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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.
    Emil. That were a shame Sir,
    While I have horses: take your choice, and what
    1255You want at any time, let me but know it;
    If you serve faithfully, I dare assure you
    You'l finde a loving Mistris.
    Arc. If I doe not,
    Let me finde that my Father ever hated,
    1260Disgrace, and blowes.
    Thes. Go leade the way; you have won it:
    It shall be so; you shall receave all dues
    Fit for the honour you have won; Twer wrong else,
    Sister, beshrew my heart, you have a Servant,
    1265That if I were a woman, would be Master,
    But you are wise. Florish.
    Emil. I hope too wise for that Sir. Exeunt omnes.
    Scaena 6. Enter Iaylors Daughter alone.
    Daughter. Let all the Dukes, and all the divells rore,
    1270He is at liberty: I have venturd for him,
    And out I have brought him to a little wood
    A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar
    Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane
    Fast by a Brooke, and there he shall keepe close,
    1275Till I provide him Fyles, and foode, for yet
    His yron bracelets are not off. O Love
    What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father
    Durst better have indur'd cold yron, than done it:
    I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason,
    1280Or wit, or safetie: I have made him know it
    I care not, I am desperate, If the law
    Finde me, and then condemne me for't; some wenches,
    Some honest harted Maides, will sing my Dirge.
    And tell to memory, my death was noble,
    1285Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes,
    I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot
    Be so unmanly, as to leave me here,
    If he doe, Maides will not so easily
    Trust men againe: And yet he has not thank'd me
    1290For what I have done: no not so much as kist me,
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