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*ACT IV.

*SCENE I. - Athens. A Room in the Prison.

*Enter Jailer and First Friend.

*Jailer. Hear you no more? was nothing said of me *Concerning the escape of Palamon?

*Good sir, remember.

*1 Friend.

Nothing that I heard;

*For I came home before the business
*Was fully ended: yet I might perceive,
*Ere I departed, a great likelihood
*Of both their pardons; for Hippolyta
And fair-eyed Emily upon their knees
*Begg'd with such handsome pity, that the Duke
*Methought stood staggering whether he should follow
*His rash oath, or the sweet compassion

*Of those two ladies; and, to second them,

That truly noble prince Pirithous,

*Half his own heart, set in too, that I hope

*All shall be well: neither heard I one question *Of your name or his 'scape.

*Jailer.

Pray Heaven, it hold so !

*Enter Second Friend.

*2 Friend. Be of good comfort, man: I bring you news, *Good news.

*Jailer. They're welcome.

#2 Friend.

Palamon has clear'd you,

*And got your pardon, and discover'd how

*And by whose means he 'scaped, which was your daughter's,

*Whose pardon is procured too; and the prisoner –
*Not to be held ungrateful to her goodness-
*Has given a sum of money to her marriage,

*A large one I'll assure you.

*Jailer.

*And ever bring good news.

*1 Friend.

Ye're a good man,

How was it ended?

2 Friend. Why, as it should be: they that never begg'd *But they prevail'd, had their suits fairly granted;

*The prisoners have their lives.

*1 Friend.

*

I knew 'twould be so.

2 Friend. But there be new conditions, which you'll

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*Wooer. Alas, sir, where's your daughter?

*Jailer.

*Wooer. O, sir, when did you see her? #2 Friend.

Why do you ask?

How he looks!

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*Jailer. I do not think she was very well; for, now *You make me mind her, but this very day

*I ask'd her questions, and she answer'd me
*So far from what she was, so childishly,

*So sillily, as if she were a fool,
*An innocent: and I was very angry

But what of her, sir?

* Wooer.

Notning but my pity:

*But you must know it, and as good by me

*As by another that less loves her.

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*What you have told me: the gods comfort her!

*Either this was her love to Palamon,

*Or fear of my miscarrying on his 'scape,

*Or both.

*Wooer. 'Tis likely.

*Jailer.

But why all this haste, sir?

*Wooer. I'll tell you quickly. As I late was angling *In the great lake that lies behind the palace,

*From the far' shore, thick set with reeds and sedges, As patiently I was attending sport,

*I heard a voice, a shrill one; and attentive

*I gave my ear; when I might well perceive
*'Twas one that sung, and, by the smallness of it,
*A boy or woman. I then left my angle

*To his own skill, came near, but yet perceived not
*Who made the sound, the rushes and the reeds
*Had so encompass'd it: I laid me down,
*And listen'd to the words she sung; for then,
*Through a small glade cut by the fishermen,
*I saw it was your daughter.

*Jailer.

Pray, go on, sir.

* Wooer. She sung much, but no sense; only I heard her

*Repeat this often, Palamon is gone,
*Is gone to th' wood to gather mulberries;
*I'll find him out to-morrow.

*1 Friend.

*Wooer. His shackles will *And what shall I do then?

Pretty soul !

betray him, he'll be taken ;
I'll bring a bevy,

*A hundred black-eyed maids that love as I do,
*With chaplets on their heads of daffodillies,
*With cherry lips, and cheeks of damask roses,
*And all we'll dance an antic1fore the Duke,
*And beg his pardon. Then she talk'd of you, sir;
*That you must lose your head to-morrow morning,
*And she must gather flowers to bury you,

*And see the house made handsome. Then she sung
*Nothing but Willow, willow, willow; 2 and between.
*Ever was, Palamon, fair Palamon,

*And, Palamon was a tall young man.
The place
*Was knee-deep where she sat; her careless tresses
*A wreath of bulrush rounded; about her stuck
*Thousand fresh water-flowers of several colours;
*That methought she appear'd like the fair nymph
*That feeds the lake with waters, or as Iris
*Newly dropt down from heaven. Rings she made
*Of rushes that grew by, and to 'em spoke
*The prettiest posies: Thus our true love's tied;
*This
you may loose, not me; and many a one :
*And then she wept, and sung again, and sigh'd,
*And with the same breath smiled, and kiss'd her hand.
#2 Friend. Alas, what pity 'tis ! 3

1 An antic probably means a comic dance; as to play the antic was to enact the buffoon. See vol. iv. page 198, note 4.

2 The same song, no doubt, that Desdemona so pathetically sings parts of. See vol. xvii. page 278, note 6.

8 The first scene of the fourth Act (by Fletcher again) contains a piece

* Wooer.

I made in to her:

*She saw me, and straight sought the flood; I saved her, *And set her safe to land: when presently

She slipt away, and to the city made,

*With such a cry, and swiftness, that, believe me,

*She left me far behind her. Three or four

*I saw from far off cross her, one of 'em

*I knew to be your brother; where she stay'd,

*And fell, scarce to be got away: I left them with her,

of description which has principally given rise to the notion that the Jailer's Daughter is a copy of Ophelia. It is a misfortune that, when a notion once becomes, as it were, stereotyped, thenceforward it stands as a bar to all inquiry. The fact is that, allowing for their both being females, and both unsettled in their senses, no two characters can be drawn more distinctly different than the Jailer's Daughter and Ophelia. To prove this, we must turn back to the first scene (ii. 1) in which the former appears. Absorbed in the contemplation of Palamon, though speaking of both the prisoners, a comparison she makes between them and her pretendu shows the current of her feelings: "Lord, the difference of men!" At her next appearance, (ii. 4) she avows in soliloquy her love for Palamon, and her determination to release him. As we proceed further, we find (ii. 6) that she has set him at liberty, but has some misgivings as to whether he will return her love. We next (iii. 2) meet with her in despair at having missed Palamon at the place she had appointed to meet him; conjuring up all kinds of fancies, and finally in terror lest her mind should sink under the weight of anguish and apprehension which oppressed it. What she feared has become a reality when (iii. 4) she appears again; and at this point we come to the description in the scene before us. Now, in all that has passed, not only the circumstances, but the springs of action, are different from those of Ophelia; and the language and sentiments are still more unlike. But the description in this scene has a certain resemblance to the circumstance of the death of Ophelia, and was probably written with that scene in view. It has no reference whatever to the character of the Jailer's Daughter; and it is the only circumstance in the whole play common to her and Ophelia. She afterwards appears upon the stage, following up her nautical fancy, in which she is humoured by her friends.-The Queen's description of the death of Ophelia is a necessary part of the play; it subserves the catastrophe; and it may even be said to forward the action instead of impeding it: on the other hand, the action of The Two Noble Kinsmen stands still while the Wooer gives a long, laboured, and perfectly unnecessary description. — HICKSON,

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