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 compa.s.sion Of those two Ladies; and to second them, That truely n.o.ble 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 a.s.sure 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?