Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Enter Palamon, and Arcite.1
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.
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: Valerius84
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?90
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.Exeunt.