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Thes. Pray you, kneel not.

3 Queen. Oh, my petition was I was transported with your speech, and suffer'd

(Kncels to EMILIA. Your knees to wrong themselves. I've heard the Set down in ice, which, by hot grief uncandied, fortunes

Melts into drops ; so sorrow, wanting form,
Ofyour dead lords, which gives me such lamenting Is pressed with deeper matter.
As wakes my vengeance and revenge for them. Emi. Pray stand up;
King Capaneus was your lord : the day

Your grief is written in your cheek.
That he should marry you, at such a season 3 Queen. Oh, woe!
As now it is with me, I met your groom

You cannot read it there; here through my tears,
By Mars's altar; you were that time fair, Like wrinkled pebbles in a glassy stream,
Not Juno's mantle fairer than your tresses, You may behold them! Lady, lady, alack,
Nor in more bounty spread; your wheaten wreath He that will all the treasure know o' the earth
Was then nor thresh'd, nor blasted; Fortune at Must know the centre too; he that will fish
you

For my least minnow, let him lead his line Dimpled her cheek with smiles ; Hercules our To catch one at my heart. Oh, pardon me : kinsman

Extremity, that sharpens sundry wits, (Then weaker than your eyes) laid by his club, Makes me a fool. He tumbled down upon his Nemean hide, Emi. Pray you, say nothing; pray you ! And swore his sinews thaw'd: Oh! grief and Who cannot feel nor see the rain, being in't, time,

Knows neither wet nor dry. If that you were Fearful consumers, you will all devour ! The ground-piece of some painter, I would buy i Queen. Oh, I hope soine god,

you, Some god hath put bis mercy in your manhood, To instruct me 'gainst a capital grief indeed; Whereto he'll infuse power, and press you forth (Such heart-pierced demonstration !) but, alas, Our undertaker!

Being a natural sister of our sex, Thes. Oh, no knces, none, widow !

Your sorrow beats so ardently upon me, Unto the helmeted Bellona use them,

That it shall make a counter-reflect 'gainst And pray for me, your soldier.—Troubled I am. My brother's heart, and warm it to some pity,

[Turns uway. Though it were made of stone: pray have good 2 Queen. Honoured Hippolita,

comfort ! Most dreaded Amazonian, that has slain

Thes. Porward to the temple: leave not out a The scithe-tusk'd boar ; that, with thy arm as

jot strong

O'the sacred ceremony; As it is white, wast near to make the male

1 Queen. Oh, this celebration To thy sex captive; but that this thy lord Will longer last, and be more costly than (Born to uphold creation in that honour Your suppliants' war! Remember that your fame First Nature styled it in) shrunk thee into Knolls in the ear o' the world: What you do The bound thou wast o'er-flowing, at once sub

quickly duing

Is not done rashly; your first thought is more Thy force, and thy affection; soldieress, Than others' labour'd meditance ; your premediThat equally canst poise sternness with pity,

tating Who now, I know, hast much more power on

More than their actions; but, (oh Jove!) your him

actions, Than e'er he had on thee; who owest his strength, Soon as they move, as osprays do the fish, And his love too, who is a servant to

Subdue before they touch: think, dcar duke, The tenor of thy speech ; dear glass of ladies,

think
Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scorch, What beds our slain kings have !
Under the shadow of his sword may cool us ! 2 Queen. Whạt griefs our beds,
Require him he advance it o'er our heads ; That our dear lords have none !
Speak’t in a woman's key, like such a woman 3 Queen. None fit for the dead :
As any of us three; weep ere you fail;

Those that with cords, knives, drams,precipitance, Lend us'a knee;

Weary of this world's light, have to themselves
But touch the ground for us no longer time Been death's most horrid agents, human grace
Than a dove's motion, when the head's pluck’ Affords them dust and shadow.
off!

1 Queen. But our lords
Tell him, if he i'the blood-sized field lay swoln, Lie blistering 'fore the visitating sun,
Shewing the sun his teeth, grinning at the moon, And were good kings when living.
What you would do!

Thes. It is true;
Hip. Poor lady, say no more!

And I will give you comfort,
I had as lief trace this good action with you To give your dead lords graves :
As that whereto I'm going, and never yet

The which to do must make some work with Went I so willing way. My lord is taken

Creon. Heart deep with your distress : let him consider; 1 Queen. And that work now presents itself to I'll speak anon.

