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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.
    By bleeding must be cur'd. I am a Suitour,
    That to your Sword you will bequeath this plea,
    And talke of it no more.
    1445Pal. But this one word:
    You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris,
    For note you, mine she is.
    Arc, Nay then.
    Pal. Nay pray you,
    1450You talke of feeding me to breed me strength
    You are going now to looke upon a Sun
    That strengthens what it lookes on, there
    You have a vantage ore me, but enjoy't till
    I may enforce my remedy. Farewell.
    Scæna 2.
    Enter Iaylors daughter alone.
    Daugh. He has mistooke; the Beake I meant, is gone
    After his fancy, Tis now welnigh morning,
    No matter, would it were perpetuall night,
    And darkenes Lord o'th world, Harke tis a woolfe:
    1460In me hath greife slaine feare, and but for one thing
    I care for nothing, and that's Palamon.
    I wreake not if the wolves would jaw me, so
    He had this File; what if I hallowd for him?
    I cannot hallow: if I whoop'd; what then?
    1465If he not answeard, I should call a wolfe,
    And doe him but that service. I have heard
    Strange howles this live-long night, why may't not be
    They have made prey of him? he has no weapons,
    He cannot run, the Iengling of his Gives
    1470Might call fell things to listen, who have in them
    A sence to know a man unarmd, and can
    Smell where resistance is. Ile set it downe
    He's torne to peeces, they howld many together
    And then they feed on him: So much for that,
    1475Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then?
    All's char'd when he is gone, No, no I lye,
    My Father's to be hang'd for his escape,
    My selfe to beg, if I prizd life so much
    As to deny my act, but that I would not,