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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.
    Hip. Twas Flauia.
    Emil. Yes
    510You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love;
    Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond,
    More buckled with strong Iudgement. and their needes
    The one of th'other may be said to water
    2. Hearses rea-
    dy with Pala-
    mon: and Arci
    te: the 3.
    Queenes.
    Theseus: and
    his Lordes
    ready.
    Their intertangled rootes of love, but I
    515And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent,
    Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements
    That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect
    Rare issues by their operance; our soules
    Did so to one another; what she lik'd,
    520Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd
    No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plncke
    And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning
    To swell about the blossome) she would long
    Till shee had such another, and commit it
    525To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like
    They dide in perfume: on my head no toy
    But was her patterne, her affections (pretty
    Though happely, her careles, were, I followed
    For my most serious decking, had mine eare
    530Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on
    From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note
    Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on)
    And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsall
    (Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in
    535Like old importments bastard, has this end,
    That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be
    More then in sex individuall.
    Hip. Y'are ont of breath
    And this high speeded-pace, is but to say
    540That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina)
    Love any that's calld Man.
    Emil. I am sure I shall not.
    Hip. Now alacke weake Sister,
    I must no more beleeve thee in this point
    545(Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,)
    Then
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