The cry is'Arcite', and 'victory', harke: 'Arcite, victory! Tis right: those, those.
And pitch between her armes to anger thee. [Exeunt. Two Noble Kinsmen, Quarto, 1634 (Old-spelling transcription) Facsimiles The Two Noble Kinsmen, Quarto 1 < Scenes. [They give their purses.]. No, Sir, not well.Tis too true, she is mad. [Exeunt.]. Thou dar'st not, foole, thou canst not, thou art feeble.Put my head out? Though much unlike [Kneeling. Here Love himselfe sits smyling,Iust such another wanton GanimeadSet Jove a fire with, and enforcd the godSnatch up the goodly Boy, and set him by himA shining constellation: What a brow,Of what a spacious Majesty, he carries!Arch'd like the great eyd Iuno's, but far sweeter,Smoother then Pelops Shoulder! Set you forward,For I will see you gone. All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i'th breech on's, and heere ilebe and there ile be, for our Towne, and here againe, and thereagaine:ha, Boyes, heigh for the weavers.
Begd with such hansom pitty, that the DukeMe thought stood staggering, whether he should followHis rash oth, or the sweet compassionOf those two Ladies; and to second them,That truely noble Prince Perithous,Halfe his owne heart, set in too, that I hopeAll shall be well: Neither heard I one questionOf your name or his scape. I fixt my noteConstantly on them; for they were a markeWorth a god's view: what prisoner was't that told meWhen I enquired their names? … Wel, we will talke more of this, when the solemnity is past. tis a benefit,A mercy I must thanke 'em for, but banishdThe free enjoying of that face I die for,Oh twas a studdied punishment, a deathBeyond Imagination: Such a vengeanceThat, were I old and wicked, all my sinsCould never plucke upon me. What are those? Tis too true, Arcite. Come, Ile goe visit 'em: I cannot stay,Their fame has fir'd me so; Till they appeare.Good Friend, be royall. [Exit Iaylor. The three queens take farewell of each other as the bodies of their dead husbands are carried off for separate…, The keeper of a jail in Athens discusses the terms of his daughter’s dowry with her wooer. When the countrywomen arrive,…, Arcite arrives in the forest with armor and swords.
Sir,Ile follow you at heeles; The Feasts solempnityShall want till your returne. The jailer’s daughter, a character added by the playwrights, is infatuated with Palamon and helps him escape. O sacred, shadowie, cold and constant Queene,Abandoner of Revells, mute, contemplative,Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pureAs windefand Snow, who to thy femall knightsAlow'st no more blood than will make a blush,Which is their orders robe: I heere, thy Priest,Am humbled fore thine Altar; O vouchsafe,With that thy rare greene eye, which never yetBeheld thing maculate, looke on thy virgin;And, sacred silver Mistris, lend thine eare(Which nev'r heard scurrill terme, into whose portNe're entred wanton found,) to my petitionSeasond with holy feare: This is my lastOf vestall office; I am bride habited,But mayden harted, a husband I have pointed,But doe not know him; out of two I shouldChoose one and pray for his successe, but IAm guiltlesse of election: of mine eyes,Were I to loose one, they are equall precious,I could doombe neither, that which perish'd shouldGoe too't unsentenc'd: Therefore, most modest Queene,He of the two Pretenders, that best loves meAnd has the truest title in't, Let himTake off my wheaten Gerland, or else grantThe fyle and qualitie I hold, I mayContinue in thy Band. Yes.You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love;Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond,More buckled with strong Iudgement and their needesThe one of th'other may be said to water [2. To his bones sweet sleepe:Content to you. ]Harke, how yon spurs to spirit doe inciteThe Princes to their proofe!
Arcite may win me,And yet may Palamon wound Arcite toThe spoyling of his figure.
Would I might end first:What sinnes have I committed, chast Diana,That my unspotted youth must now be soyldWith blood of Princes? another, 'this fire!' By'th Helme of Mars, I saw them in the war,Like to a paire of Lions, smeard with prey,Make lanes in troopes agast. In's bosome:We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepeWhen our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea,Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or womenThat have sod their Infants in (and after eate them)The brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then ifYou stay to see of us such Spincsters, weShould hold you here for ever. Let us bid farewell;And with our patience anger tottring Fortune,Who at her certain'st reeles. O that now, that nowThy false-selfe and thy friend had but this fortune,To be one howre at liberty, and graspeOur good Swords in our hands! [Exeunt towards the Temple. Men of great quality, as may be judgdBy their appointment; Sone of Thebs have told'sThey are Sisters children, Nephewes to the King. O Love, this onlyFrom this howre is Complexion: Lye there, Arcite,Thou art a changling to him, a meere Gipsey,And this the noble Bodie.
Wi'leave, they'r called Arcite and Palamon. (Artesius and Attendants.)]. This is the feare we bring;For to say Truth, it were an endlesse thing,And too ambitious, to aspire to him,Weake as we are, and almost breathlesse swimIn this deepe water. Tis in motionThe intelligence of state came in the instantWith the defier. I doe not thinke she was very well, for nowYou make me minde her, but this very dayI ask'd her questions, and she answered meSo farre from what she was, so childishly,So sillily, as if she were a foole,An Inocent, and I was very angry.But what of her, Sir?
Looke where shee comes, you shall perceive her behaviour. Arcite and Palamon, Theban knights and devoted cousins, are imprisoned in Athens. As before, hence you [to Artesius]And at the banckes of Aulis meete us withThe forces you can raise, where we shall findeThe moytie of a number, for a businesMore bigger look't. Then Theseus betweene two other Nimphs with wheaten Chaplets on their heades. Y'are out of breathAnd this high speeded pace, is but to sayThat you shall never like the Maide FlavinaLove any that's calld Man.
there were no womanWorth so composd a Man: their single share,Their noblenes peculier to them, givesThe prejudice of disparity, values shortnes, [Cornets. Show all files, Uploaded by
In his handHe beares a charging Staffe, embost with silver. [Showt, and Cornets: Crying, 'aPalamon.']. O no knees, none, Widdow,Vnto the Helmeted Belona use them,And pray for me your Souldier.Troubled I am. Come, your Love Palamon staies for you, childe,And has done this long houre, to visite you. The Two Noble Kinsmen was first printed in 1634 as a quarto titled The two noble kinsmen: presented at the Blackfriers by the Kings Maiesties servants, with great applause: written by the memorable worthies of their time. [Enter 3. Bring 'em inQuickly, By any meanes; I long to see 'em.--Your two contending Lovers are return'd,And with them their faire Knights: Now, my faire Sister,You must love one of them.