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Book, page 41 / 155 I must doe so; I love her with my soule: If that will lose ye, farewell, Palamon; I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine I am as worthy and as free a lover, And have as just a title to her beauty As any Palamon or any living That is a mans Sonne. PALAMON. Have I cald thee friend? ARCITE. Yes, and have found me so; why are you mov'd thus? Let me deale coldly with you: am not I Part of your blood, part of your soule? you have told me That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite. PALAMON. Yes. ARCITE. Am not I liable to those affections, Those joyes, greifes, angers, feares, my friend shall suffer? PALAMON. Ye may be. ARCITE. Why, then, would you deale so cunningly, So strangely, so vnlike a noble kinesman, To love alone? speake truely: doe you thinke me Vnworthy of her sight? PALAMON.
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