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    The Two Noble Kinsmen
    The Two Noble Kinsmen
    The Two Noble Kinsmen
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    The Two Noble Kinsmen

    By William Shakespeare

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    Play sometimes attributed to John Fletcher and William Shakespeare. According to Wikipedia: "William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language, and are performed more often than those of any other playwright."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455372867
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      The Two Noble Kinsmen - William Shakespeare

      The Two Noble Kinsmen, A Play Attributed In Part To William Shakespeare

      published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

      established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

      Other plays partially attributed to William Shakespeare:

      Cromwell

      Edward III

      Faire Em

      Fairy Tale in Two Acts

      London Prodigal

      Merry Devil

      Puritaine Widdow

      Sir John Oldcastle

      Sir Thomas More

      Tragedy of Locrine

      All's One

      feedback welcome: info@samizdat.com

      visit us at samizdat.com

      The text is taken from C. F. Tucker Brooke's 1908 edition of THE SHAKESPEARE APOCRYPHA. Italics have been silently removed in most places, as for proper names,

      and replaced with ALL CAPS or bracketed text where appropriate.

      THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN:

      Presented at the Blackfriers

      by the Kings Maiesties servants,

      with great applause:

      Written by the memorable Worthies of their time;

      Mr. John Fletcher, Gent., and

      Mr. William Shakspeare, Gent.

      Printed at London by Tho. Cotes, for John Waterson:

      and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne

      in Pauls Church-yard. 1634.

      (The Persons represented in the Play.

      Hymen,

      Theseus,

      Hippolita, Bride to Theseus

      Emelia, Sister to Theseus

      [Emelia's Woman],

      Nymphs,

      Three Queens,

      Three valiant Knights,

      Palamon, and

      Arcite, The two Noble Kinsmen, in love with fair Emelia

      [Valerius],

      Perithous,

      [A Herald],

      [A Gentleman],

      [A Messenger],

      [A Servant],

      [Wooer],

      [Keeper],

      Jaylor,

      His Daughter, in love with Palamon

      [His brother],

      [A Doctor],

      [4] Countreymen,

      [2 Friends of the Jaylor],

      [3 Knights],

      [Nel, and other]

      Wenches,

      A Taborer,

      Gerrold, A Schoolmaster.)

      PROLOGVE.

      [Florish.]

      New Playes, and Maydenheads, are neare a kin,

      Much follow'd both, for both much mony g'yn,

      If they stand sound, and well: And a good Play

      (Whose modest Sceanes blush on his marriage day,

      And shake to loose his honour) is like hir

      That after holy Tye and first nights stir

      Yet still is Modestie, and still retaines

      More of the maid to sight, than Husbands paines;

      We pray our Play may be so; For I am sure

      It has a noble Breeder, and a pure,

      A learned, and a Poet never went

      More famous yet twixt Po and silver Trent:

      Chaucer (of all admir'd) the Story gives,

      There constant to Eternity it lives.

      If we let fall the Noblenesse of this,

      And the first sound this child heare, be a hisse,

      How will it shake the bones of that good man,

      And make him cry from under ground, 'O fan

      From me the witles chaffe of such a wrighter

      That blastes my Bayes, and my fam'd workes makes lighter

      Then Robin Hood!'  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 swim

      In this deepe water.  Do but you hold out

      Your helping hands, and we shall take about,

      And something doe to save us: You shall heare

      Sceanes, though below his Art, may yet appeare

      Worth two houres travell.  To his bones sweet sleepe:

      Content to you.  If this play doe not keepe

      A little dull time from us, we perceave

      Our losses fall so thicke, we must needs leave.  [Florish.]

      Actus Primus.

      [Scaena 1.]  (Athens.  Before a temple.)

