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The Two Noble Kinsmen - Act 3, scene 3Act 3, scene 3
Scene 3
Synopsis:
Arcite brings Palamon food, wine, and files. He promises to return in two hours bringing swords and armor for their combat.
Enter Arcite with meat, wine, and files.ARCITE
1493 I should be near the place.—Ho! Cousin Palamon!
PALAMON, ⌜within⌝
1494 Arcite?
ARCITE 1495 The same. I have brought you food and files.
1496 Come forth and fear not; here’s no Theseus.
Enter Palamon.
PALAMON
1497 5 Nor none so honest, Arcite.
ARCITE 1498 That’s no matter.
1499 We’ll argue that hereafter. Come, take courage;
1500 You shall not die thus beastly. Here, sir, drink—
1501 I know you are faint—then I’ll talk further with you.
PALAMON
1502 10 Arcite, thou mightst now poison me.
ARCITE 1503 I might;
1504 But I must fear you first. Sit down and, good now,
1505 No more of these vain parleys. Let us not,
1506 Having our ancient reputation with us,
1507 15 Make talk for fools and cowards. To your health.
⌜He drinks.⌝
PALAMON 1508 Do!
ARCITE
1509 Pray sit down, then, and let me entreat you,
1510 By all the honesty and honor in you,
1511 No mention of this woman; ’twill disturb us.
1512 20 We shall have time enough.
PALAMON 1513 Well, sir, I’ll pledge you.
⌜He drinks.⌝
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ARCITE 1514 Drink a good hearty draught; it breeds good blood,
1515 man.
1516 Do not you feel it thaw you?
PALAMON 1517 25 Stay, I’ll tell you
1518 After a draught or two more.
ARCITE 1519 Spare it not.
1520 The Duke has more, coz. Eat now.
PALAMON 1521 Yes.⌜He eats.⌝
ARCITE 1522 30 I am glad
1523 You have so good a stomach.
PALAMON 1524 I am gladder
1525 I have so good meat to ’t.
ARCITE 1526 Is ’t not mad lodging
1527 35 Here in the wild woods, cousin?
PALAMON 1528 Yes, for ⌜them⌝
1529 That have wild consciences.
ARCITE 1530 How tastes your
1531 victuals?
1532 40 Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.
PALAMON 1533 Not much.
1534 But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.
1535 What is this?
ARCITE 1536 Venison.
PALAMON 1537 45 ’Tis a lusty meat.
1538 Give me more wine. Here, Arcite, to the wenches
1539 We have known in our days!
⌜He raises his cup in a toast.⌝
1540 The Lord Steward’s
1541 daughter!
1542 50 Do you remember her?
ARCITE 1543 After you, coz.
PALAMON
1544 She loved a black-haired man.
ARCITE 1545 She did so; well, sir?
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PALAMON 1546 And I have heard some call him Arcite, and—
ARCITE
1547 55 Out with ’t, faith.
PALAMON 1548 She met him in an arbor.
1549 What did she there, coz? Play o’ th’ virginals?
ARCITE
1550 Something she did, sir.
PALAMON 1551 Made her groan a month
1552 60 for ’t—
1553 Or two, or three, or ten.
ARCITE 1554 The Marshal’s sister
1555 Had her share, too, as I remember, cousin,
1556 Else there be tales abroad. You’ll pledge her?
PALAMON 1557 65 Yes.
⌜He lifts his cup and then drinks.⌝
ARCITE
1558 A pretty brown wench ’tis. There was a time
1559 When young men went a-hunting, and a wood,
1560 And a broad beech—and thereby hangs a tale.
1561 Heigh ho!
PALAMON 1562 70 For Emily, upon my life! Fool,
1563 Away with this strained mirth. I say again
1564 That sigh was breathed for Emily. Base cousin,
1565 Dar’st thou break first?
ARCITE 1566 You are wide.
PALAMON 1567 75 By heaven and
1568 Earth,
1569 There’s nothing in thee honest.
ARCITE 1570 Then I’ll leave you.
1571 You are a beast now.
PALAMON 1572 80 As thou mak’st me, traitor.
ARCITE
1573 There’s all things needful: files and shirts and
1574 perfumes.
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1575
I’ll come again some two hours hence and bring1576 That that shall quiet all.
PALAMON 1577 85 A sword and armor.
ARCITE
1578 Fear me not. You are now too foul. Farewell.
1579 Get off your trinkets; you shall want naught.
PALAMON 1580 Sirrah—
ARCITE
1581 I’ll hear no more.
He exits.
PALAMON 1582 90 If he keep touch, he dies for ’t.
He exits.