The Two Noble Kinsmen E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 128

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

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."

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

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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

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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 he had on thee, who ow'st his strength

And his Love too, who is a Servant for

The Tenour of thy Speech: Deere Glasse of Ladies,

Bid him that we, whom flaming war doth scortch,

Vnder the shaddow of his Sword may coole us:

Require him he advance it ore our heades;

Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman

As any of us three; weepe ere you faile;

Lend us a knee;

But touch the ground for us no longer time

Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off:

Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field lay swolne,

Showing the Sun his Teeth, grinning at the Moone,

What you would doe.

HIPPOLITA.

Poore Lady, say no more:

I had as leife trace this good action with you

As that whereto I am going, and never yet

Went I so willing way.  My Lord is taken

Hart deepe with your distresse: Let him consider:

Ile speake anon.

3. QUEEN.

O my petition was  [kneele to Emilia.]

Set downe in yce, which by hot greefe uncandied

Melts into drops, so sorrow, wanting forme,

Is prest with deeper matter.

EMILIA.

Pray stand up,

Your greefe is written in your cheeke.

3. QUEEN.

O woe,

You cannot reade it there, there through my teares--

Like wrinckled peobles in a glassie streame

You may behold 'em.  Lady, Lady, alacke,

He that will all the Treasure know o'th earth

Must know the Center too; he that will fish

For my least minnow, let him lead his line

To catch one at my heart.  O pardon me:

Extremity, that sharpens sundry wits,

Makes me a Foole.

EMILIA.

Pray you say nothing, pray you:

Who cannot feele nor see the raine, being in't,

Knowes neither wet nor dry: if that you were

The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you

T'instruct me gainst a Capitall greefe indeed--

Such heart peirc'd demonstration; but, alas,

Being a naturall Sifter of our Sex

Your sorrow beates so ardently upon me,

That it shall make a counter reflect gainst

My Brothers heart, and warme it to some pitty,

Though it were made of stone: pray, have good comfort.

THESEUS.

Forward to'th Temple, leave not out a Iot

O'th sacred Ceremony.

1. QUEEN.

O, This Celebration

Will long last, and be more costly then

Your Suppliants war: Remember that your Fame

Knowles in the eare o'th world: what you doe quickly

Is not done rashly; your first thought is more

Then others laboured meditance: your premeditating

More then their actions: But, oh Iove! your actions,

Soone as they mooves, as Asprayes doe the fish,

Subdue before they touch: thinke, deere Duke, thinke

What beds our slaine Kings have.

2. QUEEN.

What greifes our beds,

That our deere Lords have none.

3. QUEEN.

None fit for 'th dead:

Those that with Cordes, Knives, drams precipitance,

Weary of this worlds light, have to themselves

Beene deathes most horrid Agents, humaine grace

Affords them dust and shaddow.

1. QUEEN.

But our Lords

Ly blistring fore the visitating Sunne,

And were good Kings, when living.

THESEUS.

It is true, and I will give you comfort,

To give your dead Lords graves: the which to doe,

Must make some worke with Creon.

1. QUEEN.

And that worke presents it selfe to'th doing:

Now twill take forme, the heates are gone to morrow.

Then, booteles toyle must recompence it selfe

With it's owne sweat; Now he's secure,

Not dreames we stand before your puissance

Wrinching our holy begging in our eyes

To make petition cleere.

2. QUEEN.

Now you may take him, drunke with his victory.

3. QUEEN.

And his Army full of Bread, and sloth.

THESEUS.

Artesius, that best knowest

How to draw out fit to this enterprise

The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number

To carry such a businesse, forth and levy

Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we despatch

This grand act of our life, this daring deede

Of Fate in wedlocke.

1. QUEEN.

Dowagers, take hands;

Let us be Widdowes to our woes: delay

Commends us to a famishing hope.

ALL.

Farewell.

2. QUEEN.

We come unseasonably: But when could greefe

Cull forth, as unpanged judgement can, fit'st time

For best solicitation.

THESEUS.

Why, good Ladies,

This is a service, whereto I am going,

Greater then any was; it more imports me

Then all the actions that I have foregone,

Or futurely can cope.

1. QUEEN.

The more proclaiming

Our suit shall be neglected: when her Armes

Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall

By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh, when

Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall

Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke

Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care

For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able

To make Mars spurne his Drom.  O, if thou couch

But one night with her, every howre in't will

Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and

Thou shalt remember nothing more then what

That Banket bids thee too.

HIPPOLITA.

Though much unlike  [Kneeling.]

You should be so transported, as much sorry

I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke,

Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy,

Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit

That craves a present medcine, I should plucke

All Ladies scandall on me.  Therefore, Sir,

As I shall here make tryall of my prayres,

Either presuming them to have some force,

Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe:

Prorogue this busines we are going about, and hang

Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke

Which is my ffee, and which I freely lend

To doe these poore Queenes service.

ALL QUEENS.

Oh helpe now,

Our Cause cries for your knee.

EMILIA.

If you grant not  [Kneeling.]

My Sister her petition in that force,

With that Celerity and nature, which

Shee makes it in, from henceforth ile not dare

To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy

Ever to take a Husband.

THESEUS.

Pray stand up.

I am entreating of my selfe to doe

That which you kneele to have me.  Pyrithous,

Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods

For successe, and returne; omit not any thing

In the pretended Celebration.  Queenes,

Follow your Soldier.  As before, hence you  [to Artesius]

And at the banckes of Aulis meete us with

The forces you can raise, where we shall finde

The moytie of a number, for a busines

More bigger look't.  Since that our Theame is haste,

I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe;

Sweete, keepe it as my Token.  Set you forward,

For I will see you gone.  [Exeunt towards the Temple.]

Farewell, my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous,

Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't.

PERITHOUS.

Sir,

Ile follow you at heeles; The Feasts solempnity

Shall want till your returne.

THESEUS.

Cosen, I charge you

Boudge not from Athens; We shall be returning

Ere you can end this Feast, of which, I pray you,

Make no abatement; once more, farewell all.

1. QUEEN.

Thus do'st thou still make good the tongue o'th world.

2. QUEEN.

And earnst a Deity equal with Mars.

3. QUEEN.

If not above him, for

Thou being but mortall makest affections bend

To Godlike honours; they themselves, some say,

Grone under such a Mastry.

THESEUS.

As we are men,

Thus should we doe; being sensually subdude,

We loose our humane tytle.  Good cheere, Ladies.  [Florish.]

Now turne we towards your Comforts.  [Exeunt.]

Scaena 2.  (Thebs).