which I am a wearie of he that ere 's my Land spares my teame and giues mee leaue to Inne the crop if I be his cuckold hee 's my drudge he that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood hee that cherishes my flesh and blood loues my flesh and blood he that loues my flesh and blood is my friend ergo he that kisses my wife is my friend if men could be contented to be what they are there were no feare in marriage for yong Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the Papist how somere their hearts are seuer'd in Religion their heads are both one they may ioule horns together like any Deare i' th Herd Cou. Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious knaue Clo. A Prophet I Madam and I speake the truth the next waie for I the Ballad will repeate which men full true shall finde your marriage comes by destinie your Cuckow sings by kinde Cou. Get you gone sir I le talke with you more anon Stew. May it please you Madam that hee bid Hellen come to you of her I am to speake Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with her Hellen I meane Clo. Was this faire face the cause quoth she Why the Grecians sacked Troy Fond done done fond was this King Priams ioy With that she sighed as she stood bis And gaue this sentence then among nine bad if one be good among nine bad if one be good there 's yet one good in ten Cou. What one good in tenne you corrupt the song sirra Clo. One good woman in ten Madam which is a purifying ath ' song would God would serue the world so all the yeere weed finde no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parson one in ten quoth a and wee might haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre or at an earthquake 't would mend the Lotterie well a man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one Cou. You le begone sir knaue and doe as I command you Clo. That man should be at womans command and yet no hurt done though honestie be no Puritan yet it will doe no hurt it will weare the Surplis of humilitie ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart I am going forsooth the businesse is for Helen to come hither Exit Cou. Well now Stew. I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman intirely Cou. Faith I doe her Father bequeath'd her to mee and she her selfe without other aduantage may lawfullie make title to as much loue as shee findes there is more owing her then is paid and more shall be paid her then shee le demand Stew. Madam I was verie late more neere her then I thinke shee wisht mee alone shee was and did communicate to her selfe her owne words to her owne eares shee thought I dare vowe for her they toucht not anie stranger sence her matter was shee loued your Sonne Fortune shee said was no goddesse that had put such difference betwixt their two estates Loue no god that would not extend his might onelie where qualities were leuell Queene of Virgins that would suffer her poore Knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault or ransome afterward This shee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in which I held my dutie speedily to acquaint you withall sithence in the losse that may happen it concernes you something to know it Cou. You haue discharg'd this honestlie keepe it to your selfe manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this before which hung so tottring in the ballance that I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt praie you leaue mee stall this in your bosome and I thanke you for your honest care I will speake with you further anon Exit Steward Enter Hellen. Old Cou. Euen so it vvas vvith me when I was yong If euer vve are natures these are ours this thorne Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong Our bloud to vs this to our blood is borne It is the show and seale of natures truth Where loues strong passion is imprest in youth By our remembrances of daies forgon Such were our faults or then we thought them none Her eie is sicke on 't I obserue her now Hell What is your pleasure Madam Ol. Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you Hell Mine honorable Mistris Ol. Cou. Nay a mother why not a mother when I sed a mother Me thought you saw a serpent what 's in mother That you start at it I say I am your mother And put you in the Catalogue of those That were enwombed mine 't is often seene Adoption striues vvith nature and choise breedes A natiue slip to vs from forraine seedes You nere opprest me with a mothers groane Yet I expresse to you a mothers care Gods mercie maiden dos it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother vvhat 's the matter That this distempered messenger of wet The manie colour'd Iris rounds thine eye Why that you are my daughter Hell That I am not Old Cou. I say I am your Mother Hell Pardon Madam The Count Rosillion cannot be my brother I am from humble he from honored name No note vpon my Parents his all noble My Master my deere Lord he is and I His seruant liue and will his vassall die He must not be my brother Ol. Cou. Nor I your Mother Hell You are my mother Madam would you were So that my Lord your sonne were not my brother Indeede my mother or were you both our mothers I care no more for then I doe for heauen So I were not his sister cant no other But I your daughter he must be my brother Old Cou. Yes Hellen you might be my daughter in law God shield you meane it not daughter and mother So striue vpon your pulse vvhat pale agen My feare hath catcht your fondnesse now I see The mistrie of your louelinesse and finde Your salt teares head now to all sence 't is grosse You loue my sonne inuention is asham'd Against the proclamation of thy passion To say thou doost not therefore tell me true But tell me then 't is so for looke thy cheekes Confesse it ' ton tooth to th' other and thine eies See it so grosely showne in thy behauiours That in their kinde they speake it onely sinne And hellish obstinacie tye thy tongue That truth should be suspected speake i st so If it be so you haue wound a goodly clewe If it be not forsweare't how ere I charge thee As heauen shall worke in me for thine auaile To tell me truelie Hell Good Madam pardon me Cou. Do you loue my Sonne Hell Your pardon noble Mistris Cou. Loue you my Sonne Hell Doe not you loue him Madam Cou. Goe not about my loue hath in 't a bond Whereof the world takes note Come come disclose The state of your affection for your passions Haue to the full appeach'd Hell Then I confesse Here on my knee before high heauen and you
for thou perhaps mayst moue That heart which now abhorres to like his loue Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian And. No faith I le not stay a iot longer To. Thy reason deere venom giue thy reason Fab. You must needeâ— yeelde your reason Sir Andrew And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the Counts Seruing-man then euer she bestow'd vpon mee I saw 't i' th Orchard To. Did she see the while old boy tell me that And. As plaine as I see you now Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward you And. S'light will you make an Asse o' me Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir vpon the Oathes of iudgement and reason To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men since before Noah was a Saylor Fab. Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight onely to exasperate you to awake your dormouse valour to put fire in your Heart and brimstone in your Liuer you should then haue accosted her and with some excellent iests fire-new from the mint you should haue bangd the youth into dumbenesse this was look'd for at your hand and this was bâ—ulkt the double gilt of this opportunitie you let time wash off and you are now sayld into the North of my Ladies opinion where you will hang like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard vnlesse you do redeeme it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policie And. And 't be any way it must be with Valour for policie I hate I had as liefe be a Brownist as a Politician To. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of valour Challenge me the Counts youth to sight with him hurt him in eleuen places my Neece shall take note of it and assure thy selfe there is no loue-Broker in the world can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman then report of valour Fab. There is no way but this sir Andrew An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him To â—o write it in a martial hand be curst and briefe it is no matter how wittie so it bee eloquent and full of inuention taunt hiâ— with the license of Inke if thou thou 'st him some thrice it shall not be amisse and as many Lyes as will lye in thy sheete of paper although the sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England set 'em downe go about it Let there bee gaulle enough in thy inke though thou write with a Gooâ—e-pen no matter about it And. Where shall I finde you To. Wee 'l call thee at the Cubiculo Go. Exit Sir Andrew Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby To. I haue beene deere to him lad some two thousand strong or so Fa. We shall haue a rare Letter from him but you 'le not deliuer't To. Neuer trust me then and by all meanes stirre on the youth to an answer I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes cannot hale them together For Andrew if he were open'd and you finde so much blood in his Liuer as will clog the foote of a flea I le eate the rest of th' anatomy Fab. And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no great presage of cruelty Enter Maria. To. Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes Mar. If you desire the spleene and will laughe your selues into stitches follow me yond gull Maluolio is turned Heathen a verie Renegatho for there is no christian that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly can euer beleeue such impossible passages of grossenesse Hee 's in yellow stockings To. And crosse garter'd Mar. Most villanously like a Pedant that keepes a Schoole i' th Church I haue dogg'd him like his murtherer He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt to betray him He does smile his face into more lynes then is in the new Mappe with the augmentation of the Indies you haue not seene such a thing as t is I can hardly forbeare huâ—ling things at him I know my Ladie will strike him if shee doe hee 'l smile and take 't for a great fauour To. Come bring vs bring vs where he is Exeunt Omnes Scaena Tertia Enter Sebastian and Anthonio Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you But since you make your pleasure of your paines I will no further chide you Ant. I could not stay behinde you my desire More sharpe then filed steele did spurre me forth And not all loue to see you though so much As might haue drawne one to a longer voyage But iealousie what might befall your rrauell Being skillesse in these parts which to a stranger Vnguided and vnfriended often proue Rough and vnhospitable My willing loue The rather by these arguments of feare Set forth in your pursuite Seb. My kinde Anthonio I can no other answer make but thankes And thankes and euer oft good turnes Are shuffel'd off with such vncurrant pay But were my worth as is my conscience firme You should finde better dealing what 's to do Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne Ant. To morrow sir best first go see your Lodging Seb. I am not weary and 't is long to night I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renowne this City Ant. Would youl 'd pardon me I do not without danger walke these streetes Once in a sea-fight ' gainst the Count his gallies I did some seruice of such note indeede That were I tane heere it would scarse be answer'd Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people Ant. Th offence is not of such a bloody nature Albeit the quality of the time and quarrell Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying What we tooke from them which for Traffiques sake Most of our City did Onely my selfe stood out For which if I be lapsed in this place I shall pay deere Seb. Do not then walke too open Ant. It doth not fit me hold sir here 's my purse In the South Suburbes at the Elephant Is best to lodge I will bespeake our dyet Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge With viewing of the Towne there shall you haue me Seb. Why I your purse Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy You haue desire to purchase and your store I thinke is not for idle Markets sir Seb. I le be your purse-bearer and leaue you For an houre Ant. To th' Elephant Seb. I do remember Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Oliuia and Maria. Ol. I haue sent after him he sayes hee 'l come How shall I feast him What bestow of him For youth is bought more oft then begg'd or borrow'd I speake too loud Where 's Maluolio he is sad and ciuill And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes Where is Maluolio Mar. He 's comming Madame But in very strange manner He is sure possest Madam Ol. Why what 's the matter does he raue Mar. No Madam he
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
