Page 1339 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

SECOND COUNTRYMAN

Wrestling and running. [Aside] ’Tis a pretty fellow.

THIRD COUNTRYMAN
Thou wilt not go along?

ARCITE
Not yet, sir.

FOURTH COUNTRYMAN
Well, sir,
Take your own time. − Come, boys.

FIRST COUNTRYMAN

My mind misgives me. [70]
This fellow has a vengeance trick o’th’hip;
Mark how his body’s made for’t.

SECOND COUNTRYMAN
I’ll be hanged, though,
If he dare venture; hang him, plum porridge!

He wrestle? He roast eggs! Come, let’s be gone, lads.
Exeunt four Countrymen and garland-bearer.

ARCITE
This is an offered opportunity [75]
I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled,

The best men called it excellent; and run
Swifter than wind upon a field of corn,
Curling the wealthy ears, never flew. I’ll venture,
And in some poor disguise be there; who knows [80]
Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands,

And happiness prefer me to a place
Where I may ever dwell in sight of her?
Exit.