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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.
    Arc, Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now:
    Pal. As thou makst me, Traytour.
    Arc. Ther's all things needfull, files and shirts, and, per-(fumes:
    1560Ile come againe some two howres hence, and bring
    That that shall quiet all,
    Pal. A Sword and Armour.
    Arc. Feare me not; you are now too fowle; farewell.
    Get off your Trinkets, you shall want nought;
    1565Pal. Sir ha:
    Arc. Ile heare no more. Exit.
    Pal. If he keepe touch, he dies for't. Exit.
    Scaena 4. Enter Iaylors daughter.
    Daugh. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too,
    1570The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets:
    The Sun has seene my Folly: Palamon;
    Alas no; hees in heaven; where am I now?
    Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles
    And ther's a Rocke lies watching under water;
    1575Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now,
    Ther's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry?
    Vpon her before the winde, you'l loose all els:
    Vp with a course or two, and take about Boyes.
    Good night, good night, y'ar gone; I am very hungry,
    1580Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me
    Newes from all parts o'th world, then would I make
    A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle
    By east and North East to the King of Pigmes,
    For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father
    1585Twenty to one is trust up in a trice
    To morrow morning, Ile say never a word.
    Sing.
    For ile cut my greene coat, afoote above my knee,
    And ile clip my yellow lockes; an inch below mine eie.
    1590hey, nonny, nonny, nonny,
    He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride
    And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide
    hey nonny, nonny, nonny.
    O for a pricke now like a Nightingale, to put my breast
    Against.