I gain'd my freedome and immediately Ran hether to your Grace whom I beseech To giue me ample satisfaction For these deepe shames and great indignities Gold My Lord in truth thus far I witnes with him That he din'd not at home but was lock'd out Duke But had he such a Chaine of thee or no Gold He had my Lord and when he ran in heere These people saw the Chaine about his necke Mar. Besides I will be sworne these eares of mine Heard you confesse you had the Chaine of him After you first forswore it on the Mart And thereupon I drew my sword on you And then you fled into this Abbey heere From whence I thinke you are come by Miracle E. Ant. I neuer came within these Abbey wals Nor euer didst thou draw thy sword on me I neuer saw the Chaine so helpe me heauen And this is false you burthen me withall Duke Why what an intricate impeach is this I thinke you all haue drunke of Circes cup If heere you hous'd him heere he would haue bin If he were mad he would not pleade so coldly You say he din'd at home the Goldsmith heere Denies that saying Sirra what say you E. Dro. Sir he din'de with her there at the Porpentine Cur. He did and from my finger snacht that Ring E. Anti. T is true my Liege this Ring I had of her Duke Saw'st thou him enter at the Abbey heere Curt. As sure my Liege as I do see your Grace Duke Why this is straunge Go call the Abbesse hither I thinke you are all mated or starke mad Exit one to the Abbesse Fa. Most mighty Duke vouchsafe me speak a word Haply I see a friend will saue my life And pay the sum that may deliuer me Duke Speake freely Siracusian what thou wilt Fath. Is not your name sir call'd Antipholus And is not that your bondman Dromio E. Dro. Within this houre I was his bondman sir But he I thanke him gnaw'd in two my cords Now am I Dromio and his man vnbound Fath. I am sure you both of you remember me Dro. Our selues we do remember sir by you For lately we were bound as you are now You are not Pinches patient are you sir Father Why looke you strange on me you know me well E. Ant. I neuer saw you in my life till now Fa. Oh! griefe hath chang'd me since you saw me last And carefull houres with times deformed hand Haue written strange defeatures in my face But tell me yet dost thou not know my voice Ant. Neither Fat Dromio nor thou Dro. No trust me sir nor I. Fa. I am sure thou dost E. Dromio I sir but I am sure I do not and whatsoeuer a man denies you are now bound to beleeue him Fath. Not know my voice oh times eâ—tremity Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poore tongue In seuen short yeares that heere my onely sonne Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming Winters drizled snow And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp Yet hath my night of life some memorie My wasting lampes some fading glimmer left My dull deafe eares a little vse to heare All these old witnesses I cannot erre Tell me thou art my sonne Antipholus Ant. I neuer saw my Father in my life Fa. But seuen yeares since in Siracusa boy Thou know'st we parted but perhaps my sonne Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in miserie Ant. The Duke and all that know me in the City Can witnesse with me that it is not so I ne're saw Siracusa in my life Duke I tell thee Siracusian twentie yeares Haue I bin Patron to Antipholus During which time he ne're saw Siracusa I see thy age and dangers make thee dote Enter the Abbesse with Antipholus Siracusa and Dromio Sir Abbesse Most mightie Duke behold a man much wrong'd All gather to see them Adr. I see two husbands or mine eyes deceiue me Duke One of these men is genius to the other And so of these which is the naturall man And which the spirit Who deciphers them S. Dromio I Sir am Dromio command him away E. Dro. I Sir am Dromio pray let me stay S. Ant. Egeon art thou not or else his ghost S. Drom. Oh my olde Master who hath bound him heere Abb. Who euer bound him I will lose his bonds And gaine a husband by his libertie Speake olde Egeon if thou bee'st the man That hadst a wife once call'd Aemilia That bore thee at a burthen two faire sonnes Oh if thou bee'st the same Egeon speake And speake vnto the same Aemilia Duke Why heere begins his Morning storie right These two Antipholus these two so like And these two Dromio's one in semblance Besides her vrging of her wracke at sea These are the parents to these children Which accidentally are met together Fa. If I dreame not thou art Aemilia If thou art she tell me where is that sonne That floated with thee on the fatall rafte Abb. By men of Epidamium he and I And the twin Dromio all were taken vp But by and by rude Fishermen of Corinth By force tooke Dromio and my sonne from them And me they left with those of Epidamium What then became of them I cannot tell I to this fortune that you see mee in Duke Antipholus thou cam'st from Corinth first S. Ant. No sir not I I came from Siracuse Duke Stay stand apart I know not which is which E. Ant. I came from Corinth my most gracious Lord E. Dro. And I with him E. Ant. Brought to this Town by that most famous Warriour Duke Menaphon your most renowned Vnckle Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to day S. Ant. I gentle Mistris Adr. And are not you my husband E. Ant. No I say nay to that S. Ant. And so do I yet did she call me so And this faire Gentlewoman her sister heere Did call me brother What I told you then I hope I shall haue leisure to make good If this be not a dreame I see and heare Goldsmith That is the Chaine sir which you had of mee S. Ant. I thinke it be sir I denie it not E. Ant. And you sir for this Chaine arrested me Gold I thinke I did sir I deny it not Adr. I sent you monie sir to be your baile By Dromio but I thinke he brought it not E. Dro. No none by me S. Ant. This purse of Duckets I receiu'd from you And Dromio my man did bring them me I see we still did meete each others man And I was tane for him and he for me And thereupon these errors are arose E. Ant. These Duckets pawne I for my father heere Duke It shall not neede thy father hath his life Cur. Sir I must haue that Diamond from you E. Ant. There take it and much thanks for my good cheere Abb. Renowned Duke vouchsafe to take the paines To go with vs into the Abbey heere And heare at large
thing like Ros Much in the letters nothing in the praise Qu. Beauteous as Incke a good conclusion Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke Ros Ware pensals How Let me not die your debtor My red Dominicall my golden letter O that your face were full of Ocs. Qu. A Pox of that iest and I beshrew all Shrowes But Katherine what was sent to you From faire Dumaine Kat. Madame this Gloue Qu. Did he not send you twaine Kat. Yes Madame and moreouer Some thousand Verses of a faithfull Louer A huge translation of hypocrisie Vildly compiled profound simplicitie Mar. This and these Pearls to me sent Longauile The Letter is too long by halfe a mile Qu. I thinke no lesse Dost thou wish in heart The Chaine were longer and the Letter short Mar. I or I would these hands might neuer part Quee. We are wise girles to mocke our Louers so Ros They are worse fooles to purchase mocking so That same Berowne I le torture ere I goe O that I knew he were but in by th' weeke How I would make him fawne and begge and seeke And wait the season and obserue the times And spend his prodigall wits in booteles rimes And shape his seruice wholly to my deuice And make him proud to make me proud that iests So pertaunt like would I o' resway his state That he shold be my foole and I his fate Qu. None are so surely caught when they are catcht As Wit turn'd foole follie in Wisedome hatch'd Hath wisedoms warrant and the helpe of Schoole And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole Ros The bloud of youth burns not with such excesse As grauities reuolt to wantons be Mar. Follie in Fooles beares not so strong a note As fool'ry in the Wise when Wit doth dote Since all the power thereof it doth apply To proue by Wit worth in simplicitie Enter Boyet Qu. Heere comes Boyet and mirth in his face Boy O I am stab'd with laughter Wher 's her Grace Qu. Thy newes Boyet Boy Prepare Madame prepare Arme Wenches arme incounters mounted are Against your Peace Loue doth approach disguis'd Armed in arguments you 'll be surpriz'd Muster your Wits stand in your owne defence Or hide your heads like Cowards and flie hence Qu. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid What are they That charge their breath against vs Say scout say Boy Vnder the coole shade of a Siccamore I thought to close mine eyes some halfe an houre When lo to interrupt my purpos'd rest Toward that shade I might behold addrest The King and his companions warely I stole into a neighbour thicket by And ouer-heard what you shall ouer-heare That by and by disguis'd they will be heere Their Herald is a pretty knauish Page That well by heart hath con'd his embassage Action and accent did they teach him there Thus must thou speake and thus thy body beare And euer and anon they made a doubt Presence maiesticall would put him out For quoth the King an Angell shalt thou see Yet feare not thou but speake audaciously The Boy reply'd An Angell is not euill I should haue fear'd her had she beene a deuill With that all laugh'd and clap'd him on the shoulder Making the bold wagg by their praises bolder One rub'd his elboe thus and fleer'd and swore A better speech was neuer spoke before Another with his finger and his thumb Cry'd via we will doo 't come what will come The third he caper'd and cried All goes well The fourth turn'd on the toe and downe he fell With that they all did tumble on the ground With such a zelous laughter so profound That in this spleene ridiculous appeares To checke their folly passions solemne teares Quee. But what but what come they to visit vs Boy They do they do and are apparel'd thus Like Muscouites or Russians as I gesse Their purpose is to parlee to court and dance And euery one his Loue-feat will aduance Vnto his seuerall Mistresse which they 'll know By fauours seuerall which they did bestow Queen And will they so the Gallants shall be taskt For Ladies we will euery one be maskt And not a man of them shall haue the grace Despight of sute to see a Ladies face Hold Rosaline this Fauour thou shalt weare And then the King will court thee for his Deare Hold take thou this my sweet and giue me thine So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline And change your Fauours too so shall your Loues Woo contrary deceiu'd by these remoues Rosa Come on then weare the fauours most in sight Kath. But in this changing What is your intent Queen The effect of my intent is to crosse theirs They doe it but in mocking merriment And mocke for mocke is onely my intent Their seuerall counsels they vnbosome shall To Loues mistooke and so be mockt withall Vpon the next occasion that we meete With Visages displayd to talke and greete Ros But shall we dance if they desire vs too 't Quee. No to the death we will not moue a foot Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace But while 't is spoke each turne away his face Boy Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart And quite diuorce his memory from his part Quee. Therefore I doe it and I make no doubt The rest will ere come in if he be out There 's no such sport as sport by sport orethrowne To make theirs ours and ours none but our owne So shall we stay mocking entended game And they well mockt depart away with shame Sound Boy The Trompet sounds be maskt the maskers come Enter Black moores with musicke the Boy with a speech and the rest of the Lords disguised Page All haile the richest Beauties on the earth Ber. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata Pag. A holy parcell of the fairest dames that euer turn'd their backes to mortall viewes The Ladies turne their backes to him Ber. Their eyes villaine their eyes Pag. That euer turn'd their eyes to mortall viewes Out Boy True out indeed Pag. Out of your fauours heauenly spirits vouchsafe Not to beholde Ber. Once to behold rogue Pag Once to behold with your Sunne beamed eyes With your Sunne beamed eyes Boy They will not answer to that Epythite You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes Pag. They do not marke me and that brings me out Bero. Is this your perfectnesse be gon you rogue Rosa What would these strangers Know their mindes Boyet If they doe speake our language 't is our will That some plaine man recount their purposes Know what they would Boyet What would you with the Princes Ber. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation Ros What would they say they Boy Nothing but peace and gentle visitation Rosa Why that they haue and bid them so be gon Boy She saies you haue it and you may be gon Kin. Say to her we haue measur'd many miles To tread a Measure with you on the grasse Boy They say that they haue measur'd many
