Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2

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1.2Scæna 2.

Enter Palamon, and Arcite.

Arcite. Deere Palamon, deerer in love then Blood

2And our prime Cosen, yet unhardned in

3The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the Citty

4Thebs, and the temptings in't, before we further

5Sully our glosse of youth,

6And here to keepe in abstinence we shame

7As in Incontinence; for not to swim

8I'th aide o'th Current, were almost to sincke,

C1r/p.9 Link 9At least to frustrate striving, and to follow

10The common Streame, twold bring us to an Edy

11Where we should turne or drowne; if labour through,

12Our gaine but life, and weakenes.

Pal. Your advice

13Is cride up with example: what strange ruins

14Since first we went to Schoole, may we perceive

15Walking in Thebs? Skars, and bare weedes

16The gaine o'th Martialist, who did propound

17To his bold ends, honour, and golden Ingots,

18Which though he won, he had not, and now flurted

19By peace for whom he fought, who then shall offer

20To Marsis so scornd Altar? I doe bleede

21When such I meete, and wish great Iuno would

22Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie

23To get the Soldier worke, that peace might purge

24For her repletion, and retaine anew

25Her charitable heart now hard, and harsher

pg 356726Then strife, or war could be.

Arcite, Are you not out?

27Meete you no ruine, but the Soldier in

28The Cranckes, and turnes of Thebs? you did begin

29As if you met decaies of many kindes:

30Perceive you none, that doe arowse your pitty

31But th'un-considerd Soldier?

Pal. Yes, I pitty

32Decaies where ere I finde them, but such most

33That sweating in an honourable Toyle

34Are paide with yce to coole 'em.

Arcite, Tis not this

35I did begin to speake of: This is vertue

36Of no respect in Thebs, I spake of Thebs

37How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours,

38It is for our resyding, where every evill

39Hath a good cullor; where eve'ry seeming good's

40A certaine evill, where not to be ev'n Iumpe

41As they are, here were to be strangers, and

C1v/p.10 Link 42Such things to be meere Monsters.

Pal. Tis in our power,

43(Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's) to

44Be Masters of our manners: what neede I

Critical Apparatus45Affect anothers gate, which is not catching

46Where there is faith, or to be fond upon

47Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne

48I may be reasonably conceiv'd; sav'd too,

49Speaking it truly; why am I bound

50By any generous bond to follow him

51Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill

52The follow'd, make pursuit? or let me know,

53Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him

54My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust

Critical Apparatus55To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there

56That does command my Rapier from my hip

57To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip toe

58Before the streete be foule? Either I am

59The fore-horse in the Teame, or I am none

60That draw i'th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores,

61Neede not a plantin; That which rips my bosome

62Almost to'th heart's

Arcite. Our Vncle Creon.

Pal. He,

63A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes

64Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured

65Beyond its power: there's nothing, almost puts

66Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone

67Voluble chance, who onely attributes

68The faculties of other Instruments

Critical Apparatus69To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service,

pg 3568Critical Apparatus70And what they winne in't, boot and glory; on

71That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let

72The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suckt

73From me with Leeches, Let them breake and fall

74Off me with that corruption.

Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen

75Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share,

76Of his lowd infamy: for our milke,

C2r/p.11 Link 77Will relish of the pasture, and we must

78Be vile, or disobedient, not his kinesmen

79In blood, unlesse in quality.

Pal. Nothing truer:

80I thinke the Ecchoes of his shames have dea'ft

81The eares of heav'nly Iustice: widdows cryes

82Descend againe into their throates, and have not:

Enter Valerius.

83Due audience of the Gods: Valerius


Val. The King cals for you; yet be leaden footed

85Till his great rage be off him. Phebus when

86He broke his whipstocke and exclaimd against

87The Horses of the Sun, but whisperd too

88The lowdenesse of his Fury.

Pal. Small windes shake him,

89But whats the matter?


Val. Theseus (who where he threates appals,) hath sent

91Deadly defyance to him, and pronounces

92Ruine to Thebs, who is at hand to seale

93The promise of his wrath.

Arc. Let him approach;

94But that we feare the Gods in him, he brings not

95A jot of terrour to us; Yet what man

96Thirds his owne worth (the case is each of ours)

97When that his actions dregd, with minde assurd

98Tis bad he goes about.

Pal. Leave that unreasond.

99Our services stand now for Thebs, not Creon,

100Yet to be neutrall to him, were dishonour;

101Rebellious to oppose: therefore we must

102With him stand to the mercy of our Fate,

103Who hath bounded our last minute.

Arc. So we must;

104Ist sed this warres afoote? or it shall be

105On faile of some condition.

Val. Tis in motion

106The intelligence of state came in the instant

C2v/p.12 Link 107With the defier.

Pal. Lets to the king, who, were he

108A quarter carrier of that honour, which

109His Enemy come in, the blood we venture

110Should be as for our health, which were not spent,

pg 3569111Rather laide out for purchase: but alas

112Our hands advanc'd before our hearts, what will

113The fall o'th stroke doe damage?

Arci. Let th'event,

114That never erring Arbitratour, tell us

115When we know all our selves, and let us follow

116The becking of our chance.


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1.2.45 gate = gait
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1.2.55 Cannon = canon
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1.2.69 men service cotes; mens service seward.
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1.2.70 glory; on littedale (Ingram)(glory; one); glory on cotes(a); glory on; cotes(b); glory on't kittredge; glory. 'On' is a Shakespearean spelling of 'one' found in Sir Thomas More (Shakespeare) and here at 1.3.75, but was probably sufficiently old-fashioned by 1634 to confuse a compositor (or even, earlier, a scribe). The corrector, not understanding the reading, may have guessed what it should be.
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1.2.70 Some copies put a semicolon after 'on'
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