him.  One night the god Mercury appeared to him in a dream and told him to return to Athens, for in that city destiny had shaped an end of his woes.  He arose next morning and went.  He entered as a menial into the service of the Duke Theseus, and in a short time was promoted to be page of the chamber to Emily the bright.  Meanwhile, by the help of a friend, Palamon, who had drugged his jailer with spiced wine, made his escape, and, as morning began to dawn, he hid himself in a grove.  That very morning Arcite had ridden from Athens to gather some green branches to do honour to the month of May, and entered the grove in which Palamon was concealed.  When he had gathered his green branches he sat down, and, after the manner of lovers (who have no constancy of spirits), he began to pour forth his sorrows to the empty air.  Palamon, knowing his voice, started up with a white face:  ’False traitor Arcite! now I have found thee.  Thou hast deceived the Duke Theseus!  I am the lover of Emily, and thy mortal foe!  Had I a weapon, one of us should never leave this grove alive!’ ‘By God, who sitteth above!’ cried the fierce Arcite, ’were it not that thou art sick and mad for love, I would slay thee here with my own hand!  Meats, and drinks, and bedding I shall bring thee to-night, tomorrow swords and two suits of armour:  take thou the better, leave me the worse, and then let us see who can win the lady.’  ‘Agreed,’ said Palamon; and Arcite rode away in great fierce joy of heart.  Next morning, at the crowing of the cock, Arcite placed two suits of armour before him on his horse, and rode towards the grove.  When they met, the colour of their faces changed.  Each thought, ’Here comes my mortal enemy; one of us must be dead.’  Then, friend-like, as if they had been brothers, they assisted each the other to rivet on the armour; that done, the great bright swords went to and fro, and they were soon standing ankle-deep in blood.  That same morning the Duke Theseus, his wife, and Emily went forth to hunt the hart with hound and horn, and, as destiny ordered it, the chase led them to the very grove in which the knights were fighting.  Theseus, shading his eyes from the sunlight with his hand, saw them, and, spurring his horse between them, cried, ‘What manner of men are ye, fighting here without judge or officer?’ Whereupon Palamon said, ’I am that Palamon who has broken your prison; this is Arcite the banished man, who, by returning to Athens, has forfeited his head.  Do with us as you list.  I have no more to say.’  ‘You have condemned yourselves!’ cried the duke; ’by mighty Mars the red, both of you shall die!’ Then Emily and the queen fell at his feet, and, with prayers and tears and white hands lifted up, besought the lives of the young knights, which was soon granted.  Theseus began to laugh when he thought of his own young days.  ’What a mighty god is Love!’ quoth he.  ’Here are Palamon and Arcite fighting for my sister, while they know she can only marry one, Fight they ever so much, she cannot marry both.  I therefore ordain that both of you go away, and return this day year, each bringing with him a hundred knights; and let the victor in solemn tournament have Emily for wife.’  Who was glad now but Palamon! who sprang up for joy but Arcite!