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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)

    Scæna 3.
    Enter Arcite, with Meate, Wine, and Files.
    Arc. I should be neere the place, hoa. Cosen Palamon.
    Enter Palamon.
    Pal. Arcite.
    Arc. The same: I have brought you foode and files,
    1500Come forth and feare not, her'es no Theseus.
    Pal. Not none so honest Arcite.
    Arc. That's no matter,
    Wee'l argue that hereafter: Come take courage,
    You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drinke
    1505I know you are faint, then ile talke further with you.
    Pal. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me.
    Arc. I might.
    But I must feare you first: Sit downe, and good now
    No more of these vaine parlies; let us not
    1510Having our ancient reputation with us
    Make talke for Fooles, and Cowards, To your health, &c.
    Pal. Doe.
    Arc. Pray sit downe then, and let me entreate you
    By all the honesty and honour in you,
    1515No mention of this woman,t' will disturbe us,
    We shall have time enough.
    Pal. Well Sir, Ile pledge you.
    Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good
    Doe not you feele it thaw you?
    1520Pal. Stay, Ile tell you after a draught or two more.
    Arc. Spare it not, the Duke has more Cuz: Eate now.
    Pal. Yes.
    Arc. I am glad you have so good a stomach.
    Pal. I am gladder I have so good meate too't.
    1525Arc. Is't not mad lodging, here in the wild woods Cosen
    Pal. Yes, for then that have wilde Consciences.
    Arc. How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce
    Pal. Not much.
    But if it did, yours is too tart: sweete Cosen: what is this?
    1530Arc. Venison.
    Pal. Tis a lusty meate:
    Giue me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches
    We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter.
    Doe you remember her?
    1535Arc. After you Cuz.
    Pal. She lov'd a black-haird man.
    Arc. She did so; well Sir.
    Pal. And I have heard some call him Arcite. and
    Arc. Out with't faith.
    1540Pal. She met him in an Arbour:
    What did she there Cuz? play o'th virginals?
    Arc. Something she did Sir.
    Pal. Made her groane a moneth for't; or 2. or 3. or 10.
    Arc. The Marshals Sister,
    1545Had her share too, as I remember Cosen,
    Else there be tales abroade, you'l pledge her?
    Pal. Yes.
    Arc. A pretty broune wench t'is-There was a time
    When yong men went a hunting, and a wood,
    1550And a broade Beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho.
    Pal. For Emily, upon my life; Foole
    Away with this straind mirth; I say againe
    That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen,
    Dar'st thou breake first?
    1555Arc. you are wide.
    Pal. By heaven and earth, ther's nothing in thee honest.
    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-
    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.
    Pal. If he keepe touch, he dies for't.