The next morning, Arcite was riding along, singing in the sunshine. He got down from his horse, and he started to walk through the wood. Palamon was hiding there. Arcite sat down. He said, “Emily is still far away from me. I have in me the blood of kings, but I’m only a servant to Theseus. I’m not even called by my own name. My love for Emily makes me sad; all my sadness has come from my love for Emily.”