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Now 'twill take form; the heats are gone to With that celerity and nature, which
morrow;

She makes it in, from henceforth I'll not dare
Then bootless toil must recompence itself, To ask you any thing, nor be so hardy
With its own sweat; now he's secure,

Ever to take a husband.
Not dreams we stand before your puissance, Thes. Pray stand up;
Rinsing your holy begging in our eyes,

I am entreating of myself to do
To make petition clear.

That which you kneel to have me. Perithous,
2 Queen. Now you may take him,

Lead on the bride! Get you, and pray the gods Drunk with his victory.

For success and return; omit not any thing
3 Queen. And his army full

In the pretended celebration. Queens,
Of bread and sloth.

Follow your soldier (as before;) hence you,
Thes. Artesius, that best knowest

And at the banks of Aulis meet us with
How to draw out, fit to this enterprise

The forces you can raise, where we shall find
The primest for this proceeding, and the number The moiety of a number, for a business
To carry such a business; forth and levy More bigger look'd.Since that our theme is
Our worthiest instruments; whilst we dispatch haste,
This grand act of our life, this daring deed I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip;
Of fate and wedlock !

Sweet, keep it as my token. Set you forward; i Queen. Dowagers, take hands !

For I will see you gone.
Let us be widows to our woes ! Delay

[Exeunt towards the Temple. Commends us to a famishing hope.

Farewell, my beauteous sister! Perithous,
All. Farewell!

Keep the feast full ; bate not an hour on't !
2 Queen. We come unseasonably; but when Per. Sir,
could Grief

I'll follow you at heels: the feast's solemnity
Cull forth, as unpang’d Judgment can, fit'st time Shall want till your return.
For best solicitation?

Thes. Cousin, I charge you
Thes. Why, good ladies,

Budge not from Athens; we shall be returning
This is a service, whereto I am going,

Ere you can end this feast, of which I pray you
Greater than any war; it more imports me Make no abatement. Once more, farewell all!
Than all the actions that I have foregone,

i Queen. Thus dost thou still make good the Or futurely can cope.

tongue o' the world. 1 Queen. The more proclaiming

2 Queen. And earn’st a deity equal with Mars.
Our suit shall be neglected: When her arms, 3 Queen. If not above him; for,
Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall

Thou being but mortal, mak'st affections bend
By warranting moonlight corslet thee, oh, when To godlike honours; they themselves, some say,
Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall Groan under such a mastery.
Upon thy tasteful lips, what wilt thou think

Thes. As we are men,
of rotten kings, or blubber'd queens? what care Thus should we do; being sensually subdued,
For what thou feel'st not, what thou feel'st being We lose our humane title. Good cheer, ladies!
able

(Flourish.
To make Mars spurn his drum? Oh, if thou couch Now turn we towards your comforts. [E.reunt.
But one night with her, every hour in't will
Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and

SCENE II.
Thou shalt remember nothing more than what
That banquet bids thee to.

Enter PALAMON and ARCITE.
Hip. Though much unlike

Arc. Dear Palamon, dearer in love than blood,
You should be so transported, as much sorry And our prime cousin, yet unharden'd in
I should be such a suitor ; yet I think,

The crimes of nature; let us leave the city
Did I not, by th' abstaining of my joy,

Thebes, and the temptings in't, before we further
Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit, Sully our gloss of youth.
That craves a present med cine, I should pluck And here to keep in abstinence we shame
All ladies’ scandal on me : Therefore, sir, As in incontinence: for not to swim
As I shall here make trial of my prayers, ['the head o' the current, were almost to sink,
Either presuming them to have some force, At least to frustrate striving: and to follow
Or sentencing for ay their vigour dumb, The common stream, 'twould bring us to an eddy
Prorogue this business we are going about, and Where we should turn or drown; if labour
hang

through,
Your shield afore your heart, about that neck Our gain but life, and weakness.
Which is my fee, and which I freely lend

Pal. Your advice
To do these poor queens service.

Is cried up with example: what strange ruins,
All Queens. Oh, help now!

Since first we went to school, may we perceive
Our cause cries for
your knee.