haue in minde where we must meete Bass I will not faile you Grat. You looke not well signior Anthonio You haue too much respect vpon the world They loose it that doe buy it with much care Beleeue me you are maruellously chang'd Ant. I hold the world but as the world Gratiano A stage where euery man must play a part And mine a sad one Grati. Let me play the foole With mirth and laughter let old wrinckles come And let my Liuer rather heate with wine Then my heart coole with mortifying grones Why should a man whose bloud is warme within Sit like his Grandsire cut in Alablaster Sleepe when he wakes and creep into the Iaundies By being peeuish I tell thee what Anthonio I loue thee and it is my loue that speakes There are a sort of men whose visages Do creame and mantle like a standing pond And do a wilfull stilnesse entertaine With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisedome grauity profound conceit As who should say I am sir an Oracle And when I ope my lips let no dogge barke O my Anthonio I do know of these That therefore onely are reputed wise For saying nothing when I am verie sure If they should speake would almost dam those eares Which hearing them would call their brothers fooles I le tell thee more of this another time But fish not with this melancholly baite For this foole Gudgin this opinion Come good Lorenzo faryewell a while I le end my exhortation after dinner Lor. Well we will leaue you then till dinner time I must be one of these same dumbe wise men For Gratiano neuer let 's me speake Gra. Well keepe me company but two yeares mo Thou shalt not know the sound of thine owne tongue Ant. Far you well I le grow a talker for this geare Gra. Thankes ifaith for silence is onely commendable In a neats tongue dri'd and a maid not vendible Exit Ant. It is that any thing now Bas Gratiano speakes an infinite deale of nothing more then any man in all Venice his reasons are two graines of wheate hid in two bushels of chaffe you shall seeke all day ere you finde them when you haue them they are not worth the search An. Well tel me now what Lady is the same To whom you swore a secret Pilgrimage That you to day promis'd to tel me of Bas T is not vnknowne to you Anthonio How much I haue disabled mine estate By something shewing a more swelling port Then my faint meanes would grant continuance Nor do I now make mone to be abridg'd From such a noble rate but my cheefe care Is to come fairely off from the great debts Wherein my time something too prodigall Hath left me gag'd to you Anthonio I owe the most in money and in loue And from your loue I haue a warrantie To vnburthen all my plots and purposes How to get cleere of all the debts I owe. An. I pray you good Bassanio let me know it And if it stand as you your selfe still do Within the eye of honour be assur'd My purse my person my extreamest meanes Lye all vnlock'd to your occasions Bass In my schoole dayes when I had lost one shaft I shot his fellow of the selfesame flight The selfesame way with more aduised watch To finde the other forth and by aduenturing both I oft found both I vrge this child-hoode proofe Because what followes is pure innocence I owe you much and like a wilfull youth That which I owe is lost but if you please To shoote another arrow that selfe way Which you did shoot the first I do not doubt As I will watch the ayme Or to finde both Or bring your latter hazard backe againe And thankfully rest debter for the first An. You know me well and herein spend but time To winde about my loue with circumstance And out of doubt you doe more wrong In making question of my vttermost Then if you had made waste of all I haue Then doe but say to me what I should doe That in your knowledge may by me be done And I am prest vnto it therefore speake Bass In Belmont is a Lady richly left And she is faire and fairer then that word Of wondrous vertues sometimes from her eyes I did receiue faire speechlesse messages Her name is Portia nothing vndervallewd To Cato's daughter Brutus Portia Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth For the foure windes blow in from euery coast Renowned sutors and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece Which makes her seat of Belmont Cholchos strond And many Iasons come in quest of her O my Anthonio had I but the meanes To hold a riuall place with one of them I haue a minde presages me such thrift That I should questionlesse be fortunate Anth. Thou knowst that all my fortunes are at sea Neither haue I money nor commodity To raise a present summe therefore goe forth Try what my credit can in Venice doe That shall be rackt euen to the vttermost To furnish thee to Belmont to faire Portia Goe presently enquire and so will I Where money is and I no question make To haue it of my trust or for my sake Exeunt Enter Portia with her waiting woman Nerissa Portia By my troth Nerrissa my little body is a wearie of this great world Ner. You would be sweet Madam if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are and yet for ought I see they are as sicke that surfet with too much as they that starue with nothing it is no smal happinesse therefore to bee seated in the meane superfluitie comes sooner by white haires but competencie liues longer Portia Good sentences and well pronounc'd Ner. They would be better if well followed Portia If to doe were as easie as to know what were good to doe Chappels had beene Churches and poore mens cottages Princes Pallaees it is a good Diuine that followes his owne instructions I can easier teach twentie what were good to be done then be one of the twentie to follow mine owne teaching the braine may deuise lawes for the blood but a hot temper leapes ore a colde decree such a hare is madnesse the youth to skip ore the meshes of good counsaile the cripple but this reason is not in fashion to choose me a husband O mee the word choose I may neither choose whom I would nor refuse whom I dislike so is the wil of a liuing daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father it is not hard Nerrissa that I cannot choose one nor refuse none Ner. Your father was euer vertuous and holy men at their death haue good inspirations therefore the lotterie that hee hath deuisâ— in these three chests of gold siluer and leade whereof who chooses his meaning chooses you wil no doubt neuer be chosen by any rightly but one who you shall rightly loue but what warmth is there in your affection towards any of
bid me giue you this I know not the contents but as I guesse By the sterne brow and waspish action Which she did vse as she was writing of it It beares an angry tenure pardon me I am but as a guiltlesse messenger Ros Patience her selfe would startle at this letter And play the swaggerer beare this beare all Shee saies I am not faire that I lacke manners She calls me proud and that she could not loue me Were man as rare as Phenix 'od's my will Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt Why writes she so to me well Shepheard well This is a Letter of your owne deuice Sil. No I protest I know not the contents Phebe did write it Ros Come come you are a foole And turn'd into the extremity of loue I saw her hand she has a leatherne hand A freestone coloured hand I verily did thinke That her old gloues were on but t was her hands She has a huswiues hand but that 's no matter I say she neuer did inuent this letter This is a mans inuention and his hand Sil. Sure it is hers Ros Why t is a boysterous and a cruell stile A stile for challengers why she defies me Like Turke to Christian vvomens gentle braine Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention Such Ethiop vvords blacker in their effect Then in their countenance vvill you heare the letter Sil. So please you for I neuer heard it yet Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie Ros She Phebes me marke how the tyrant vvrites Read Art thou god to Shepherd turn'd That a maidens heart hath burn'd Can a vvoman raile thus Sil. Call you this railing Ros Read Why thy godhead laid a part War'st thou with a womans heart Did you euer heare such railing Whiles the eye of man did wooe me That could do no vengeance to me Meaning me a beast If the scorne of your bright cine Haue power to raise such loue in mine Alacke in me what strange effect Would they worke in milde aspect Whiles you chid me I did loue How then might your praiers moue He that brings this loue to thee Little knowes this Loue in me And by him seale vp thy minde Whether that thy youth and kinde Will the faithfull offer take Of me and all that I can make Or else by him my loue denie And then I le studie how to die Sil. Call you this chiding Cel. Alas poore Shepheard Ros Doe you pitty him No he deserues no pitty wilt thou loue such a woman what to make thee an instrument and play false straines vpon thee not to be endur'd Well goe your way to her for I see Loue hath made thee a tame snake and say this to her That if she loue me I charge her to loue thee if she will not I will neuer haue her vnlesse thou intreat for her if you bee a true louer hence and not a word for here comes more company Exit Sil. Enter Oliuer Oliu. Good morrow faire ones pray you if you know Where in the Purlews of this Forrest stands A sheep-coat fenc'd about with Oliue-trees Cel. West of this place down in the neighbor bottom The ranke of Oziers by the murmuring streame Left on your right hand brings you to the place But at this howre the house doth keepe it selfe There 's none within Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue Then should I know you by description Such garments and such yeeres the boy is faire Of femall fauour and bestowes himselfe Like a ripe sister the woman low And browner then her brother are not you The owner of the house I did enquire for Cel. It is no boast being ask'd to say we are Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both And to that youth hee calls his Rosalind He sends this bloudy napkin are you he Ros I am what must we vnderstand by this Oli. Some of my shame if you will know of me What man I am and how and why and where This handkercher was stain'd Cel. I pray you tell it Oli. When last the yong Orlando parted from you He left a promise to returne againe Within an houre and pacing through the Forrest Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancie Loe vvhat befell he threw his eye aside And marke vvhat obiect did present it selfe Vnder an old Oake whose bows were moss'd with age And high top bald with drie antiquitie A wretched ragged man ore-gowne with haire Lay sleeping on his back about his necke A greene and guilded snake had wreath'd it selfe Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd The opening of his mouth but sodainly Seeing Orlando it vnlink'd it selfe And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush vnder which bushes shade A Lyonnesse with vdders all drawne drie Lay cowching head on ground with catlike watch When that the sleeping man should stirre for 't is The royall disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seeme as dead This seene Orlando did approach the man And found it was his brother his elder brother Cel. O I haue heard him speake of that same brother And he did render him the most vnnaturall That liu'd amongst men Oli. And well he might so doe For well I know he was vnnaturall Ros But to Orlando did he leaue him there Food to the suck'd and hungry Lyonnesse Oli. Twice did he turne his backe and purpos'd so But kindnesse nobler euer then reuenge And Nature stronger then his iust occasion Made him giue battell to the Lyonnesse Who quickly fell before him in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awaked Cel. Are you his brother Ros Was 't you he rescu'd Cel. Was 't you that did so oft contriue to kill him Oli. 'T was I but 't is not I I doe not shame To tell you what I was since my conuersion So sweeetly tastes being the thing I am Ros But for the bloody napkin Oli. By and by When from the first to last betwixt vs two Teares our recountments had most kindely bath'd As how I came into that Desert place I briefe he led me to the gentle Duke Who gaue me fresh aray and entertainment Committing me vnto my brothers loue Who led me instantly vnto his Caue There stript himselfe and heere vpon his arme The Lyonnesse had torne some flesh away Which all this while had bled and now he fainted And cride in fainting vpon Rosalinde Briefe I recouer'd him bound vp his wound And after some small space being strong at heart He sent me hither stranger as I am To tell this story that you might excuse His broken promise and to giue this napkin Died in this bloud vnto the Shepheard youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind Cel. Why how now Ganimed sweet Ganimed Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on bloud Cel. There is more in it Cosen Ganimed Oli. Looke he recouers Ros I would I were at home Cel. Wee 'll lead you thither I pray you will
Haue done offence I take the fault on me If you offend him I for him defie you To. You sir Why what are you Ant. One sir that for his loue dares yet do more Then you haue heard him brag to you he will To. Nay if you be an vndertaker I am for you Enter Officers Fab. O good sir Toby hold heere come the Officers To. I le be with you anon Vio. Pray sir put your sword vp if you please And. Marry will I sir and for that I promis'd you I le be as good as my word Hee will beare you easily and raines well 1. Off. This is the man do thy Office 2 Off. Anthonio I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino An. You do mistake me sir 1. Off. No sir no iot I know your fauour well Though now you haue no sea-cap on your head Take him away he knowes I know him well Ant. I must obey This comes with seeking you But there 's no remedie I shall answer it What will you do now my necessitie Makes me to aske you for my purse It greeues mee Much more for what I cannot do for you Then what befals my selfe you stand amaz'd But be of comfort 2 Off. Come sir away Ant. I must entreat of you some of that money Vio. What money sir For the fayre kindnesse you haue shew'd me heere And part being prompted by your present trouble Out of my leane and low ability I le lend you someâ—hing my hauing is not much I le make diuision of my present with you Hold there 's halfe my Coffer Ant. Will you deny me now I st possible that my deserts to you Can lacke perswasion Do not tempt my misery Least that it make me so vnsound a man As to vpbraid you with those kindnesses That I haue done for you Vio. I know of none Nor know I you by voyce or any feature I hate ingratitude more in a man Then lying vainnesse babling drunkennesse Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabites our fraile blood Ant. Oh heauens themselues 2. Off. Come sir I pray you go Ant. Let me speake a little This youth that you see heere I snatch'd one halfe out of the iawes of death Releeu'd him with such sanctitie of Ioue And to his image which me thought did promise Most venerable worth did I deuotion 1. Off. What 's that to vs the time goes by Away Ant. But oh how vilde an idoll proues this God Thou hast Sebastian done good feature shame In Nature there 's no blemish but the minde None can be call'd deform'd