      [Enter Hymen with a Torch burning: a Boy, in a white Robe before

       singing, and strewing Flowres: After Hymen, a Nimph, encompast

      in

       her Tresses, bearing a wheaten Garland.  Then Theseus betweene

       two other Nimphs with wheaten Chaplets on their heades.  Then

       Hipolita the Bride, lead by Pirithous, and another holding a

       Garland over her head (her Tresses likewise hanging.)  After

       her Emilia holding up her Traine.  (Artesius and Attendants.)]

      The Song,  [Musike.]

      Roses their sharpe spines being gon,

      Not royall in their smels alone,

      But in their hew.

      Maiden Pinckes, of odour faint,

      Dazies smel-lesse, yet most quaint

      And sweet Time true.

      Prim-rose first borne child of Ver,

      Merry Spring times Herbinger,

      With her bels dimme.

      Oxlips, in their Cradles growing,

      Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,

      Larkes-heeles trymme.

      All deere natures children sweete,

      Ly fore Bride and Bridegroomes feete,  [Strew Flowers.]

      Blessing their sence.

      Not an angle of the aire,

      Bird melodious, or bird faire,

      Is absent hence.

      The Crow, the slaundrous Cuckoe, nor

      The boding Raven, nor Chough hore

      Nor chattring Pie,

      May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing,

      Or with them any discord bring,

      But from it fly.

      [Enter 3. Queenes in Blacke, with vailes staind, with imperiall

       Crownes.  The 1. Queene fals downe at the foote of Theseus; The

       2. fals downe at the foote of Hypolita.  The 3. before Emilia.]

      1. QUEEN.

      For pitties sake and true gentilities,

      Heare, and respect me.

      2. QUEEN.

      For your Mothers sake,

      And as you wish your womb may thrive with faire ones,

      Heare and respect me.

      3. QUEEN

      Now for the love of him whom Iove hath markd

      The honour of your Bed, and for the sake

      Of cleere virginity, be Advocate

      For us, and our distresses.  This good deede

      Shall raze you out o'th Booke of Trespasses

      All you are set downe there.

      THESEUS.

      Sad Lady, rise.

      HIPPOLITA.

      Stand up.

      EMILIA.

      No knees to me.

      What woman I may steed that is distrest,

      Does bind me to her.

      THESEUS.

      What's your request?  Deliver you for all.

      1. QUEEN.

      We are 3. Queenes, whose Soveraignes fel before

      The wrath of cruell Creon; who endured

      The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Kights,

      And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of Thebs.

      He will not suffer us to burne their bones,

      To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offence

      Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye

      Of holy Phoebus, but infects the windes

      With stench of our slaine Lords.  O pitty, Duke:

      Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword

      That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones

      Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them;

      And of thy boundles goodnes take some note

      That for our crowned heades we have no roofe,

      Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares,

      And vault to every thing.

      THESEUS.

      Pray you, kneele not:

      I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd

      Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes

      Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting

      As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for'em,

      King Capaneus was your Lord: the day

      That he should marry you, at such a season,

      As now it is with me, I met your Groome,

      By Marsis Altar; you were that time faire,

      Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses,

      Nor in more bounty spread her.  Your wheaten wreathe

      Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you

      Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman

      (Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club,

      He tumbled downe upon his Nemean hide

      And swore his sinews thawd: O greife, and time,

      Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure.

      1. QUEEN.

      O, I hope some God,

      Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood

      Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth

      Our undertaker.

      THESEUS.

      O no knees, none, Widdow,

      Vnto the Helmeted Belona use them,

      And pray for me your Souldier.

      Troubled I am.  [turnes away.]

      2. QUEEN.

      Honoured Hypolita,

      Most dreaded Amazonian, that hast slaine

      The Sith-tuskd Bore; that with thy Arme as strong

      As it is white, wast neere to make the male

      To thy Sex captive, but that this thy Lord,

      Borne to uphold Creation in that honour

      First nature stilde it in, shrunke thee into

      The bownd thou wast ore-flowing, at once subduing

      Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse

      That equally canst poize sternenes with pitty,

      Whom now I know hast much more power on him

      Then ever

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