now usage like to Princes; and to Friends:
When ye returne; who wins; Ile settle heere;
Who looses; yet Ile weepe upon his Beere。 'Exeunt。'
Actus Quartus。
Scaena 1。 (Athens。 A room in the prison。)
'Enter Iailor and his friend。'
IAILOR。
Heare you no more? was nothing saide of me
Concerning the escape of Palamon?
Good Sir; remember。
1。 FRIEND。
Nothing that I heard;
For I came home before the busines
Was fully ended: Yet I might perceive;
Ere I departed; a great likelihood
Of both their pardons: For Hipolita;
And faire…eyd Emilie; upon their knees
Begd with such hansom pitty; that the Duke
Me thought stood staggering; whether he should follow
His rash oth; or the sweet compassion
Of those two Ladies; and to second them;
That truely noble Prince Perithous;
Halfe his owne heart; set in too; that I hope
All shall be well: Neither heard I one question
Of your name or his scape。
'Enter 2。 Friend。'
IAILOR。
Pray heaven it hold so。
2。 FRIEND。
Be of good comfort; man; I bring you newes;
Good newes。
IAILOR。
They are welcome;
2。 FRIEND。
Palamon has cleerd you;
And got your pardon; and discoverd how
And by whose meanes he escapt; which was your Daughters;
Whose pardon is procurd too; and the Prisoner;
Not to be held ungratefull to her goodnes;
Has given a summe of money to her Marriage;
A large one; ile assure you。
IAILOR。
Ye are a good man
And ever bring good newes。
1。 FRIEND。
How was it ended?
2。 FRIEND。
Why; as it should be; they that nev'r begd
But they prevaild; had their suites fairely granted;
The prisoners have their lives。
1。 FRIEND。
I knew t'would be so。
2。 FRIEND。
But there be new conditions; which you'l heare of
At better time。
IAILOR。
I hope they are good。
2。 FRIEND。
They are honourable;
How good they'l prove; I know not。
'Enter Wooer。'
1。 FRIEND。
T'will be knowne。
WOOER。
Alas; Sir; wher's your Daughter?
IAILOR。
Why doe you aske?
WOOER。
O; Sir; when did you see her?
2。 FRIEND。
How he lookes?
IAILOR。
This morning。
WOOER。
Was she well? was she in health; Sir?
When did she sleepe?
1。 FRIEND。
These are strange Questions。
IAILOR。
I doe not thinke she was very well; for now
You make me minde her; but this very day
I ask'd her questions; and she answered me
So farre from what she was; so childishly;
So sillily; as if she were a foole;
An Inocent; and I was very angry。
But what of her; Sir?
WOOER。
Nothing but my pitty;
But you must know it; and as good by me
As by an other that lesse loves her
IAILOR。
Well; Sir。
1。 FRIEND。
Not right?
2。 FRIEND。
Not well?
WOOER。
No; Sir; not well。
Tis too true; she is mad。
1。 FRIEND。
It cannot be。
WOOER。
Beleeve; you'l finde it so。
IAILOR。
I halfe suspected
What you (have) told me: the gods comfort her:
Either this was her love to Palamon;
Or feare of my miscarrying on his scape;
Or both。
WOOER。
Tis likely。
IAILOR。
But why all this haste; Sir?
WOOER。
Ile tell you quickly。 As I late was angling
In the great Lake that lies behind the Pallace;
From the far shore; thicke set with reedes and Sedges;
As patiently I was attending sport;
I heard a voyce; a shrill one; and attentive
I gave my eare; when I might well perceive
T'was one that sung; and by the smallnesse of it
A boy or woman。 I then left my angle
To his owne skill; came neere; but yet perceivd not
Who made the sound; the rushes and the Reeds
Had so encompast it: I laide me downe
And listned to the words she sung; for then;
Through a small glade cut by the Fisher men;
I saw it was your Daughter。
IAILOR。
Pray; goe on; Sir?
WOOER。
She sung much; but no sence; onely I heard her
Repeat this often: 'Palamon is gone;
Is gone to'th wood to gather Mulberies;
Ile finde him out to morrow。'
1。 FRIEND。
Pretty soule。
WOOER。
'His shackles will betray him; hee'l be taken;
And what shall I doe then? Ile bring a beavy;
A hundred blacke eyd Maides; that love as I doe;
With Chaplets on their heads of Daffadillies;
With cherry…lips; and cheekes of Damaske Roses;
And all wee'l daunce an Antique fore the Duke;
And beg his pardon。' Then she talk'd of you; Sir;
That you must loose your head to morrow morning;
And she must gather flowers to bury you;
And see the house made handsome: then she sung
Nothing but 'Willow; willow; willow;' and betweene
Ever was; 'Palamon; faire Palamon;'
And 'Palamon was a tall yong man。' The place
Was knee deepe where she sat; her careles Tresses
A wreathe of bull…rush rounded; about her stucke
Thousand fresh water flowers of severall cullors;
That me thought she appeard like the faire Nimph
That feedes the lake with waters; or as Iris
Newly dropt downe from heaven; Rings she made
Of rushes that grew by; and to 'em spoke
The prettiest posies: 'Thus our true love's tide;'
'This you may loose; not me;' and many a one:
And then she wept; and sung againe; and sigh'd;
And with the same breath smil'd; and kist her hand。
2。 FRIEND。
Alas; what pitty it is!