but the vnkinde Vertue is beauty but the beauteous euill Are empty trunkes ore-flourish'd by the deuill 1. Off. The man growes mad away with him Come come sir Ant. Leade me on Exit Vio. Me thinkes his words do from such passion flye That he beleeues himselfe so do not I Proue true imagination oh proue true That I deere brother be now tane for you To. Come hither Knight come hither Fabian Wee l whisper ore a couplet or two of most sage sawes Vio. He nam'd Sebastian I my brother know Yet liuing in my glasse euen such and so In fauour was my Brother and he went Still in this fashion colour ornament For him I imitate Oh if it proue Tempests are kinde and salt waues fresh in loue To. A very dishonest paltry boy and more a coward then a Hare his dishonesty appeares in leauing his frend heere in necessity and denying him and for his cowardship aske Fabian Fab. A Coward a most deuout Coward religious in it And Slid I le after him againe and beate him To. Do cuffe him soundly but neuer draw thy sword And. And I do not Fab. Come let 's see the euent To. I dare lay any money t will be nothing yet Exit Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter Sebastian and Clowne Clo. Will you make me beleeue that I am not sent for you Seb. Go too go too thou art a foolish fellow Let me be cleere of thee Clo. Well held our yfaith No I do not know you nor I am not sent to you by my Lady to bid you come speake with her nor your name is not Master Câ—sario nor this is not my nose neyther Nothing that is so is so Seb. I prethee vent thy folly some-where else thou know'st not me Clo. Vent my folly He has heard that word of some great man and now applyes it to a foole Vent my folly I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a Cockney I prethee now vngird thy strangenes and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady Shall I vent to hir that thou art comming Seb. I prethee foolish greeke depart from me there 's money for thee if you tarry longer I shall giue worse paiment Clo. By my troth thou hast an open hand these Wisemen that giue fooles money get themselues a good report after foureteene yeares purchase Enter Andrew Toby and Fabian And. Now sir haue I met you again ther 's for you Seb. Why there 's for thee and there and there Are all the people mad To Hold sir or I le throw your dagger ore the house Clo. This will I tell my Lady straight I would not be in some of your coats for two pence To. Come on sir hold An. Nay let him alone I le go another way to worke with him I le haue an action of Battery against him if there be any law in Illyria though I stroke him first yet it 's no matter for that Seb. Let go thy hand To. Come sir I will not let you go Come my yong souldier put vp your yron you are well flesh'd Come on Seb. I will be free from thee What wouldst y u now If thou dar'st tempt me further draw thy sword To. What what Nay then I must haue an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you Enter Oliuia Ol. Hold Toby on thy life I charge thee hold To. Madam Ol. Will it be euer thus Vngracious wretch Fit for the Mountaines and the barbarous Caues Where manners nere were preach'd out of my sight Be not offended deere Cesario Rudesbey be gone I prethee gentle friend Let thy fayre wisedome not thy passion sway In this vnciuill and vniust extent Against thy peace Go with me to my house And heare thou there how many fruitlesse prankes This Ruffian hath botch'd vp that thou thereby Mayst smile at this Thou shalt not choose but goe Do not denie beshrew his soule for mee He started one poore heart of mine in thee Seb. What rellish is in this How runs the streame Or I am mad or else this is a dreame Let fancie still my sense in Lethe sleepe If it be thus to dreame still let me sleepe Ol. Nay come I prethee would thou d'st be rul'd by me Seb. Madam I will Ol. O say so and so be Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Maria and Clowne Mar. Nay I prethee put on this gown this beard make him
honourable dewe That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares Being an ordinary Inundation But this effusion of such manly drops This showre blowne vp by tempest of the soule Startles mine eyes and makes me more amaz'd Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors Lift vp thy brow renowned Salisburie And with a great heart heaue away this storme Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That neuer saw the giant-world enrag'd Nor met with Fortune other then at feasts Full warm of blood of mirth of gossipping Come come for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himselfe so Nobles shall you all That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine Enter Pandulpho And euen there methinkes an Angell spake Looke where the holy Legate comes apace To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath Pand. Haile noble Prince of France The next is this King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himselfe to Rome his spirit is come in That so stood out against the holy Church The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre That like a Lion fostered vp at hand It may lie gently at the foot of peace And be no further harmefull then in shewe Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me I will not backe I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a secondary at controll Or vsefull seruing-man and Instrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe And brought in matter that should feed this fire And now 't is farre too huge to be blowne out With that same weake winde which enkindled it You taught me how to know the face of right Acquainted me with interest to this Land Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome what is that peace to me I by the honour of my marriage bed After yong Arthur claime this Land for mine And now it is halfe conquer'd must I backe Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome Am I Romes slaue What penny hath Rome borne What men prouided What munition sent To vnder-prop this Action Is' t not I That vnder-goe this charge Who else but I And such as to my claime are liable Sweat in this businesse and maintaine this warre Haue I not heard these Islanders shout out Viue le Roy as I haue bank'd their Townes Haue I not heere the best Cards for the game To winne this easie match plaid for a Crowne And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set No no on my soule it neuer shall be said Pand. You looke but on the out-side of this worke Dol. Out-side or in-side I will not returne Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of warre And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world To out-looke Conquest and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger and of death What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs Enter Bastard Bast According to the faire-play of the world Let me haue audience I am sent to speake My holy Lord of Millane from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him And as you answer I doe know the scope And warrant limited vnto my tongue Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite And will not temporize with my intreaties He flatly saies heeâ—ll not lay downe his Armes Bast By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd The youth saies well Now heare our English King For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me He is prepar'd and reason to he should This apish and vnmannerly approach This harness'd Maske and vnaduised Reuell This vn-heard sawcinesse and boyish Troopes The King doth smile at and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish warre this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories That hand which had the strength euen at your dore To cudgell you and make you take the hatch To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles To crowch in litter of your stable plankes To lye like pawnes lock'd vp in chests and truncks To hug with swine to seeke sweet safety out In vaults and prisons and to thrill and shake Euen at the crying of your Nations crow Thinking this voyce an armed Englishman Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere That in your Chambers gaue you chasticement No know the gallant Monarch is in Armes And like an Eagle o're his ayerie towres To sowsse annoyance that comes neere his Nest And you degenerate you ingrate Reuolts you bloudy Nero's ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England blush for shame For your owne Ladies and pale-visag'd Maides Like Amazons come tripping after drummes Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change Their Needl's to Lances and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination Dol. There end thy braue and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold vs Far thee well We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabler Pan. Giue me leaue to speake Bast No I will speake Dol. We will attend to neyther Strike vp the drummes and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our interest and our being heere Bast Indeede your drums being beaten wil cry out And so shall you being beaten Do but start An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme And euen at hand a drumme is readie brac'd That shall reuerberate all as lowd as thine Sound but a 〈◊〉 and another shall As lowd as thine rattle the Welkins eare And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder for at hand Not trusting to this halting Legate heere Whom he hath vs'd rather for sport then neede Is warlike Iohn and in his fore-head sits A bare-rib'd death whose office is this day To feast vpon whole thousands of the French Dol. Strike vp our drummes to finde this danger out Bast And thou shalt finde it Dolphin do not doubt Exeunt Scaena Tertia Alarums Enter Iohn and Hubert Iohn How goes the day with vs oh tell me Hubert Hub. Badly I feare how fares your Maiesty Iohn This Feauer that hath troubled me so long Lyes heauie on me oh my heart is sicke Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord your valiant kinsman Falconbridge Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field And send him word by me which way you go Iohn Tell him toward Swinsted to the Abbey there Mes Be of good comfort for the great supply That was expected by the Dolphin heere Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands This newes was brought to Richard but euen now The French fight coldly and retyre themselues Iohn Aye me this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp And will not let me welcome this good newes Set on toward Swinsted to my Litter
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd â—ades their Baâ—ly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâ—flew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
safest onely in her byrth Qu. And onely in that safety dyed her Brothers Rich. Loe at their Birth good starres were opposite Qu. No to their liues ill friends were contrary Rich. All vnauoyded is the doome of Destiny Qu. True when auoyded grace makes Destiny My Babes were destin'd to a fairer death If grace had blest thee with a fairer life Rich You speake as if that I had slaine my Cosins Qu. Cosins indeed and by their Vnckle couzend Of Comfort Kingdome Kindred Freedome Life Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts Thy head all indirectly gaue direction No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes But that still vse of greefe makes wilde greefe tame My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death Like a poore Barke of sailes and tackling rose Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome Rich. Madam so thriue I in my enterprize And dangerous successe of bloody warres As I intend more good to you and yours Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd Qu. What good is couer'd with the face of heauen To be discouered that can do me good Rich. Th' aduancement of your children gentle Lady Qu. Vp to some Scaffold there to lose their heads Rich. Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory Qu. Flatter my sorrow with report of it Tell me what State what Dignity what Honor Canst thou demise to any childe of mine Rich. Euen all I haue I and my selfe and all Will I withall indow a childe of thine So in the Lethe of thy angry soule Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I haue done to thee Qu. Be breefe least that the processe of thy kindnesse Last longer telling then thy kindnesse date Rich. Then know That from my Soule I loue thy Daughter Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule Rich. What do you thinke Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers And from my hearts loue I do thanke thee for it Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter And do intend to make her Queene of England Qu. Well then who dost y u meane shall be her King Rich. Euen he that makes her Queene Who else should bee Qu. What thou Rich. Euen so How thinke you of it Qu. How canst thou woo her Rich. That I would learne of you As one being best acquainted with her humour Qu. And wilt thou learne of me Rich. Madam with all my heart Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her Brothers A paire of bleeding hearts thereon ingraue Edward and Yorke then haply will she weepe Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy Father steept in Rutlands blood A hand-kercheefe which say to her did dreyne The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall If this inducement moue her not to loue Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds Tell her thou mad'st away her Vnckle Clarence Her Vnckle Riuers I and for her sake Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne Rich. You mocke me Madam this not the way To win your daughter Qu. There is no other way Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape And not be Richard that hath done all this Ric. Say that I did all this for loue of her Qu. Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee Hauing bought loue with such a bloody spoyle Rich. Looke what is done cannot be now amended Men shall deale vnaduisedly sometimes Which after-houres giues leysure to repent If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes To make amends I le giue it to your daughter If I haue kill'd the issue of your wombe To quicken your encrease I will beget Mine yssue of your blood vpon your Daughter A Grandams name is little lesse in loue Then is the doting Title of a Mother They are as Children but one steppe below Euen of your mettall of your very blood Of all one paine saue for a night of groanes Endur'd of her for whom you bid like sorrow Your Children were vexation to your youth But mine shall be a comfort to your Age The losse you haue is but a Sonne being King And by that losse your Daughter is made Queene I cannot make you what amends I would Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can Dorset your Sonne that with a fearfull soule Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle This faire Alliance quickly shall call home To high Promotions and great Dignity The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife Familiarly shall call thy Dorset Brother Againe shall you be Mother to a King And all the Ruines of distressefull Times Repayr'd with double Riches of Content What we haue many goodly dayes to see The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed Shall come againe transform'd to Orient Pearle Aduantaging their Loue with interest Often-times double gaine of happinesse Go then my Mother to thy Daughter go Make bold her bashfull yeares with your experience Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale. Put in her tender heart th' aspiring Flame Of Golden Soueraignty Acquaint the Princesse With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes And when this Arme of mine hath chastised The petty Rebell dull-brain'd Buckingham Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne And she shal be sole Victoresse Caesars Caesar Qu. What were I best to say her Fathers Brother Would be her Lord Or shall I say her Vnkle Or he that slew her Brothers and her Vnkles Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee That God the Law my Honor and her Loue Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares Rich. Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance Qu Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre Rich. Tell her the King that may command intreats Qu. That at her hands which the kings King forbids Rich. Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene Qu. To vaile the Title as her Mother doth Rich. Say I will loue her euerlastingly Qu. But how long shall that title euer last Rich. Sweetly in force vnto her faire liues end Qu. But how long fairely shall her sweet life last Rich. As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it Qu As long as Hell and Richard likes of it Rich. Say I her Soueraigne am her Subiect low Qu. But she your Subiect lothes such Soueraignty Rich. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her Qu. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told Rich. Then plainly to her tell my louing tale Qu. Plaine and not honest is too harsh a style Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow and to
a strutting Player whose conceit Lies in his Ham-string and doth thinke it rich To heare the woodden Dialogue and sound 'Twixt his stretcht footing and the Scaffolage Such to be pittied and ore-rested seeming He acts thy Greatnesse in and when he speakes 'T is like a Chime a mending With tearmes vnsquar'd Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt Would seemes Hyperboles At this fusty stuffe The large Achilles on his prest-bed lolling From his deepe Chest laughes out a lowd applause Cries excellent 't is Agamemnon iust Now play me Nestor hum and stroke thy Beard As he being drest to some Oration That 's done as neere as the extreamest ends Of paralels as like as Vulcan and his wife Yet god Achilles still cries excellent 'T is Nestor right Now play him me Patroclus Arming to answer in a night-Alarme And then forsooth the faint defects of Age Must be the Scene of myrth to cough and spit And with a palsie fumbling on his Gorget Shake in and out the Riuet and at this sport Sir Valour dies cries O enough Patroclus Or giue me ribs of Steele I shall split all In pleasure of my Spleene And in this fashion All our abilities gifts natures shapes Seuerals and generals of grace exact Atchieuments plots orders preuentions Excitements to the field or speech for truce Successe or losse what is or is not serues As stuffe for these two to make paradoxes Nest And in the imitation of these twaine Who as Vlysses sayes Opinion crownes With an Imperiall voyce many are infect Aiax is growne selfe-will'd and beares his head In such a reyne in full as proud a place As broad Achilles and keepes his Tent like him Makes factious Feasts railes on our state of Warre Bold as an Oracle and sets Thersites A slaue whose Gall coines slanders like a Mint To match vs in comparisons with durt To weaken and discredit our exposure How ranke soeuer rounded in with danger Vlys They taxe our policy and call it Cowardice Count Wisedome as no member of the Warre Fore-stall prescience and esteeme no acte But that of hand The still and mentall parts That do contriue how many hands shall strike When fitnesse call them on and know by measure Of their obseruant toyle the Enemies waight Why this hath not a singers dignity They call this Bed-worke Mapp'ry Closset-Warre So that the Ramme that batters downe the wall For the great swing and rudenesse of his poize They place before his hand that made the Engine Or those that with the finenesse of their soules By Reason guide his execution Nest Let this be granted and Achilles horse Makes many Thetis sonnes Tucket Aga. What Trumpet Looke Menelaus Men. From Troy Enter Aeneas Aga. What would you 'fore our Tent Aene. Is this great Agamemnons Tent I pray you Aga. Euen this Aene. May one that is a Herald and a Prince Do a faire message to his Kingly eares Aga. With surety stronger then Achilles arme 'Fore all the Greekish heads which with one voyce Call Agamemnon Head and Generall Aene. Faire leaue and large security How may A stranger to those most Imperial lookes Know them from eyes of other Mortals Aga. How Aene. I I aske that I might waken reuerence And on the cheeke be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthfull Phoebus Which is that God in office guiding men Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon Aga. This Troyan scornes vs or the men of Troy Are ceremonious Courtiers Aene. Courtiers as free as debonnaire vnarm'd As bending Angels that 's their Fame in peace But when they would seeme Souldiers they haue galles Good armes strong ioynts true swords Ioues accord Nothing so full of heart But peace Aeneas Peace Troyan lay thy finger on thy lips The worthinesse of praise distaines his worth If that he prais'd himselfe bring the praise forth But what the repining enemy commends That breath Fame blowes that praise sole pure transcēds Aga. Sir you of Troy call you your selfe Aeneas Aene. I Greeke that is my name Aga. What 's your affayre I pray you Aene. Sir pardon 't is for Agamemnons cares Aga. He heares nought priuatly That comes from Troy Aene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare To set his sence on the attentiue bent And then to speake Aga. Speake frankely as the winde It is not Agamemnons sleeping houre That thou shalt know Troyan he is awake He tels thee so himselfe Aene. Trumpet blow loud Send thy Brasse voyce through all these lazie Tents And euery Greeke of mettle let him know What Troy meanes fairely shall be spoke alowd The Trumpets sound We haue great Agamemnon heere in Troy A Prince calld Hector Priam is his Father Who in this dull and long-continew'd Truce Is rusty growne He bad me take a Trumpet And to this purpose speake Kings Princes Lords If there be one among'st the fayr'st of Greece That holds his Honor higher then his ease That seekes his praise more then he feares his perill That knowes his Valour and knowes not his feare That loues his Mistris more then in confession With truant vowes to her owne lips he loues And dare a vow her Beauty and her Worth In other armes then hers to him this Challenge Hector in view of Troyans and of Greekes Shall make it good or do his best to do it He hath a Lady wiser fairer truer Then euer Greeke did compasse in his armes And will to morrow with his Trumpet call Midway betweene your Tents and walles of Troy To rowze a Grecian that is true in loue If any come Hector shal honour him If none hee 'l say in Troy when he retyres The Grecian Dames are sun-burnt and not worth The splinter of a Lance Euen so much Aga. This shall be told our Louers Lord Aeneas If none of them haue soule in such a kinde We left them all at home But we are Souldiers And may that Souldier a meere recreant proue That meanes not hath not or is not in loue If then one is or hath or meanes to be That one meets Hector if none else I le be he Nest Tell him of Nestor one that was a man When Hectors Grandsire suckt he is old now But if there be not in our Grecian mould One Noble man that hath one spark◠of fire To answer for his Loue tell him from me I le hide my Siluer beard in a Gold Beauer And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawne And meeting him wil tell him that my Lady Was fayrer then his Grandame and as chaste As may be in the world his youth in flood I le pawne this truth with my three drops of blood Aene. Now heauens forbid such scarsitie of youth Vlys Amen Aga. Faire Lord Aeneas Let me touch your hand To our Pauillion shal I leade you first Achilles shall haue word of this intent So shall each Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent Your selfe shall
turbulence and this whole night Hath nothing beene but shapes and formes of slaughter Cass O 't is true Hect. Ho bid my Trumpet sound Cass No notes of sallie for the heauens sweet brother Hect. Begon I say the gods haue heard me sweare Cass The gods are deafe to hot and peeuish vowes They are polluted offrings more abhord Then spotted Liuers in the sacrifice And. O be perswaded doe not count it holy To hurt by being iust it is as lawfull For we would count giue much to as violent thefts And rob in the behalfe of charitie Cass It is the purpose that makes strong the vowe But vowes to euery purpose must not hold Vnatme sweete Hector Hect. Hold you still I say Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate Life euery man holds deere but the deere man Holds honor farre more precious deere then life Enter Troylus How now yong man mean'st thou to fight to day And. Cassandra call my father to perswade Exit Cassandra Hect. No faith yong Troylus doffe thy harnesse youth I am to day i th' vaine of Chiualrie Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong And tempt nor yet the brushes of the warre Vnarme thee goe and doubt thou not braue boy I le stand to day for thee and me and Troy Troy Brother you haue a vice of mercy in you Which better fits a Lyon then a man Hect. What vice is that good Troylus chide me for it Troy When many times the captiue Grecian fals Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire Sword You bid them rise and liue Hect. O 't is faire play Troy Fooles play by heauen Hector Hect. How now how now Troy For th' loue of all the gods Let 's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers And when we haue our Armors buckled on The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our swords Spur them to ruthfull worke reine them from ruth Hect. Fie sauage fie Troy Hector then 't is warres Hect. Troylus I would not haue you fight to day Troy Who should with-hold me Not fate obedience nor the hand of Mars Beckning with fierie trunchion my retire Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees Their eyes ore-galled with recourse of teares Nor you my brother with your true sword drawne Oppos'd to hinder me should stop my way But by my ruine Enter Priam and Cassandra Cass Lay hold vpon him Priam hold him fast He is thy crutch now if thou loose thy stay Thou on him leaning and all Troy on thee Fall all together Priam. Come Hector come goe backe Thy wife hath dreampt thy mother hath had visions Cassandra doth foresee and I my selfe Am like a Prophet suddenly enâ—apt to tell thee that this day is ominous Therefore come backe Hect Aeneas is a field And I do stand engag'd to many Greekes Euen in the faith of valour to appeare This morning to them Priam. I but thou shalt not goe Hect. I must not breake my faith You know me dutifull therefore deare sir Let me not shame respect but giue me leaue To take that course by your consent and voice Which you doe here forbid me Royall Priam. Cass O Priam yeelde not to him And. Doe not deere father Hect. Andromache I am offended with you Vpon the loue you beare me get you in Exit Andromache Troy This foolish dreaming superstitious girle Makes all these bodements Cass O farewell deere Hector Looke how thou diest looke how thy eye turnes pale Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents Harke how Troy roares how Hecuba cries out How poore Andromache shrils her dolour forth Behold distraction frenzie and amazement Like witlesse Antickes one another meete And all cry Hector Hectors dead O Hector Troy Away away Cas Farewell yes soft Hector I take my leaue Thou do'st thy selfe and