Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)
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Palamon.
¶Doct. Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her?
¶Wooer. O very much; The maids that hept her company
¶Have halfe perswaded her that I am Palamon; within this
¶Doct. Twas well done; twentie times had bin far better,
¶For there the cure lies mainely.
2840She would watch with me to night, for well she knew
¶What houre my fit would take me.
¶And when your fit comes, fit her home,
¶And presently.
¶Wooer. No.
¶Doct. Twas very ill done then,
2850Wooer. Alas
¶I have no voice Sir, to confirme her that way.
¶If she intreate againe, doe any thing,
2855Iaylor. Hoa there Doctor.
¶Doctor. Yes in the waie of cure.
¶I'th way of honestie.
¶She has the path before her.
¶Iaylor. Thanke yee Doctor.
¶Doctor. Pray bring her in
¶Iaylor. I will, and tell her
¶Her Palamon staies for her: But Doctor,
¶Me thinkes you are i'th wrong still.
Exit Iaylor.
¶Wooer. She's eighteene.
¶Doctor. She may be,
2875But that's all one, tis nothing to our purpose,
¶What ere her Father saies, if you perceave
¶Her moode inclining that way that I spoke of
¶Videlicet, the way of flesh, you have me.
¶Wooer. Yet very well Sir.
¶And doe it home, it cures her ipso facto,
¶The mellencholly humour that infects her.
¶Wooer. I am of your minde Doctor.
¶
Enter Iaylor, Daughter, Maide.
¶And has done this long houre, to visite you.
¶Daughter. I thanke him for his gentle patience,
¶He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him,
¶Iaylor. Yes.
¶Daugh. How doe you like him?
¶Iaylor. He's a very faire one.
2895Iaylor. No.
¶Daugh. I have often.
¶He daunces very finely, very comely,
¶And for a Iigge, come cut and long taile to him,
¶He turnes ye like a Top.
2900Iaylor. That's fine indeede.
¶Daugh. Hee'l dance the Morris twenty mile an houre,
¶And gallops to the turne of Light a'love,
2905What thinke you of this horse?
¶I thinke he might be broght to play at Tennis.
¶Daugh. Alas that's nothing.
¶Iaylor. Can he write and reade too.
¶Of all his hay and provender: That Hostler
¶The Chestnut Mare the Duke has?
¶Iaylor. Very well.
¶Daugh. Some two hundred Bottles,
¶And twenty strike of Oates, but hee'l ne're have her;
2920He lispes in's neighing able to entice
¶A Millars Mare,
¶Hee'l be the death of her.
¶How doe ye? that's a fine maide, ther's a curtsie.
¶How far is't now to'th end o'th world my Masters?
¶Doctor. Why a daies Iorney wench.
2930Daugh. Will you goe with me?
¶What is there else to doe?
¶Wooer. I am content
2935If we shall keepe our wedding there.
¶Daugh. Tis true
¶To marry us, for here they are nice, and foolish;
¶Are not you Palamon?
¶Wooer. Doe not you know me?
¶Daugh. Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothing
2945But this pore petticoate, and too corse Smockes.
¶Wooer. That's all one, I will have you.
¶Wooer. Yes by this faire hand will I.
¶Daugh. Wee'l to bed then.
2950Wooer. Ev'n when you will.
¶Daugh. O Sir, you would faine be nibling.
¶And will perfume me finely against the wedding.
2955Is not this your Cosen Arcite?
¶And I am glad my Cosen Palamon
¶Has made so faire a choice.
¶Daugh. Doe you thinke hee'l have me?
2960Doctor. Yes without doubt.
¶Iaylor. Yes.
¶My Palamon I hope will grow too finely
2965Now he's at liberty: Alas poore Chicken
¶He was kept downe with hard meate, and ill lodging
¶
Enter a Messenger.
2970That ev'r was seene.
¶Iaylor. Are they i'th Field?
¶Mess. They are
¶You beare a charge there too.
2975I must ev'n leave you here.
¶Doctor. Nay wee'l goe with you,
¶I will not loose the Fight.
¶Iaylor. How did you like her?
2980Ile make her right againe. You must not from her
¶Wooer. I will
¶Doc. Lets get her in.
2985And then weele play at Cardes.
¶Wooer. A hundred times
¶Daugh. And twenty.
¶Wooer. I and twenty.
¶Doc. Take her offer.
¶Wooer. Yes marry will we.
