I never saw 'em.

IAILOR.

The Duke himselfe came privately in the night,

[Enter Palamon, and Arcite, above.]

and so did they: what the reason of it is, I know not: Looke,
yonder
they are! that's Arcite lookes out.

DAUGHTER.

No, Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the lower of the twaine;
you
may perceive a part of him.

IAILOR.

Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not make us their
object;
out of their sight.

DAUGHTER.

It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the diffrence of men!
[Exeunt.]