Walking in Thebes! Scars, and bare weeds,
Emi. If you grant not

The gain o' the martialist, who did propound
y sister her petition, in that force,

To his bold ends, honour, and golden ingots,

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Which, though he won, he had not; and now From me with leeches; let them break and fall Aurted

Off me with that corruption ! By peace, for whom he fought! Who then shall Arc. Clear-spirited cousin, offer

Let's leave his court, that we may nothing share To Mars' so scorned altar? I do bleed

Of his loud infamy! for our milk
When such I meet, and wish great Juno would Will relish of the pasture, and we must
Resume her ancient fit of jealousy,

Be vile, or disobedient; not his kinsmen
To get the soldier work, that peace might purge In blood, unless in quality.
For her repletion, and retain anew

Pal. Nothing truer.
Her charitable heart, now hard, and harsher I think the echoes of his shames have deaf'd
Than strife or war could be.

The ears of heavenly justice: widows' cries Arc. Are you not out?

Descend again into their throats, and have not Meet you no ruin, but the soldier, in

Due audience of the gods.--Valerius ! The cranks and turns of Thebes ? You did begin

Enter VALERIUS. As if you met decays of many kinds: Perceive you none that do arouse your pity, Vul. The king calls for you; yet be leader But th' unconsider'd soldier?

footed, Pul, Yes; I pity

Till his great rage be off him! Phæbuis, when Decays where'er I find them; but such most, He broke his whipstock, and exclaim'd against That, sweating in an honourable toil,

The horses of the sun, but whisper’d, to Are paid with ice to cool 'em.

The loudness of his fury. Arc, 'Tis not this

Pal. Small winds shake him ; I did begin to speak of; this is virtue

But what's the matter? Of no respect in Thebes: I spake of Thebes, Vul. Theseus (who where he threats appals) How dangerous, if we will keep our honours,

hath sent It is for our residing; where every evil

Deadly defiance to him, and pronounces
Hath a good colour; where every seeming good's Ruin io Thebes; who is at hand to seal
A certain evil; where not to be even jump. The promise of his wrath.
As they are, here were to be strangers, and

Arc. Let him approach !
Such things to be mere monsters.

But that we fear the gods in him, he brings not Pal. It is in our power

A jot of terror to us : yet what man (Unless we fear that apes can tutor's) to Thirds his own worth (the case is each of ours) Be masters of our manners. What need I When that his action's dregg'd with mind assured Affect another's gait, which is not catching 'Tis bad he goes about ? Where there is faith? or to be fond upon

Pal. Leave that unreason'd: Another's way of speech, when by mine own

Our services stand now for Thebes, not Creon. I may be reasonably conceived; saved too, Yet, to be neutral to him, were dishonour, Speaking it truly? Why am I bound

Rebellious to oppose; therefore we must By any generous bond to follow him

With him stand to the mercy of our fate, Follows his tailor, haply so long, until

Who hath bounded our last minute. The follow'd make pursuit? Or let me know, Arc, So we must. Why mine own barber is unbless'd, with him Is't said this war's afoot ? or it shall be, My poor chin too, for 'tis not scissar'd just On fail of some condition? To such a favourite's glass? What canon is there Val, 'Tis in motion ; That does command my rapier from my hip, The intelligence of state came in the instant To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip-toe

With the defier. Before the street be foul? Either I am

Pal. Let's to the king; who, were he The fore-horse in the team, or I am none A quarter carrier of that honour which That draw i'the sequent trace. These poor slight His enemy comes in, the blood we venture sores

Should be as for our health; which were not spent, Need not a plantain; that which rips my bosom, Rather laid out for purchase: but, alas, Almost to the heart, is

Our hands advanced before our hearts, what will Arc. Our uncle Creon.

The fall o' the stroke do damage? Pal. He,

Arc, Let the event, A most unbounded tyrant! whose successes That never-erring arbitrator, tell us Make heaven unfear'd, and villany assured, When we know all ourselves; and let us follow Beyond its power; there's nothing almost puts The becking of our chance.

(Exeunt. Faith in a fever, and deifies alone Voluble chance—who only attributes

SCENE III.
The faculties of other instruments
To his own nerves and act; commands mens'

Enter PERITHOUS, HIPPOLITA, and EMILIA. service,

Per. No further.. And what they win in't, boot and glory too; Hip. Sir, farewell ! Repeat my wishes That fears not to do harm; good dares not let To our great lord, of whose success I dare not The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suck'd | Make any timorous question; yet I wish him

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THE TWO NÖBLÉ KÍNŠMEN.

