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  • Title: Two Noble Kinsmen (Quarto, 1634)

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

    The Two Noble Kinsmen.
    Pal. Tis in our power,
    360(Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's) to
    Be Masters of our manners: what neede I
    Affect anothers gate, which is not catching
    Where there is faith, or to be fond upon
    Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne
    365I may be reasonably conceiv'd; sav'd too,
    Speaking it truly; why am I bound
    By any generous bond to follow him
    Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill
    The follow'd, make pursuit? or let me know,
    370Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him
    My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust
    To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there
    That does command my Rapier from my hip
    To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip toe
    375Before the streete be foule? Either I am
    The fore-horse in the Teame, or I am none
    That draw i'th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores,
    Neede not a plantin; That which rips my bosome
    Almost to'th heart's,
    380Arcite. Our Vncle Creon.
    Pal. He,
    A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes
    Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured
    Beyond its power: there's nothing, almost puts
    385Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone
    Voluble chance, who onely attributes
    The faculties of other Instruments
    To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service,
    And what they winne in't, boot and glory on;
    390That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let
    The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suckt
    From me with Leeches, Let them breake and fall
    Off me with that corruption.
    Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen
    395Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share,
    Of his lowd infamy: for our milke,