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    The Two Noble Kinsmen
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    The Two Noble Kinsmen

    By William Shakespeare

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    Honor and Dignity-- Two Noble Kinsmen is based on Geoffrey Chaucer's the Knight's Tale. Three queens ask Theseus and Hippolyta to avenge the deaths of their husbands at the hands of the tyrant Creon of Thebes. Theseus agrees and wages a war that changes the fate of many those involved. The play ends with a public tournament. Come all sad, and solemn shows, That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes; We convent nought else but woes. We convent nought else but woes.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilder Publications, Inc.
    Release dateJun 10, 2015
    ISBN9781627556927
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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

      by William Shakespeare

      (with John Fletcher)

      Wilder Publications, Inc.

      Copyright © 2014

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

      Manufactured in the United States of America

      10   9   8   7   6   5   4   3   2   1

      ISBN 978-1-62755-692-7

      Dramatis Personae

      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 SCHOOLMASTERMAN:

      Table of Contents

      Dramatis Personae

      ACT I

      PROLOGE

      ACT I. SCENE I. (Athens. Before a temple.)

      ACT I. SCENE II. (Thebs).

      ACT I. SCENE III. (Before the gates of Athens.)

      ACT I. SCENE IV. (A field before Thebes. Dead bodies lying on the ground.)

      ACT I. SCENE V. (Another part of the same.)

      ACT II

      ACT II. SCENE I. (Athens. A garden, with a prison in the background.)

      ACT II. SCENE II. (The prison)

      ACT II. SCENE III. (The country near Athens.)

      ACT II. SCENE IV. (Athens. A room in the prison.)

      ACT II. SCENE V. (An open place in Athens.)

      ACT II. SCENE VI. (Before the prison.)

      ACT III

      ACT III. SCENE I. (A forest near Athens.)

      ACT III. SCENE II. (Another Part of the forest.)

      ACT III. SCENE III. (Same as Scene I.)

      ACT III. SCENE IV. (Another part of the forest.)

      ACT III. SCENE V. (Another part of the forest.)

      ACT III. SCENE VI. (Same as Scene III.)

      ACT IV

      ACT IV. SCENE I. (Athens. A room in the prison.)

      ACT IV. SCENE II. (A Room in the Palace.)

      ACT IV. SCENE III. (A room in the prison.)

      ACT V

      ACT V. SCENE I. (Before the Temples of Mars, Venus, and Diana.)

      ACT V. SCENE II. (A darkened Room in the Prison.)

      ACT V. SCENE III. (A Place near the Lists.)

      ACT V. SCENE IV. (The same; a Block prepared.)

      ACT I

      PROLOGE

      [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.]

      ACT I. SCENE I. (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.]

      FIRST QUEEN: For pitties sake and true gentilities,

      Heare, and respect me.

      SECOND QUEEN: For your Mothers sake,

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

      Heare and respect me.

      THIRD 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.

      FIRST 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.

      FIRST QUEEN: O, I hope some God,

      Some God hath put

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