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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.
    And the enjoying of our greefes together.
    Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish
    If I thinke this our prison.
    765Pala. Certeinly,
    Tis a maine goodnes Cosen, that our fortunes
    Were twyn'd together; tis most true, two soules
    Put in two noble Bodies, let'em suffer
    The gaule of hazard, so they grow together,
    770Will never sincke, they must not, say they could,
    A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done.
    Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place
    That all men hate so much?
    Pal. How gentle Cosen?
    775Arc. Let's thinke this prison, holy sanctuary,
    To keepe us from corruption of worse men,
    We are young and yet desire the waies of honour,
    That liberty and common Conversation
    The poyson of pure spirits; might like women
    780Wooe us to wander from. What worthy blessing
    Can be but our Imaginations
    May make it ours? And heere being thus together,
    We are an endles mine to one another;
    We are one anothers wife, ever begetting
    785New birthes of love; we are father, friends, acquaintance,
    We are in one another, Families,
    I am your heire, and you are mine: This place
    Is our Inheritance: no hard Oppressour
    Dare take this from us; here with a little patience
    790We shall live long, and loving: No surfeits seeke us:
    The hand of war hurts none here, nor the Seas
    Swallow their youth: were we at liberty,
    A wife might part us lawfully, or busines,
    Quarrels consume us, Envy of ill men
    795Crave our acquaintance, I might sicken Cosen,
    Where you should never know it, and so perish
    Without your noble hand to close mine eies,
    Or praiers to the gods; a thousand chaunces
    Were we from hence, would seaver us.
    D3 Pal.