William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
William Shakespeare & John Fletcher
Scaena 4. (Another part of the forest.)
[Enter Iaylors daughter.]
DAUGHTER.
I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too,
The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets:
The Sun has seene my Folly. Palamon!
Alas no; hees in heaven. Where am I now?
Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles!
And ther's a Rocke lies watching under water;
Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now,
Ther's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry!
Spoon her before the winde, you'l loose all els:
Vp with a course or two, and take about, Boyes.
Good night, good night, y'ar gone. I am very hungry.
Would I could finde a fine Frog; he would tell me
Newes from all parts o'th world, then would I make
A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle
By east and North East to the King of Pigmes,
For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father,
Twenty to one, is trust up in a trice
To morrow morning; Ile say never a word.
[Sing.]
For ile cut my greene coat a foote above my knee, And ile clip my yellow lockes an inch below mine eie. hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide hey nonny, nonny, nonny.
O for a pricke now like a Nightingale,
To put my breast against. I shall sleepe like a Top else.
[Exit.]
The Two Noble Kinsman Act 3 Scene 4 was written by John Fletcher.