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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 that (me thinkes) is not so well; nor scarcely
    Could I perswade him to become a Freeman,
    He made such scruples of the wrong he did
    To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope
    1295When he considers more, this love of mine
    Will take more root within him: Let him doe
    What he will with me, so he use me kindly,
    For use me so he shall, or ile proclaime him
    And to his face, no-man: Ile presently
    1300Provide him necessaries, and packe my cloathes up.
    And where there is a path of ground Ile venture
    So hee be with me; By him, like a shadow
    Ile ever dwell; within this houre the whoobub
    Will be all ore the prison: I am then
    1305Kissing the man they looke for: farewell Father,
    Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters,
    And shortly you may keepe your selfe. Now to him.
    Actus Tertius.
    Cornets in
    sundry places,
    Noise and
    hallowing as
    people a May-
    ing.

    Scaena 1. Enter Arcite alone.
    1310Arcite. The Duke has lost Hypolita; each tooke
    A severall land. This is a solemne Right
    They owe bloomd May, and the Athenians pay it
    To'th heart of Ceremony: O Queene Emilia
    Fresher then May, sweeter
    1315Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes, or all
    Th'enamelld knackes o'th Meade, or garden, yea
    (We challenge too) the bancke of any Nymph
    That makes the streame seeme flowers; thou o Iewell
    O'th wood, o'th world, hast likewise blest a pace
    1320With thy sole presence, in thy rumination
    That I poore man might eftsoones come betweene
    And chop on some cold thought, thrice blessed chance
    To drop on such a Mistris, expectation
    most giltlesse on't: tell me O Lady Fortune
    1325(Next after Emely my Soveraigne) how far
    F2 I
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