Hippolyta Quotes in The Two Noble Kinsmen
Their knot of love,
Tied, weaved, 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 twin and doing
Each side like justice, which he loves best.
You’re out of breath,
And this high-speeded pace is but to say
That you shall never—like the maid Flavina—
Love any that’s called man.
Men are mad things.
’Tis pity love should be so tyrannous.—
O, my soft-hearted sister, what think you?
Weep not till they weep blood. Wench, it must be.
Poor wench, go weep, for whosoever wins
Loses a noble cousin for thy sins.
Infinite pity
That four such eyes should be so fixed on one
That two must needs be blind for ‘t.
Hippolyta Quotes in The Two Noble Kinsmen
Their knot of love,
Tied, weaved, 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 twin and doing
Each side like justice, which he loves best.
You’re out of breath,
And this high-speeded pace is but to say
That you shall never—like the maid Flavina—
Love any that’s called man.
Men are mad things.
’Tis pity love should be so tyrannous.—
O, my soft-hearted sister, what think you?
Weep not till they weep blood. Wench, it must be.
Poor wench, go weep, for whosoever wins
Loses a noble cousin for thy sins.
Infinite pity
That four such eyes should be so fixed on one
That two must needs be blind for ‘t.