Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)
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The Two Noble
Kinsmen.
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Actus Primus.
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Enter Hymen with a Torch burning: a Boy, in a white
40land. Then Theseus betweene two other Nimphs with
¶wheaten Chaplets on their heades. Then Hipolita the Bride,
¶ lead by Theseus, and another holding a Garland over her
¶ding up her Traine.
¶Not royall in their smels alone,
¶But in their hew.
¶Maiden Pinckes, of odour faint,
¶And sweet Time true.
¶Merry Spring times Herbinger,
¶With her bels dimme.
55Oxlips, in their Cradles growing,
¶Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,
¶Larkes-heeles trymme.
¶All deere natures children: sweete-
¶Ly fore Bride and Bridegroomes feete
Strew
Flowers.
¶Not an angle of the aire,
¶Bird melodious, or bird faire,
¶Is absent hence.
¶The Crow, the slaundrous Cuckoe, nor
65The boding Raven, nor Clough hee
¶Nor chattring Pie,
¶Or with them any discord bring
¶But from it fly.
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Enter 3. Queenes in Blacke, with vailes staind, with impe-
75Heare, and respect me.
¶And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones,
¶Heare and respect me,
¶3. Qu. Now for the love of him whom Iove hath markd
80The honour of your Bed, and for the sake
¶Of cleere virginity, be Advocate
¶All you are set downe there.
¶Hypol. Stand up.
¶Emil. No knees to me.
¶Does bind me to her.
¶The wrath of cruell Creon; who endured
¶The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Kights,
¶And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs.
95He will not suffer us to burne their bones,
¶To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence
¶Of holy Phæbus, but infects the windes
100Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword
¶That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones
¶Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them;
¶And of thy boundles goodnes take some note
¶That for our crowned heades we have no roofe,
105Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares,
¶And vault to every thing.
¶Thes. Pray you kneele not,
¶Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes
110Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting
¶As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for 'em.
¶King Capaneus, was your Lord the day
¶As now it is with me, I met your Groome,
115By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire;
¶Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe
120(Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club,
¶He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide
¶Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.
125Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood
¶Our undertaker.
¶Thes. O no knees, none Widdow,
¶Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them,
130And pray for me your Souldier.
¶Troubled I am.
turnes away.
¶2. Qu. Honoured Hypolita
135As it is white, wast neere to make the male
¶To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord
¶Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour
¶Whom now I know hast much more power on him
¶And his, Love too: who is a Servant for
¶Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch,
¶Vnder the shaddow of his Sword, may coole us:
¶Require him he advance it ore our heades;
¶Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman
150As any of us three; weepe ere you faile; lend us a knee;
¶But touch the ground for us no longer time
¶Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off:
¶Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field, lay swolne
¶Showing the Sun his Teeth; grinning at the Moone
155What you would doe.
¶I had as leife trace this good action with you
¶As that whereto I am going, and never yet
¶Went I so willing, way. My Lord is taken
¶Ile speake anon.
¶Set downe in yce, which by hot greefe uncandied
165Is prest with deeper matter.
¶Your greefe is written in your cheeke.
¶3. Qu. O woe,
¶You cannot reade it there; there through my teares,
¶You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alacke)
¶He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth
¶For my least minnow, let him lead his line
175To catch one at my heart. O pardon me,
¶Makes me a Foole.
¶Who cannot feele, nor see the raine being in't,
180Knowes neither wet, nor dry, if that you were
¶The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you
¶Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but alas
¶Being a naturall Sister of our Sex
¶My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty
¶Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort.
¶Thes. Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot
190O'th sacred Ceremony.
¶1. Qu. O This Celebration
¶Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame
¶Knowles in the care, o'th world: what you doe quickly,
¶Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating
¶More then their actions: But oh Iove, your actions
¶Subdue before they touch, thinke, deere Duke thinke
200What beds our slaine Kings have.
¶2. Qu. What greifes our beds
¶That our deere Lords have none.
¶3, Qu. None fit for'th dead:
¶Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance,
205Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves
¶Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace
¶1. Qu. But our Lords
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210And were good Kings, when living.
¶Thes. It is true. and I will give you comfort,
¶To give your dead Lords graves:
215Now twill take forme, the heates are gone to morrow.
¶Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes
220To make petition cleere.
¶2. Qu. Now you may take him,
¶Drunke with his victory.
¶3. Qu. And his Army full
¶Of Bread, and sloth.
¶How to draw out fit to this enterpise,
¶The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number
230This grand act of our life, this daring deede
¶Of Fate in wedlocke.
¶1. Qu. Dowagers, take hands
¶Let us be Widdowes to our woes, delay
¶Commends us to a famishing hope.
235All. Farewell.
¶Cull forth as unpanged judgement can, fit'st time
¶Thes. Why good Ladies,
240This is a service, whereto I am going,
¶Greater then any was; it more imports me
¶Then all the actions that I have foregone,
¶Or futurely can cope.
¶1. Qu. The more proclaiming
¶Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall
¶By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh when
¶Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke
250Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care
¶To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couch
¶But one night with her, every howre in't will
¶Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and
255Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what
¶That Banket bids thee too.
¶Hip. Though much unlike
260Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy
¶Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit
¶All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir
¶As I shall here make tryall of my prayres,
¶Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe,
¶Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang
¶Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke
¶Which is my ffee, and which I freely lend
¶All Queens. Oh helpe now
¶Our Cause cries for your knee.
¶Emil. If you grant not
¶My Sister her petition in that force,
275With that Celerity, and nature which
¶Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile not dare
¶Ever to take a Husband.
280I am entreating of my selfe to doe
¶That which you kneele to have me; Pyrithous
¶Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods
¶In the pretended Celebration: Queenes
285Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you
¶And at the banckes of Anly meete us with
¶The moytie of a number, for a busines,
¶Sweete keepe it as my Token; Set you forward
¶Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous
¶Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't.
295Pirithous. Sir
¶Shall want till your returne.
¶Boudge not from Athens; We shall be returning
300Ere you can end this Feast; of which I pray you
¶Make no abatement; once more farewell all.
¶3. Qu. If not above him, for
305Thou being but mortall makest affections bend
¶Thes. As we are men
¶Now turne we towards your Comforts.
Exeunt.