all our Troy deceiue Exit Hect. You are amaz'd my Liege at her exclaime Goe in and cheere the Towne wee le forth and fight Doe deedes of praise and tell you them at night Priam. Farewell the gods with safetie stand about thee Alarum Troy They are at it harke proud Diomed beleeue I come to loose my arme or winne my sleeue Enter Pandar Pand. Doe you heare my Lord do you heare Troy What now Pand. Here 's a Letter come from yond poore girle Troy Let me reade Pand. A whorson tisicke a whorson rascally tisicke so troubles me and the foolish fortune of this girle and what one thing what another that I shall leaue you one o' th's dayes and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too and such an ache in my bones that vnlesse a man were curst I cannot tell what to thinke on 't What sayes shee there Troy Words words meere words no matter from the heart Th' effect doth operate another way Goe winde to winde there turne and change together My loue with words and errors still she feedes But edifies another with her deedes Pand. Why but heare you Troy Hence brother lackie ignomie and shame Pursue thy life and liue aye with thy name A Larum Exeunt Enter Thersites in excursion Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another I le goe looke on that dissembling abhominable varlet Diomede has got that same scuruie doting foolish yong knaues Sleeue of Troy there in his Helme I would faine see them meet that that same yong Troian asse that loues the whore there might send that Greekish whore-maisterly villaine with the Sleeue backe to the dissembling luxurious drabbe of a sleeuelesse errant O' th' tother side the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals that stole old Mouse-eaten dry cheese Nestor and that same dog-foxe Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry They set me vp in pollicy that mungrill curre Aiax against that dogge of as bad a kinde Achilles And now is the curre Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles and will not arme to day Whereupon the Grecians began to proclaime barbarisme and pollicie growes into an ill opinion Enter Diomed and Troylus Soft here comes Sleeue and th' other Troy Flye not for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix I would swim after Diom. Thou do'st miscall retire I doe not flye but aduantagious care Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude Haue at thee Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian now for thy whore Troian Now the Sleeue now the Sleeue Enter Hector Hect. What art thou Greek art thou for Hectors match Art thou of bloud and honour Ther. No no I am a rascall a scuruie railing knaue a very filthy roague Hect. I doe beleeue thee liue Ther. God a mercy that thou wilt beleeue me but a plague breake thy necke for frighting me what 's become of the wenching rogues I thinke they haue swallowed one another I would laugh at that miracle yet in a sort lecherie eares it selfe I le seeke them Exit Enter Diomed and Seruants Dio. Goe goe my seruant take thou Troylus Horse Present the faire Steede to my Lady Cressid Fellow commend my seruice to her beauty Tell her I haue chastis'd the amorous Troyan
countenance more in sorrow then in anger Ham. Pale or red Hor. Nay very pale Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you Hor. Most constantly Ham. I would I had beene there Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you Ham. Very like very like staid it long Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundred All. Longer longer Hor. Not when I saw 't Ham. His Beard was grisly no. Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life A Sable Siluer'd Ham. I le watch to Night perchance 't will wake againe Hor. I warrant you it will Ham. If it assume my noble Fathers person I le speake to it though Hell it selfe should gape And bid me hold my peace I pray you all If you haue hitherto conceald this sight Let it bee treble in your silence still And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue I will requite your loues so fare ye well Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue I le visit you All. Our duty to your Honour Exeunt Ham. Your loue as mine to you farewell My Fathers Spirit in Armes All is not well I doubt some foule play would the Night were come Till then sit still my soule foule deeds will rise Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies Exit Scena Tertia Enter Laertes and Ophelia Laer. My necessaries are imbark't Farewell And Sister as the Winds giue Benefit And Conuoy is assistant doe not sleepe But let me heare from you Ophel Doe you doubt that Laer. For Hamlet and the trifling of his fauours Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloud A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature Froward not permanent sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute No more Ophel No more but so Laer. Thinke it no more For nature cressant does not grow alone In thewes and Bulke but as his Temple waxes The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule Growes wide withall Perhaps he loues you now And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch The vertue of his feare but you must feare His greatnesse weigh'd his will is not his owne For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth Hee may not as vnuallued persons doe Carue for himselfe for on his choyce depends The sanctity and health of the weole State And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body Whereof he is the Head Then if he sayes he loues you It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it As he in his peculiar Sect and force May giue his saying deed which is no further Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall Then weigh what losse your Honour may sustaine If with too credent eare you list his Songs Or lose your Heart or your chast Treasure open To his vnmastred importunity Feare it Ophelia feare it my deare Sister And keepe within the reare of your Affection Out of the shot and danger of Desire The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes The Canker Galls the Infants of the Spring Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth Contagious blastments are most imminent Be wary then best safety lies in feare Youth to it selfe rebels though none else neere Ophe. I shall th' effect of this good Lesson keepe As watchmen to my heart but good my Brother Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine Himselfe the Primrose path of dalliance treads And reaks not his owne reade Laer. Oh feare me not Enter Polonius I stay too long but here my Father comes A double blessing is a double grace Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue Polon Yet heere Laertes Aboord aboord for shame The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile And you are staid for there my blessing with you And these few Precepts in thy memory See thou Character Giue thy thoughts no tongue Nor any vnproportion'd thought his Act Be thou familiar but by no meanes vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tride Grapple them to thy Soule with hoopes of Steele But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment Of each vnhatch't vnfledg'd Comrade Beware Of entrance to a quarrell but being in Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee Giue euery man thine eare but few thy voyce Take each mans censure but reserue thy iudgement Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not exprest in fancie rich not gawdies For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man And they in France of the best ranck and station Are of a most select and generous cheff in that Neither a borrower nor a lender be For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry This aboue all to thine owne selfe be true And it must follow as the Night the Day Thou canst not then be false to any man Farewell my Blessing season this in thee Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord. Polon The time inuites you goe your seruants tend Laer. Farewell Ophelia and remember well What I haue said to you Ophe. T is in my memory lockt And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it Laer. Farewell Exit Laer. Polon What i st Ophelia he hath said to you Ophe. So please you somthing touching the L. Hamlet Polon Marry well bethought T is told me he hath very oft of late Giuen priuate time to you and you your selfe Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous If it be so as so t is put on me And that in way of caution I must tell you You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely As it behoues my Daughter and your Honour What is betweene you giue me vp the truth Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders Of his affection to me Polon Affection puh You speake like a greene Girle Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance Doe you beleeue his tenders as you call them Ophe. I do not know my Lord what I should thinke Polon Marry I le teach you thinke your selfe a Baby That you haue tane his tenders for true pay Which are not starling Tender your selfe more dearly Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase Roaming it thus you 'l tender me a foole Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue In honourable fashion Polon I fashion you may call it go too go too Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech My Lord with all the vowes of Heauen Polon I Springes to catch Woodcocks I doe know When the Bloud burnes how Prodigall the Soule Giues the tongue vowes these blazes Daughter Giuing more light then heate extinct in both Euen in their promise as it is a making You must not take for fire For this time Daughter Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence Set your entreatments at a higher rate Then a command to
that his heeles may kicke at Heauen And that his Soule may be as damn'd and blacke As Hell whereto it goes My Mother stayes This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes Exit King My words flye vp my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts neuer to Heauen go Exit Enter Queene and Polonius Pol. He will come straight Looke you lay home to him Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with And that your Grace hath scree'nd and stoode betweene Much heate and him I le silence me e'ene heere Pray you be round with him Ham. within Mother mother mother Qu. I le warrant you feare me not Withdraw I heare him comming Enter Hamlet Ham. Now Mother what 's the matter Qu. Hamlet thou hast thy Father much offended Ham. Mother you haue my Father much offended Qu. Come come you answer with an idle tongue Ham. Go go you question with an idle tongue Qu. Why how now Hamlet Ham. What 's the matter now Qu. Haue you forgot me Ham. No by the Rood not so You are the Queene your Husbands Brothers wife But would you were not so You are my Mother Qu. Nay then I le set those to you that can speake Ham. Come come and sit you downe you shall not boudge You go not till I set you vp a glasse Where you may see the inmost part of you Qu. What wilt thou do thou wilt not murther me Helpe helpe hoa Pol. What hoa helpe helpe helpe Ham. How now a Rat dead for a Ducate dead Pol. Oh I am slaine Killes Polonius Qu. Oh me what hast thou done Ham. Nay I know not is it the King Qu. Oh what a rash and bloody deed is this Ham. A bloody deed almost as bad good Mother As kill a King and marrie with his Brother Qu. As kill a King Ham. I Lady 't was my word Thou wretched rash intruding foole farewell I tooke thee for thy Betters take thy Fortune Thou find'st to be too busie is some danger Leane wringing of your hands peace sit you downe And let me wring your heart for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuffe If damned Custome haue no braz'd it so That it is proofe and bulwarke against Sense Qu. What haue I done that thou dar'st wag thy tong In noise so rude against me Ham. Such an Act That blurres the grace and blush of Modestie Cals Vertue Hypocrite takes off the Rose From the faire forehead of an innocent loue And makes a blister there Makes marriage vowes As false as Dicers Oathes Oh such a deed As from the body of Contraction pluckes The very soule and sweete Religion makes A rapsidie of words Heauens face doth glow Yea this solidity and compound masse With tristfull visage as against the doome Is thought-sicke at the act Qu. Aye me what act that roares so lowd thunders in the Index Ham. Looke heere vpon this Picture and on this The counterfet presentment of two Brothers See what a grace was seated on his Brow Hyperions curles the front of Ioue himselfe An eye like Mars to threaten or command A Station like the Herald Mercurie New lighted on a heauen-kissing hill A Combination and a forme indeed Where euery God did seeme to set his Seale To giue the world assurance of a man This was your Husband Looke you now what followes Heere is your Husband like a Mildew'd eare Blasting his wholsom breath Haue you eyes Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed And batten on this Moore Ha Haue you eyes You cannot call it Loue For at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame it 's humble And waites vpon the Iudgement and what Iudgement Would step from this to this What diuell was 't That thus hath cousend you at hoodman-blinde O Shame where is thy Blush Rebellious Hell If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones To flaming youth let Vertue be as waxe And melt in her owne fire Proclaime no shame When the compulsiue Ardure giues the charge Since Frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne As Reason panders Will. Qu. O Hamlet speake no more Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soule And there I see