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Author: William Shakespeare
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Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)

The Two Noble Kinsmen.
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 mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye
Of holy Phæbus, but infects the windes
With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke,
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,
I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd
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
That he should marry you, at such a season,
As now it is with me, I met your Groome,
115By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire;
Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses,
Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe
Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you
Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman
120(Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club,
He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide
And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time,
Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.
1, Qu. O I hope some God,
125Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood
Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth
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.
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