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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.
    3300The blissefull dew of heaven do's arowze you.
    The powerfull Venus, well hath grac'd her Altar,
    And given you your love: Our Master Mars
    Hast vouch'd his Oracle, and to Arcite gave
    The grace of the Contention: So the Deities
    3305Have shewd due justice: Beare this hence.
    Pal. O Cosen,
    That we should things desire, which doe cost us
    The losse of our desire; That nought could buy
    Deare love, but losse of deare love.
    3310Thes. Never Fortune
    Did play a subtler Game: The conquerd triumphes,
    The victor has the Losse: yet in the passage,
    The gods have beene most equall: Palamon,
    Your kinseman hath confest the right o'th Lady
    3315Did lye in you, for you first saw her, and
    Even then proclaimd your fancie: He restord her
    As your stolne Iewell, and desir'd your spirit
    To send him hence forgiven; The gods my justice
    Take from my hand, and they themselves become
    3320The Executioners: Leade your Lady off;
    And call your Lovers from the stage of death,
    Whom I adopt my Frinds. A day or two
    Let us looke sadly, and give grace unto
    The Funerall of Arcite, in whose end
    3325The visages of Bridegroomes weele put on
    And smile with Palamon; for whom an houre,
    But one houre since, I was as dearely sorry,
    As glad of Arcite: and am now as glad,
    As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers,
    3330What things you make of us? For what we lacke
    We laugh, for what we have, are sorry still,
    Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefull
    For that which is, and with you leave dispute
    That are above our question: Let's goe off,
    3335And beare us like the time. Florish. Exeunt.
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