Act 2, Scene 1

JAILER

I may depart with little while I live; something I may cast to you, not much. Alas, the prison I keep, though it be for great ones, yet they seldom come; before one salmon, you shall take a number of minnows. I am given out to be better lined than it can appear to me report is a true speaker. I would I were really that I am delivered to be. Marry, what I have, be it what it will, I will assure upon my daughter at the day of my death.

WOOER

Sir, I demand no more than your own offer, and I will estate your daughter in what I have promised.

JAILER

Well, we will talk more of this when the solemnity is past. But have you a full promise of her? When that shall be seen, I tender my consent.

WOOER

I have sir. Here she comes.

JAILER

Your friend and I have chanced to name you here, upon the old business. But no more of that now; so soon as the court hurry is over, we will have an end of it. I’ th’ meantime, look tenderly to the two prisoners. I can tell you they are princes.

DAUGHTER

These strewings are for their chamber. ’Tis pity they are in prison, and ’twere pity they should be out. I do think they have patience to make any adversity ashamed. The prison itself is proud of ’em, and they have all the world in their chamber.

JAILER

They are famed to be a pair of absolute men.

DAUGHTER

By my troth, I think fame but stammers ’em; they stand a grise above the reach of report.

JAILER

I heard them reported in the battle to be the only doers.

DAUGHTER

Nay, most likely, for they are noble sufferers. I marvel how they would have looked had they been victors, that with such a constant nobility enforce a freedom out of bondage, making misery their mirth and affliction a toy to jest at.

JAILER

Do they so?

DAUGHTER

It seems to me they have no more sense of their captivity than I of ruling Athens. They eat well, look merrily, discourse of many things, but nothing of their own restraint and disasters. Yet sometime a divided sigh, martyred as ’twere i’ th’ deliverance, will break from one of them—when the other presently gives it so sweet a rebuke that I could wish myself a sigh to be so chid, or at least a sigher to be comforted.

WOOER

I never saw ’em.

JAILER

The Duke himself came privately in the night, and so did they.

JAILER

What the reason of it is, I know not. Look, yonder they are; that’s Arcite looks out.

DAUGHTER

No, sir, no, that’s Palamon. Arcite is the lower of the twain; you may perceive a part of him.

JAILER

Go to, leave your pointing; they would not make us their object. Out of their sight.

DAUGHTER

It is a holiday to look on them. Lord, the difference of men!