Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)
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The Two Noble Kinsmen.
¶At the sharpe Rowell, which he freats at rather
¶Then any jot obaies; seekes all foule meanes
3265His Lord, that kept it bravely: when nought serv'd,
¶When neither Curb would cracke, girth breake nor diffring
(plunges
¶Dis-roote his Rider whence he grew, but that
¶He kept him tweene his legges, on his hind hoofes
¶
on end he stands
3270That Arcites leggs being higher then his head
¶Seem'd with strange art to hang: His victors wreath
¶Even then fell off his head: and presently
¶Backeward the Iade comes ore, and his full poyze
¶Becomes the Riders loade: yet is he living,
¶
Enter Theseus, Hipolita, Emilia, Arcite, in a chaire.
3280The gods are mightie Arcite, if thy heart,
¶Thy worthie, manly heart be yet unbroken:
¶Give me thy last words, I am Palamon,
¶One that yet loves thee dying.
¶Arc. Take Emilia
3285And with her, all the worlds joy: Reach thy hand,
¶Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen:
¶Take her: I die.
¶Thou art a right good man, and while I live,
¶This day I give to teares.
¶Pal. And I to honour.
¶I sundred you, acknowledge to the gods
¶Our thankes that you are living:
¶His part is playd, and though it were too short
¶He did it well: your day is lengthned, and,
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