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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.
    Beside, I have another oth, gainst yours
    Of more authority, I am sure more love,
    Not made in passion neither, but good heede.
    2055Thes. What is it Sister?
    Per. Vrge it home brave Lady.
    Emil. That you would nev'r deny me any thing
    Fit for my modest suit, and your free granting:
    I tye you to your word now, if ye fall in't,
    2060Thinke how you maime your honour;
    (For now I am set a begging Sir, I am deafe
    To all but your compassion) how their lives
    Might breed the ruine of my name; Opinion,
    Shall any thing that loves me perish for me?
    2065That were a cruell wisedome, doe men proyne
    The straight yong Bowes that blush with thousand Blossoms
    Because they may be rotten? O Duke Theseus
    The goodly Mothers that have groand for these,
    And all the longing Maides that ever lov'd,
    2070If your vow stand, shall curse me and my Beauty,
    And in their funerall songs, for these two Cosens
    Despise my crueltie, and cry woe worth me,
    Till I am nothing but the scorne of women;
    For heavens sake save their lives, and banish 'em.
    2075Thes. On what conditions?
    Emil. Sweare 'em never more
    To make me their Contention, or to know me,
    To tread upon thy Dukedome, and to be
    Where ever they shall travel, ever strangers to one another.
    2080Pal. Ile be cut a peeces
    Before I take this oth, forget I love her?
    O all ye gods dispise me then: Thy Banishment
    I not mislike, so we may fairely carry
    Our Swords, aud cause along: else never trifle,
    2085But take our lives Duke, I must love and will,
    And for that love, must and dare kill this Cosen
    On any peece the earth has.
    Thes. Will you Arcite
    Take these conditions?
    Pal.
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