WOOER。
I made in to her。
She saw me; and straight sought the flood; I sav'd her;
And set her safe to land: when presently
She slipt away; and to the Citty made;
With such a cry and swiftnes; that; beleeve me;
Shee left me farre behinde her; three or foure
I saw from farre off crosse her; one of 'em
I knew to be your brother; where she staid;
And fell; scarce to be got away: I left them with her; 'Enter
Brother; Daughter; and others。'
And hether came to tell you。 Here they are。
DAUGHTER。 'sings。'
May you never more enjoy the light; &c。
Is not this a fine Song?
BROTHER。
O; a very fine one。
DAUGHTER。
I can sing twenty more。
BROTHER。
I thinke you can。
DAUGHTER。
Yes; truely; can I; I can sing the Broome;
And Bony Robin。 Are not you a tailour?
BROTHER。
Yes。
DAUGHTER。
Wher's my wedding Gowne?
BROTHER。
Ile bring it to morrow。
DAUGHTER。
Doe; very rarely; I must be abroad else
To call the Maides; and pay the Minstrels;
For I must loose my Maydenhead by cock…light;
Twill never thrive else。
'Singes。' O faire; oh sweete; &c。
BROTHER。
You must ev'n take it patiently。
IAILOR。
Tis true。
DAUGHTER。
Good ev'n; good men; pray; did you ever heare
Of one yong Palamon?
IAILOR。
Yes; wench; we know him。
DAUGHTER。
Is't not a fine yong Gentleman?
IAILOR。
Tis Love。
BROTHER。
By no meane crosse her; she is then distemperd
Far worse then now she showes。
1。 FRIEND。
Yes; he's a fine man。
DAUGHTER。
O; is he so? you have a Sister?
1。 FRIEND。
Yes。
DAUGHTER。
But she shall never have him; tell her so;
For a tricke that I know; y'had best looke to her;
For if she see him once; she's gone; she's done;
And undon in an howre。 All the young Maydes
Of our Towne are in love with him; but I laugh at 'em
And let 'em all alone; Is't not a wise course?
1。 FRIEND。
Yes。
DAUGHTER。
There is at least two hundred now with child by him
There must be fowre; yet I keepe close for all this;
Close as a Cockle; and all these must be Boyes;
He has the tricke on't; and at ten yeares old
They must be all gelt for Musitians;
And sing the wars of Theseus。
2。 FRIEND。
This is strange。
DAUGHTER。
As ever you heard; but say nothing。
1。 FRIEND。
No。
DAUGHTER。
They come from all parts of the Dukedome to him;
Ile warrant ye; he had not so few last night
As twenty to dispatch: hee'l tickl't up
In two howres; if his hand be in。
IAILOR。
She's lost
Past all cure。
BROTHER。
Heaven forbid; man。
DAUGHTER。
Come hither; you are a wise man。
1。 FRIEND。
Do's she know him?
2。 FRIEND。
No; would she did。
DAUGHTER。
You are master of a Ship?
IAILOR。
Yes。
DAUGHTER。
Wher's your Compasse?
IAILOR。
Heere。
DAUGHTER。
Set it too'th North。
And now direct your course to'th wood; wher Palamon
Lyes longing for me; For the Tackling
Let me alone; Come; waygh; my hearts; cheerely!
ALL。
Owgh; owgh; owgh; tis up; the wind's faire;
Top the Bowling; out with the maine saile;
Wher's your Whistle; Master?
BROTHER。
Lets get her in。
IAILOR。
Vp to the top; Boy。
BROTHER。
Wher's the Pilot?
1。 FRIEND。
Heere。
DAUGHTER。
What ken'st thou?
2。 FRIEND。
A faire wood。
DAUGHTER。
Beare for it; master: take about! 'Singes。'
When Cinthia with her borrowed light; &c。 'Exeunt。'
Scaena 2。 (A Room in the Palace。)
'Enter Emilia alone; with 2。 Pictures。'
EMILIA。
Yet I may binde those wounds up; that must open
And bleed to death for my sake else; Ile choose;
And end their strife: Two such yong hansom men
Shall never fall for me; their weeping Mothers;
Following the dead cold ashes of their Sonnes;
Shall never curse my cruelty。 Good heaven;
What a sweet face has Arcite! if wise nature;
With all her best endowments; all those beuties
She sowes into the birthes of noble bodies;
Were here a mortall woman; and had in her
The coy denialls of yong Maydes; yet doubtles;
She would run mad for this man: what an eye;
Of what a fyry sparkle; and quick sweetnes;
Has this yong
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