A Letter on Shakspeare's Authorship of The Two Noble Kinsmen; a Drama Commonly Ascribed to John Fletcher

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A. and C. Black, 1833 - 111 strani
 

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Stran 78 - Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her! Look, her lips, Look there, look there!
Stran 4 - 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, and Mr. William Shakspeare. Gent.
Stran 15 - The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number To carry such a business ; forth and levy Our worthiest instruments ; whilst we dispatch This grand act of our life, this daring deed Of fate in wedlock. First Queen. Dowagers, take hands ; Let us be widows to our woes ; delay Commends us to a famishing hope.
Stran 28 - Maiden pinks of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time's harbinger, With her bells dim; Oxlips in their cradles growing, Marigolds on death-beds blowing, Lark-heels trim; All, dear Nature's children sweet.
Stran 50 - O sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant queen, Abandoner of revels, mute, contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure As wind-fann'd snow...
Stran 37 - Oh, never Shall we two exercise, like twins of honour, Our arms again, and feel our fiery horses, Like proud seas under us!
Stran 52 - tis not so, but alters to The quality of his thoughts : long time his eye Will dwell upon his object ; melancholy Becomes him nobly ; so does Arcite's mirth ; But Palamon's sadness "is a kind of mirth, So mingled as if mirth did make him sad, And sadness merry : those darker humours that Stick misbecomingly on others, on him Live in fair dwelling.
Stran 18 - Tied, weav'd, entangled, with so true, so long, And with a finger of so deep a cunning, May be outworn, never undone. I think Theseus cannot be umpire to himself, Cleaving his conscience into twain, and doing Each side like justice, which he loves best.
Stran 43 - Pray, sit down, then ; and let me entreat you, By all the honesty and honour in you, No mention of this woman ! 'twill disturb us ; We shall have time enough. Pal. Well, sir, I'll pledge you.
Stran 57 - O you heavenly charmers, What things you make of us ! For what we lack We laugh, for what we have are sorry ; still Are children in some kind.

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