Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)
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The Two Noble Kinsmen.
¶The liverie of the warlike Maide appeares,
¶Pure red, and white, for yet no beard has blest him.
¶And in his rowling eyes, sits victory,
2470As if she ever ment to corect his valour:
¶His red lips, after fights, are fit for Ladies.
2475Sounds like a Trumpet; All his lyneaments
¶His age some five and twenty.
¶Mess. Ther's another,
¶As great as any: fairer promises
¶In such a Body, yet I never look'd on.
¶Per. O, he that's freckle fac'd?
2485Are they not sweet ones?
¶Per. Yes they are well.
¶Mess. Me thinkes,
¶Great, and fine art in nature, he's white hair'd,
2490Not wanton white, but such a manly colour
¶Next to an aborne, tough, and nimble set,
¶Gently they swell, like women new conceav'd,
2495Which speakes him prone to labour, never fainting
¶But when he stirs, a Tiger; he's gray eyd,
¶To spy advantages, and where he finds 'em,
2500He's swift to make 'em his: He do's no wrongs,
¶Nor takes none; he's round fac'd, and when he smiles
¶He showes a Lover, when he frownes, a Souldier:
¶About his head he weares the winners oke,
¶And in it stucke the favour of his Lady:
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