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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.
    Know not: Looke yonder they are; that's
    Arcite lookes out.
    690Daugh. No Sir, no, that's Palamon: Arcite is the
    Lower of the twaine; you may perceive a part
    Of him.
    Iai. Goe too, leave your pointing; they would not
    Make us their object; out of their sight.
    695Daugh. It is a holliday to looke on them: Lord, the
    Diffrence of men.
    Scæna 2.
    Enter Palamon, and Arcite in prison.

    Pal. How doe you Noble Cosen?
    Arcite. How doe you Sir?
    700Pal. Why strong inough to laugh at misery,
    And beare the chance of warre yet, we are prisoners
    I feare for ever Cosen.
    Arcite. I beleeve it,
    And to that destiny have patiently
    705Laide up my houre to come.
    Pal. Oh Cosen Arcite,
    Where is Thebs now? where is our noble Country?
    Where are our friends, and kindreds? never more
    Must we behold those comforts, never see
    710The hardy youthes strive for the Games of honour
    (Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies)
    Like tall Ships under saile: then start among'st 'em
    And as an Eastwind leave 'em all behinde us,
    Like lazy Clowdes, whilst Palamon and Arcite,
    715Even in the wagging of a wanton leg
    Out-stript the peoples praises, won the Garlands,
    Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. O never
    Shall we two exercise, like Twyns of honour,
    Our Armes againe, and feele our fyry horses
    720Like proud Seas under us, our good Swords, now
    (Better the red-eyd god of war nev'r were)
    Bravishd our sides, like age must run to rust,
    And decke the Temples of those gods that hate us,