[SHAKESPEARE

Excess ånd overflow of power, án't might be, Theirs has more ground, is more maturely sea-
To cure ill-dealing fortune. Speed to him!

son'd,
Store never hurts good governors.

More buckled with strong judgment, and their
Per. Though I know

needs
His ocean needs not my poor drops, yet they The one of th' other may be said to water
Must yield their tribute there. My precious maid, Their intertangled roots of love; but I
Those best affections that the heav'ns infuse And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things inno-
In their best-temper'd pieces, keep enthroned

cent,
In your dear heart !

Loved for we did, and like the elements
Emi. Thanks, sir. Remember me

That know not what, nor why, yet do effect
To our all-royal brother, for whose speed Rare issues by their operance; our souls
The great Bellona I'll solicit: And

Did so to one another: What she liked,
Since, in our terrene state, petitions are not Was then of me approved; what not, condemn’d,
Without gifts understood, I'll offer to her No more arraigninent; the flower that I would
What I shall be advised she likes. Our hearts

pluck
Are in his army, in his tent.

And put between my breasts, (oh, then but begin-
Hip. In's bosom!

ning
We have been soldiers, and we cannot weep To swell about the blossom) she would long
When our friends don their helms, or put to sea, Till she had such another, and commit it
Or tell of babes broach'd on the lance, or women To the like innocent cradle, where phænix-like
That have sod their infants in (and after eat them) | They died in perfume; on my head no toy
The brine they wept at killing 'em: Then if But was her pattern; her affections (pretty,
You stay to see of us such spinsters, we Though happily her careless wear, I follow'd
Should hold you here for ever.

For my most serious decking; had mine ear
Per. Peace be to you,

Stolen some new air, or at adventure humm'd one
As I pursue this war! which shall be then From musical coinage, why, it was a note
Beyond further requiring.

Exit. Whereon her spirits would sojourn, (rather dwell
Emi. How his longing

on)
Follows his friend! Since his depart, his sports, And sing it in her slumbers : This rehearsal
Though craving seriousness and skill, past slightly (Which surely innocence wots well) comes in
His careless execution, where nor gain

Like old importment's bastard; has this end,
Made him regard, or loss consider; but

That the true love 'tween maid and maid may be
Playing o'er business in his hand, another More than in sex dividual.
Directing in his head, his mind nurse equal Hip. You're out of breath;
To these so diff’ring twins. Have you observed | And this high-speeded pace is but to say,
him,

That

you shall never, like the maid Flavina, Since our great lord departed ?

Love any that's call'd man.
Hip. With much labour,

Emi. I am sure I shall not.
And I did love him fort. They two have cabin'd Hip. Now, alack, weak sister,
In many as dangerous, as poor a corner,

I must no more believe thee in this point
Peril and want contending, they have skift (Though in't I know thou dost believe thyself)
Torrents, whose roaring tyranny and power

Than I will trust a sickly appetite,
I'th' least of these was dreadful; and they have That loaths even as it longs. But sure, my sister,
Fought out together, where death's self was lodgʻd, If I were ripe for your persuasion, you
Yet fute bath brought them off. Their knot of Have said enough to shake me from the arm
love

Of the all-noble Theseus; for whose fortunes
Tied, weaved, entangled, with so true, so long,

I will now in and kneel, with great assurance,
And with a finger of so decp a cunning,

That we, more than his Perithous, possess
Nay be out-worn, never undone. I think The high throne in his heart.
Theseus cannot be umpire to himself,

Emi. I am not
Cleaving his conscience into twain, and doing Against your faith ; yet I continue mine.
Each side like justice, which he loves best.

(Exeunt.
Emi. Doubtless,
There is a best, and reason has no manners

SCENE IV.
To say it is not you. I was acquainted
Once with a time, when I enjoy'd a playfellow;

A Battle struck within; then a Retreat; flourish.

Then enter THESEUS (victor ;) the three Queens You were at wars when she the grave enrich’d,

meet him, and fall on their faces before him. Who nade too proud the bed, took leave o' the

i Queen. To thee no star be dark ! (Which then look'd pale at parting) when our 2 Queen. Both heav'n and earth

'Friend thee for ever! Was each eleven.

