Page 1407 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Honour crown the worthiest!
Exeunt Theseus, Pirithous, Hippolyta, and attendants.

PALAMON
The glass is running now that cannot finish
Till one of us expire. Think you but thus,
That were there aught in me which strove to show [20]

Mine enemy in this business, were’t one eye
Against another, arm oppressed by arm,
I would destroy th’offender, coz; I would,

Though parcel of myself. Then from this gather
How I should tender you.

ARCITE
I am in labour [25]
To push your name, your ancient love, our kindred,
Out of my memory, and i’th’self-same place

To seat something I would confound. So hoist we
The sails, that must these vessels port even where
The heavenly limiter pleases.

PALAMON
You speak well. [30]

Before I turn, let me embrace thee, cousin;
They embrace.
This I shall never do again.

ARCITE
One farewell.

PALAMON
Why, let it be so; farewell, coz.

ARCITE
Farewell, sir.

Exeunt Palamon and his knights.
Knights, kinsmen, lovers − yea, my sacrifices! −