The Two Noble Kinsmen
Act II, Scene 3
The country near Athens.
Arcite
1 - 23
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Banish’d the kingdom? ’Tis a benefit,
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A mercy I must thank ’em for; but banish’d
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The free enjoying of that face I die for—
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O, ’twas a studied punishment, a death
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Beyond imagination! Such a vengeance
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That were I old and wicked, all my sins
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Could never pluck upon me. Palamon!
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Thou hast the start now; thou shalt stay and see
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Her bright eyes break each morning ’gainst thy window,
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And let in life into thee; thou shalt feed
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Upon the sweetness of a noble beauty,
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That nature nev’r exceeded, nor nev’r shall.
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Good gods! What happiness has Palamon!
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Twenty to one, he’ll come to speak to her,
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And if she be as gentle as she’s fair,
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I know she’s his; he has a tongue will tame tempests,
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And make the wild rocks wanton. Come what can come,
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The worst is death: I will not leave the kingdom.
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I know mine own is but a heap of ruins,
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And no redress there. If I go, he has her.
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I am resolv’d another shape shall make me,
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Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy:
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I’ll see her, and be near her, or no more.
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Enter four Country People, and one with a garland before
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them.
First Country Folk
24
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My masters, I’ll be there, that’s certain.
Second Country Folk
25
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And I’ll be there.
Third Country Folk
26
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And I.
Fourth Country Folk
27 - 29
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Why then have with ye, boys! ’Tis but a chiding.
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Let the plough play today, I’ll tickle’t out
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Of the jades’ tails tomorrow.
First Country Folk
30 - 32
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I am sure
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To have my wife as jealous as a turkey.
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But that’s all one, I’ll go through, let her mumble.
Second Country Folk
33 - 34
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Clap her aboard tomorrow night, and stow her,
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And all’s made up again.
Third Country Folk
35 - 38
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Ay, do but put
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A fescue in her fist, and you shall see her
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Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench.
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Do we all hold against the Maying?
Fourth Country Folk
39 - 40
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Hold?
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What should ail us?
Third Country Folk
41
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Arcas will be there.
Second Country Folk
42 - 46
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And Sennois,
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And Rycas, and three better lads nev’r danc’d
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Under green tree; and ye know what wenches, ha?
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But will the dainty domine, the schoolmaster,
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Keep touch, do you think? For he does all, ye know.
Third Country Folk
47 - 50
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He’ll eat a horn-book ere he fail. Go to!
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The matter’s too far driven between him
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And the tanner’s daughter to let slip now;
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And she must see the Duke, and she must dance too.
Fourth Country Folk
51
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Shall we be lusty?
Second Country Folk
52 - 55
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All the boys in Athens
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Blow wind i’ th’ breech on ’s, and here I’ll be,
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And there I’ll be, for our town, and here again,
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And there again. Ha, boys, heigh for the weavers!
First Country Folk
56
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This must be done i’ th’ woods.
Fourth Country Folk
57
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O, pardon me!
Second Country Folk
58 - 61
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By any means; our thing of learning says so—
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Where he himself will edify the Duke
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Most parlously in our behalfs. He’s excellent i’ th’ woods,
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Bring him to th’ plains, his learning makes no cry.
Third Country Folk
62 - 65
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We’ll see the sports, then every man to ’s tackle!
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And, sweet companions, let’s rehearse by any means
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Before the ladies see us, and do sweetly,
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And God knows what may come on’t.
Fourth Country Folk
66 - 67
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Content. The sports
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Once ended, we’ll perform. Away, boys, and hold!
Arcite
68
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Comes forward.
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By your leaves, honest friends: pray you, whither go you?
Fourth Country Folk
69
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Whither? Why, what a question’s that?
Arcite
70 - 71
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Yes, ’tis a question
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To me that know not.
Third Country Folk
72
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To the games, my friend.
Second Country Folk
73
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Where were you bred you know it not?
Arcite
74 - 75
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Not far, sir.
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Are there such games today?
First Country Folk
76 - 78
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Yes, marry, are there;
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And such as you never saw. The Duke himself
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Will be in person there.
Arcite
79
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What pastimes are they?
Second Country Folk
80
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Wrastling and running.—’Tis a pretty fellow.
Third Country Folk
81
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Thou wilt not go along?
Fourth Country Folk
83 - 84
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Well, sir,
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Take your own time. Come, boys.
First Country Folk
85 - 87
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My mind misgives me
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This fellow has a veng’ance trick o’ th’ hip,
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Mark how his body’s made for’t.
Second Country Folk
88 - 90
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I’ll be hang’d though
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If he dare venture. Hang him, plum porridge!
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He wrestle? He roast eggs! Come let’s be gone, lads.
Arcite
91 - 99
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This is an offer’d opportunity
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I durst not wish for. Well I could have wrestled,
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The best men call’d it excellent; and run
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Swifter than wind upon a field of corn,
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Curling the wealthy ears, never flew. I’ll venture,
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And in some poor disguise be there. Who knows
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Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands,
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And happiness prefer me to a place
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Where I may ever dwell in sight of her?