3 Queen. All the good that Hip. 'Twas Flavina.

Be wish'd upon thy head, I cry umen to't! Emi. Yes.

Thes. Th’impartial gods, who from the mountYou talk of Perithous' and Theseus' love:

ed heav'n's

moon

count

may

war,

View us their mortal herd, behold who err, Prisoners to us than death. Bear 'em speedily And in their time chastise. Go, and find out From our kind air (to them unkind,) and minister

The bones of your dead lords, and honour them What man to man may do; for our sake, more. With treble ceremony; rather than a gap Since I have known frights, fury, friends' beShould be in their dear rites, we would supply't.

hests, But those we will depute which shall invest Loves' provocations, zeal, a mistress task, You in your dignities, and ev'n each thing Desire of liberty, a fever, madness, Our haste does leave imperfect: So adieu, Sickness in will, or wrestling strength in reason; And heaven's good eyes look on you! What ’T hath set a mark which nature could not reachto are those ?

[Exeunt Queens. Without some imposition. For our love,
Herald. Men of great quality, as may be judged And great Apollo's mercy, all our best
By their appointment; some of Thebes have told's Their best skill tender! Lead into the city :
They're sister's children, nephews to the king. Where having bound things scatter'd, we will
Thes. By th' helm of Mars, I saw them in the

post
To Athens 'fore our army.

[Ereunt. Like to a pair of lions, succour'd with prey, Make lanes in troops aghast: I fix'd my note

SCENE V. Constantly on them; for they were a mark Worth a god's view. What prisoner was't that Enter the Queens with the hearses of their Knights, told me,

in a funeral solemnity, $c. When I enquired their names ?

Urns and odours bring away, Herald. With leave, they're called

Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Arcite and Palamon.

Our dole more deadly looks than dying! Thes. 'Tis right; those, those.

Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers, They are not dead?

Sacred vials fill'd with tears, Herald. Nor in a state of life: Had they been And clamours, through the wild air flying; taken

Come, all sad and solemn shows, When their last hurts were given, 'twas possible That are quick-eyed pleasure's foes ! They might have been recover'd, yet they breathe, We convent nought else but woes. And have the name of men.

We convent, &c. Thes. Then like men use 'em!

3 Queen. This funeral path brings to your house. The very lees of such, millions of rates, Exceed the wine of others. All our surgeons Joy seize on you again! Peace sleep with him! Convent in their behoof; our richest balms, 2 Queen. And this to yours ! Rather than niggard, waste! their lives concern us 1 Queen. Yours this way! Heavens lend Much more than Thebes is worth. Rather than A thousand different ways to one sure end. have 'em

3 Queen. This world's a city full of straying Freed of this plight, and in their morning state,

streets; Sound and at liberty, I would 'em dead; And death's the market-place, where each one But, forty thousand fold, we'd rather have 'em

meets.

(Exeunt severally,

hold graves:

ACT II.

SCENE I.

you here,

Enter Jailor and Wooer.
Jailor. I

may depart with little, while I live;
Something I may cast to you, not much. Alas,
The prison I keep, though it be for great ones, yet
They seldom come: Before one salmon, you
Shall take a number o'minnows. I am given out
To be better lined, than it can appear to me
Report is a true speaker: I would I were
Really, that I am deliver'd to be! Marry, what
I have (be't what it will) I will assure
Upon my daughter at the day o' my death,
Wooer. Sir, I demand no more than your own

offer;
And I'll estate your daughter, in what I
Have promised.

Jailor. Well, we'll talk more of this, When the solemnity is past. But have you

A full promise of her? When that shall be seen,

Enter Daughter.
I tender my consent.

Wooer. I have, sir. Here she comes.

Jailor. Your friend and I have chanced to name
On the old business: But no more o' that now.
So soon as the court-hurry is o'er, we'll have
An end of't: l’ the mean time, look tenderly.
To the two prisoners: I can tell you they're

princes.
Daugh. These strewings are for their chamber.
It is pity they are
In prison, and 'twere pity they should be out.
I do think they have patience to make any
Adversity ashamed: The prison itself is proud
of them; and they have all the world in their

chamber.

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