Speeches (Lines) for THIRD QUEEN in "The Two Noble Kinsmen"

SECOND QUEEN. [to Hippolyta]
For your mother's sake,
And as you wish your womb may thrive with fair ones,
Hear and respect me.

THIRD QUEEN. [to Emilia]
Now for the love of him whom Jove hath marked
The honor of your bed, and for the sake
Of clear virginity, be advocate
For us and our distresses. This good deed
Shall raze you out o' th' book of trespasses
All you are set down there.

HIPPOLYTA. Poor lady, say no more.
I had as lief trace this good action with you
As that whereto I am going, and never yet
Went I so willing way. My lord is taken
Heart-deep with your distress; let him consider.
I'll speak anon. [Second Queen rises.]

THIRD QUEEN. O, my petition was
Set down in ice, which by hot grief uncandied
Melts into drops; so sorrow, wanting form,
Is pressed with deeper matter.

EMILIA. Pray stand up.
Your grief is written in your cheek.

THIRD QUEEN. O, woe!
You cannot read it there. [She rises.]
There through my tears,
Like wrinkled pebbles in a glassy stream,
You may behold 'em. Lady, lady, alack!
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 fool.

SECOND QUEEN. What griefs our beds,
That our dear lords have none!

THIRD QUEEN. None fit for th' dead.
Those that with cords, knives, drams, precipitance,
Weary of this world's light, have to themselves
Been death's most horrid agents, human grace
Affords them dust and shadow.

THIRD QUEEN. None fit for th' dead.
Those that with cords, knives, drams, precipitance,
Weary of this world's light, have to themselves
Been death's most horrid agents, human grace
Affords them dust and shadow.

THIRD QUEEN. None fit for th' dead.
Those that with cords, knives, drams, precipitance,
Weary of this world's light, have to themselves
Been death's most horrid agents, human grace
Affords them dust and shadow.

SECOND QUEEN. Now you may take him,
Drunk with his victory.

THIRD QUEEN. And his army full
Of bread and sloth.

SECOND QUEEN. And earn'st a deity equal with Mars.

THIRD QUEEN. If not above him, for
Thou, being but mortal, makest affections bend
To godlike honors; they themselves, some say,
Groan under such a mast'ry.

SECOND QUEEN. Both heaven and Earth
Friend thee forever.

THIRD QUEEN. All the good that may
Be wished upon thy head, I cry "Amen" to 't!

Song. [Music. Enter the Queens with the hearses of their
knights, in a funeral solemnity, &c.]

The dirge.

Urns and odors bring away;
Vapors, sighs, darken the day;
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials filled with tears,
And clamors through the wild air flying.
Come, all sad and solemn shows
That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes;
We convent naught else but woes.
We convent naught else but woes.

THIRD QUEEN. [to Second Queen]
This funeral path brings to your household's grave.
Joy seize on you again; peace sleep with him.

FIRST QUEEN. [to Third Queen]
Yours this way. Heavens lend
A thousand differing ways to one sure end.

THIRD QUEEN. This world's a city full of straying streets,
And death's the market-place where each one meets.
[They exit severally.]