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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.
    Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne:
    Duke, if we have pleasd three too
    1750And have done as good Boyes should doe,
    Give us but a tree or twaine
    For a Maypole, and againe
    Ere another yeare run out,
    Wee'l make thee laugh and all this rout.
    1755Thes. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart.
    Hip. Never so pleasd Sir.
    Emil. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface
    I never heard a better.
    Thes. Schoolemaster, I thanke yon, One see'em all re-
    1760Per. And heer's something to paint your Pole withall.
    Thes. Now to our sports againe.
    Sch. May the Stag thou huntst stand long,
    And thy dogs be swift and strong:
    May they kill him without lets,
    1765And the Ladies eate his dowsets: Come we are all made.
    Winde Hornes.
    Dij Deæq; omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches.
    Scæna 7.
    Enter Palamon from the Bush.
    Pal. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith
    1770To visit me againe, and with him bring
    Two Swords, and two good Armors; if he faile
    He's neither man, nor Souldier; when he left me
    I did not thinke a weeke could have restord
    My lost strength to me, I was growne so low,
    1775And Crest-falne with my wants; I thanke thee Arcite,
    Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe
    With this refreshing, able once againe
    To out dure danger: To delay it longer
    Would make the world think when it comes to hearing,
    1780That I lay fatting like a Swine, to fight
    And not a Souldier: Therefore this blest morning
    Shall be the last; and that Sword he refutes,
    If it but hold, I kill him with; tis Iustice:
    So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow.
    Enter Arcite with Armors and Swords.