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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.
    170Like wrinckled peobles in a glasse streame
    You may behold 'em (Lady, Lady, alacke)
    He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth
    Must know the Center too; he that will fish
    For my least minnow, let him lead his line
    175To catch one at my heart. O pardon me,
    Extremity that sharpens sundry wits
    Makes me a Foole.
    Emili. Pray you say nothing, pray you,
    Who cannot feele, nor see the raine being in't,
    180Knowes neither wet, nor dry, if that you were
    The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you
    T'instruct me gainst a Capitall greefe indeed
    Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but alas
    Being a naturall Sister of our Sex
    185Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me,
    That it shall make a counter reflect gainst
    My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty
    Though it were made of stone: pray have good comfort.
    Thes. Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot
    190O'th sacred Ceremony.
    1. Qu. O This Celebration
    Will long last, and be more costly then,
    Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame
    Knowles in the care, o'th world: what you doe quickly,
    195Is not done rashly; your first thought is more.
    Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating
    More then their actions: But oh Iove, your actions
    Soone as they mooves as Asprayes doe the fish,
    Subdue before they touch, thinke, deere Duke thinke
    200What beds our slaine Kings have.
    2. Qu. What greifes our beds
    That our deere Lords have none.
    3, Qu. None fit for'th dead:
    Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance,
    205Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves
    Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace
    Affords them dust and shaddow.
    1. Qu. But our Lords
    B3
    Lie