such blacke and grained spots As will not leaue their Tinct Ham. Nay but to liue In the ranke sweat of an enseamed bed Stew'd in Corruption honying and making loue Ouer the nasty Stye Qu. Oh speake to me no more These words like Daggers enter in mine eares No more sweet Hamlet Ham. A Murderer and a Villaine A Slaue that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings A Cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole And put it in his Pocket Qu. No more Enter Ghost Ham. A King of shreds and patches Saue me and houer o're me with your wings You heauenly Guards What would you gracious figure Qu. Alas he 's mad Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide That laps't in Time and Passion le ts go by Th' important acting of your dread command Oh say Ghost Do not forget this Visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose But looke Amazement on thy Mother fits O step betweene her and her fighting Soule Conceit in weakest bodies strongest workes Speake to her Hamlet Ham. How is it with you Lady Qu. Alas how is' t with you That you bend your eye on vacancie And with their corporall ayre do hold discourse Forth at your eyes your spirits wildely peepe And as the sleeping Soldiours in th' Alarme Your bedded haire like life in excrements Start vp and stand an end Oh gentle Sonne Vpon the heate and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle coole patience Whereon do you looke Ham. On him on him look you how pale he glares His forme and cause conioyn'd preaching to stones Would make them capeable Do not looke vpon me Least with this pitteous action you conuert My sterne effects then what I haue to do Will want true colour teares perchance for blood Qu. To who do you speake this Ham. Do you see nothing there Qu. Nothing at all yet all that is I see Ham. Nor did you nothing heare Qu. No nothing but our selues Ham. Why look you there looke how it steals away My Father in his habite as he liued Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall Exit Qu. This is the very coynage of your Braine This bodilesse Creation extasie is very cunning iâ— Ham. Extasie My Pulse as yours doth temperately keepe time And makes as healthfull Musicke It is not madnesse That I haue vttered bring me to the Test And I the matter will re-word which madnesse Would gamboll from Mother for loue of Grace Lay not a flattering Vnction to your soule That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place Whil'st ranke Corruption mining all within Infects vnseene Confesse your selfe to Heauen Repent what 's past auoyd what is to come And do not spred the Compost
all Happily when I shall wed That Lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Halfe my loue with him halfe my Care and Dutie Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters Lear. But goes thy heart with this Cor. I my good Lord. Lear. So young and so vntender Cor. So young my Lord and true Lear. Let it be so thy truth then be thy dowre For by the sacred radience of the Sunne The miseries of Heccat and the night By all the operation of the Orbes From whom we do exist and cease to be Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care Propinquity and property of blood And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for euer The barbarous Scythian Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite shall to my bosome Be as well neighbour'd pittied and releeu'd As thou my sometime Daughter Kent Good my Liege Lear. Peace Kent Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath I lou'd her most and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery Hence and avoid my sight So be my graue my peace as here I giue Her Fathers heart from her call France who stirres Call Burgundy Cornwall and Albanie With my two Daughters Dowres digest the third Let pride which she cals plainnesse marry her I doe inuest you ioyntly with my power Preheminence and all the large effects That troope with Maiesty Our selfe by Monthly course With reseruation of an hundred Knights By you to be sustain'd shall our abode Make with you by due turne onely we shall retaine The name and all th' addition to a King the Sway Reuennew Execution of the rest Beloued Sonnes be yours which to confirme This Coronet part betweene you Kent Royall Lear Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King Lou'd as my Father as my Master follow'd As my great Patron thought on in my praiers Le. The bow is bent drawne make from the shaft Kent Let it fall rather though the forke inuade The region of my heart be Kent vnmannerly When Lear is mad what wouldest thou do old man Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to speake When power to flattery bowes To plainnesse honour 's bound When Maiesty falls to folly reserue thy state And in thy best consideration checke This hideous rashnesse answere my life my iudgement Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee least Nor are those empty hearted whose low founds Reuerbe no hollownesse Lear. Kent on thy life no more Kent My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage against thine enemies nere feare to loose it Thy safety being motiue Lear. Out of my sight Kent See better Lear and let me still remaine The true blanke of thine eie Kear Now by Apollo Lent Now by Apollo King Thou swear st thy Gods in vaine Lear. O Vassall Miscreant Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare Kent Kill thy Physition and thy see bestow Vpon the foule disease reuoke thy guift Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate I le tell thee thou dost euill Lea. Heare me recreant on thine allegeance heare me That thou hast sought to make vs breake our vowes Which we durst neuer yet and with strain'd pride To come betwixt our sentences and our power Which nor our nature nor our place can beare Our potencie made good take thy reward Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision To shield thee from disasters of the world And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome if on the tenth day following Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions The moment is thy death away By Iupiter This shall not be reuok'd Kent Fare thee well King sith thus thou wilt appeare Freedome liues hence and banishment is here The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid That iustly think'st and hast most rightly said And your large speeches may your deeds approue That good effects may spring from words of loue Thus Kent O Princes bids you all adew Hee 'l shape his old course in a Country new Exit Flourish Enter Gloster with France and Burgundy Attendants Cor. Heere 's France and Burgundy my Noble Lord. Lear. My Lord of Bugundie We first addresse toward you who with this King Hath riuald for our Daughter what in the least Will you require in present Dower with her Or cease your quest of Loue Bur. Most Royall Maiesty I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd Nor will you tender lesse Lear. Right Noble Burgundy When she was deare to vs we did hold her so But now her price is fallen Sir there she stands If ought within that little seeming substance Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd And nothing more may fitly like your Grace Shee 's there and she is yours Bur. I know no answer Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes Vnfriended new adopted to our hate Dow'rd with our curse and stranger'd with our oath Take her or leaue her Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir Election makes not vp in such conditions Le. Then leaue her sir for by the powre that made me I tell you all her wealth For you great King I would not from your loue make such a stray To match you where I hate therefore beseech you T' auert your liking a more worthier way Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd Almost t' acknowledge hers Fra. This is most strange That she whom euen but now was your obiect The argument of your praise balme of your age The best the deerest should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of fauour sure her offence Must be of such vnnaturall degree That monsters it Or your fore-voucht affection Fall into taint which to beleeue of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should neuer plant in me Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty If for I want that glib and oylie Art To speake and purpose not since what I will intend I le do 't before I speake that you make knowne It is no vicious blot murther or foulenesse No vnchaste action or dishonoured step That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour But euen for want of that for which I am richer A still soliciting eye and such a tongue That I am glad I haue not though not to haue it Hath loft me in your liking Lear. Better thou had'st Not beene borne then not t haue pleas'd me better Fra. Is it but this A tardinesse in nature Which often leaues the history vnspoke That it intends to do my Lord of Burgundy What say you to the Lady Loue 's not loue When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloofe from th' intire point will you haue her She is herselfe a Dowrie Bur. Royall King Giue but that portion which your selfe propos'd And here I take Cordelia by the hand Dutchesse of Burgundie Lear. Nothing I haue sworne I am firme Bur. I am sorry then you haue so lost a Father That you must loose a husband Cor.
Rod. My name is Rodorigo Bra. The worsser welcome I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say My Daughter is not for thee And now in madnesse Being full of Supper and distempring draughtes Vpon malitious knauerie dost thou come To start my quiet Rod. Sir Sir Sir Bra. But thou must needs be sure My spirits and my place haue in their power To make this bitter to thee Rodo. Patience good Sir Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing This is Venice my house is not a Grange Rodo. Most graue Brabantio In simple and pure soule I come to you Ia. Sir you are one of those that will not serue God if the deuill bid you Because we come to do you seruice and you thinke we are Russians you 'le haue your Daughter couer'd with a Barbary horse you 'le haue your Nephewes neigh to you you 'le haue Coursers for Cozens and Gennets for Germaines Bra. What prophane wretch art thou Ia. I am one Sir that comes to tell you your Daughter and the Moore are making the Beast with two backs Bra. Thou art a Villaine Iago You are a Senator Bra. This thou shalt answere I know thee Rodorigo Rod. Sir I will answere any thing But I beseech you If 't be your pleasure and most wise consent As partly I find it is that your faire Daughter At this odde Euen and dull watch o' th' night Transported with no worse nor better guard But with a knaue of common hire a Gundelier To the grosse claspes of a Lasciuious Moore If this be knowne to you and your Allowance We then haue done you bold and saucie wrongs But if you know not this my Manners tell me We haue your wrong rebuke Do not beleeue That from the sence of all Ciuilitie I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence Your Daughter if you haue not giuen her leaue I say againe hath made a grosse reuolt Tying her Dutie Beautie Wit and Fortunes In an extrauagant and wheeling Stranger Of here and euery where straight satisfie your selfe If she be in her Chamber or your house Let loose on me the Iustice of the State For thus deluding you Bra. Strike on the Tinder hoa Giue me a Taper call vp all my people This Accident is not vnlike my dreame Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie Light I say light Exit Iag. Farewell for I must leaue you It seemes not meete nor wholesome to my place To be producted as if I stay I shall Against the Moore For I do know the State How euer this may gall him with some checke Cannot with safetie cast-him For he 's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres Which euen now stands in Act that for their soules Another of his Fadome they haue none To lead their Businesse In which regard Though I do hate him as I do hell apines Yet for necessitie of present life I must show out a Flag and signe of Loue Which is indeed but signe that you shal surely find him Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search And there will I be with him So farewell Exit Enter Brabantio with Seruants and Torches Bra. It is too true an euill Gone she is And what 's to come of my despised time Is naught but bitternesse Now Rodorigo Where didst thou see her Oh vnhappie Girle With the Moore saist thou Who would be a Father How didst thou know 't was she Oh she deceaues me Past thought what said she to you Get moe Tapers Raise all my Kindred Are they married thinke you Rodo. Truely I thinkâ— they are Bra. Oh Heaâ—n how got she out Oh treason of the blood Fathers from hence trust not your Daughters minds By what you see them act Is there not Charmes By which the propertie of Youth and Maidhood May be abus'd Haue you not read Rodorigo Of some such thing Rod. Yes Sir I haue indeed Bra. Call vp my Brother oh would you had had her Some one way some another Doe you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moore Rod. I thinke I can discouer him if you please To get good Guard and go along with me Bra. Pray you lead on At euery house I le call I may command at most get Weapons hoa And raise some speciall Officers of might On good Rodorigo I will deserue your paines Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Othello Iago Attendants with Torches Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men Yet do I hold it very stuffe o' th' conscience To do no contriu'd Murder I lacke Iniquitie Sometime to do me seruice Nine or ten times I had thought t' haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes Othello 'T is better as it is Iago Nay but he prated And spoke such scuruy and prouoking termes Against your Honor that with the little godlinesse I haue I did full hard forbeare him But I pray you Sir Are you fast married Be assur'd of this That the Magnifico is much belou'd And hath in his effect a voice potentiall As double as the Dukes He will diuorce you Or put vpon you what restraint or greeuance The Law with all his might to enforce it on Will giue him Cable Othel. Let him do his spight My Seruices which I haue done the Signorie Shall out-tongue his Complaints 'T is yet to know Which when I know that boasting is an Honour I shall promulgate I fetch my life and being From Men of Royall Seige And my demerites May speake vnbonnetted to as proud a Fortune As this that I haue reach'd For know Iago But that I loue the gentle Desdemona I would not my vnhoused free condition Put into Circumscription and Confine For the Seas worth But looke what Lights come yond Enter Cassio with Torches Iago Those are the raised Father and his Friends You were best go in Othel. Not I I must be found My Parts my Title and my perfect Soule Shall manifest me rightly Is it they Iago By Ianus I thinke no. Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes And my Lieutenant The goodnesse of the Night vpon you Friends What is the Newes Cassio The Duke do's greet you Generall And he requires your haste Post-haste appearance Enen on the instant Othello What is the matter thinke you Cassio Something from Cyprus as I may diuine It is a businesse of some heate The Gallies Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night at one anothers heeles And many of the Consuls rais'd and met Are at the Dukes already You haue bin hotly call'd for When being not at your Lodging to be found The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests To search you out Othel. 'T is well I am found by you I will but spend a word here in the house And goe with you Cassio Aunciant what makes he heere Iago Faith he to night hath boarded a Land Carract If it proue lawfull prize he ' made for euer Cassio I do not vnderstand Iago He 's married Cassio To
Away Exeunt Enter Octauius reading a Letter Lepidus and their Traine Caes You may see Lepidus and henceforth know It is not Caesars Naturall vice to hate One great Competitor From Alexandria This is the newes He fishes drinkes and wastes The Lampes of night in reuell Is not more manlike Then Cleopatra nor the Queene of Ptolomy More Womanly then he Hardly gaue audience Or vouchsafe to thinke he had Partners You Shall finde there a man who is th' abstracts of all faults That all men follow Lep. I must not thinke There are euils enow to darken all his goodnesse His faults in him seeme as the Spots of Heauen More fierie by nights Blacknesse Hereditarie Rather then purchaste what he cannot change Then what he chooses Caes You are too indulgent Let 's graunt it is not Amisse to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth to sit And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue To reele the streets at noone and stand the Buffet With knaues that smels of sweate Say this becomâ— him As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish yet must Anthony No way excuse his foyles when we do beare So great waight in his lightnesse If he fill'd His vacancie with his Voluptuousnesse Full surfets and the drinesse of his bones Call on him for 't But to confound such time That drummes him from his sport and speakes as lowd As his owne State and ours 't is to be chid As we rate Boyes who being mature in knowledge Pawne their experience to their present pleasure And so rebell to iudgement Enter a Messenger Lep. Heere 's more newes Mes Thy biddings haue beene done euerie houre Most Noble Caesar shalt thou haue report How 't is abroad Pompey is strong at Sea And it appeares he is belou'd of those That only haue feard Caesar to the Ports The discontents repaire and mens reports Giue him much wrong'd Caes I should haue knowne no lesse It hath bin taught vs from the primall state That he which is was wisht vntill he were And the ebb'd man Ne're lou'd till ne're worth loue Comes fear'd by being lack'd This common bodie Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame Goes too and backe lacking the varrying tyde To rot it selfe with motion Mes Caesar I bring thee word Menacrates and Menas famous Pyrates Makes the Sea serue them which they eare and wound With keeles of euery kinde Many hot inrodes They make in Italy the Borders Maritime Lacke blood to thinke on 't and flush youth reuolt No Vessell can peepe forth but 't is as soone Taken as seene for Pompeyes name strikes more Then could his Warre resisted Caesar Anthony Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes When thou once Was beaten from Medena where thou slew'st Hirsius and Pausa Consuls at thy heele Did Famine follow whom thou fought'st against Though daintily brought vp with patience more Then Sauages could suffer Thou did'st drinke The stale of Horses and the gilded Puddle Which Beasts would cough at Thy pallat theÌ„ did daine The roughest Berry on the rudest Hedge Yea like the Stagge when Snow the Pasture sheets The barkes of Trees thou brows'd On the Alpes It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh Which some did dye to looke on And all this It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now Was borne so like a Soldiour that thy cheeke So much as lank'd not Lep. 'T is pitty of him Caes Let his shames quickely Driue him to Rome 't is time we twaine Did shew our selues i' th' Field and to that end Assemble me immediate counsell Pompey Thriues in our Idlenesse Lep. To morrow Caesar I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly Both what by Sea and Land I can be able To front this present time Caes Til which encounter it is my busines too Farwell Lep. Farwell my Lord what you shal know mean time Of stirres abroad I shall beseech you Sir To let me be partaker Caesar Doubt not sir I knew it for my Bond. Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Charmian Char. Madam Cleo. Ha ha giue me to drinke Mandragora Char. Why Madam Cleo. That I might sleepe out this great gap of time My Anthony is away Char. You thinke of him too much Cleo. O 't is Treason Char. Madam I trust not so Cleo. Thou Eunuch Mardian Mar. What 's your Highnesse pleasure Cleo. Not now to heare thee sing I take no pleasure In ought an Eunuch ha's T is well for thee That being vnseminar'd thy freer thoughts May not flye forth of Egypt Hast thou Affections Mar. Yes gracious Madam Cleo. Indeed Mar. Not in deed Madam for I can do nothing But what in deede is honest to be done Yet haue I fierce Affections and thinke What Venus did with Mars Cleo. Oh Charmion Where think'st thou he is now Stands he or sits he Or does he walke Or is he on his Horse Oh happy horse to beare the weight of Anthony Do brauely Horse for wot'st thou whom thou moou'st The demy Atlas of this Earth the Arme And Burganet of men Hee 's speaking now Or murmuring where 's my Serpent of old Nyle For so he cals me Now I feede my selfe With most delicious poyson Thinke on me That am with Phoebus amorous pinches blacke And wrinkled deepe in time Broad-fronted Caesar When thou was 't heere aboue the ground I was A morsell for a Monarke and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow There would he anchor his Aspect and dye With looking on his life Enter Alexas from Caesar Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt haile Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marke Anthony Yet comming from him that great Med'cine hath With his Tinct gilded thee How goes it with my braue Marke Anthonie Alex. Last thing he did deere Quâ—ene He kist the last of many doubled kisses This Orient Pearle His speech stickes in my heart Cleo. Mine eare must plucke it thence Alex. Good Friend quoth he Say the firme Roman to great Egypt sends This treasure of an Oyster at whose foote To mend the petty present I will peece Her opulent Throne with Kingdomes All the East Say thou shall call her Mistris So he nodded And soberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede Who neigh'd so hye that what I would haue spoke Was beastly dumbe by him Cleo. What was he sad or merry Alex. Like to the time o' th' yeare between y e extremes Of hot and cold he was nor sad nor merrie Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition Note him Note him good Charmian 't is the man but note him He was not sad for he would shine on those That make their lookes by his He was not merrie Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his ioy but betweene both Oh heauenly mingle Bee'st thou sad or merrie The violence of either thee becomes So do's it no mans else Met'st thou my Posts Alex. I Madam twenty seuerall Messengers Why do you send
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
comfort gone My Queene Vpon a desperate bed and in a time When fearefull Warres point at me Her Sonne gone So needfull for this present It strikes me past The hope of comfort But for thee Fellow Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seeme so ignorant wee 'l enforce it from thee By a sharpe Torture Pis Sir my life is yours I humbly set it at your will But for my Mistris I nothing know where she remaines why gone Nor when she purposes returne Beseech your Highnes Hold me your loyall Seruant Lord. Good my Liege The day that she was missing he was heere I dare be bound hee 's true and shall performe All parts of his subiection loyally For Cloten There wants no diligence in seeking him And will no doubt be found Cym. The time is troublesome Wee 'l slip you for a season but our iealousie Do's yet depend Lord. So please your Maiesty The Romaine Legions all from Gallia drawne Are landed on your Coast with a supply Of Romaine Gentlemen by the Senate sent Cym. Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen I am amaz'd with matter Lord. Good my Liege Your preparation can affront no lesse Then what you heare of Come more for more you 're ready The want is but to put those Powres in motion That long to moue Cym. I thanke you let 's withdraw And meete the Time as it seekes vs. We feare not What can from Italy annoy vs but We greeue at chances heere Away Exeunt Pisa I heard no Letter from my Master since I wrote him Imogen was slaine 'T is strange Nor heare I from my Mistris who did promise To yeeld me often tydings Neither know I What is betide to Cloten but remaine Perplext in all The Heauens still must worke Wherein I am false I am honest not true to be true These present warres shall finde I loue my Country Euen to the note o' th' King or I le fall in them All other doubts by time let them be cleer'd Fortune brings in some Boats that are not steer'd Exit Scena Quarta Enter Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Gui. The noyse is round about vs. Bel. Let vs from it Arui What pleasure Sir we finde in life to locke it From Action and Aduenture Gui. Nay what hope Haue we in hiding vs This way the Romaines Must or for Britaines slay vs or receiue vs For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts During their vse and slay vs after Bel. Sonnes Wee 'l higher to the Mountaines there secure v To the Kings party there 's no going newnesse Of Clotens death we being not knowne not muster'd Among the Bands may driue vs to a render Where we haue liu'd and so extort from 's that Which we haue done whose answer would be death Drawne on with Torture Gui. This is Sir a doubt In such a time nothing becomming you Nor satisfying vs. Arui It is not likely That when they heare their Roman horses neigh Behold their quarter'd Fires haue both their eyes And eares so cloy'd importantly as now That they will waste their time vpon our note To know from whence we are Bel. Oh I am knowne Of many in the Army Many yeeres Though Cloten then but young you see not wore him From my remembrance And besides the King Hath not deseru'd my Seruice nor your Loues Who finde in my Exile the want of Breeding The certainty of this heard life aye hopelesse To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd But to be still hot Summers Tanlings and The shrinking Slaues of Winter Gui. Then be so Better to cease to be Pray Sir to ' th' Army I and my Brother are not knowne your selfe So out of thought and thereto so ore-growne Cannot be question'd Arui By this Sunne that shines I le thither What thing is' t that I neuer Did see man dye scarse euer look'd on blood But that of Coward Hares hot Goats and Venison Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one that had A Rider like my selfe who ne're wore Rowell Nor Iron on his heele I am asham'd To looke vpon the holy Sunne to haue The benefit of his blest Beames remaining So long a poore vnknowne Gui. By heauens I le go If you will blesse me Sir and giue me leaue I le take the better care but if you will not The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romaines Arui So say I Amen Bel. No reason I since of your liues you set So slight a valewation should reserue My crack'd one to more care Haue with you Boyes If in your Country warres you chance to dye That is my Bed too Lads and there I le lye Lead lead the time seems long their blood thinks scorn Till it flye out and shew them Princes borne Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Posthumus alone Post Yea bloody cloth I le keep thee for I am wisht Thou should'st be colour'd thus You married ones If each of you should take this course how many Must murther Wiues much better then themselues For wrying but a little Oh Pisanio Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands No Bond but to do iust ones Gods if you Should haue ' tane vengeance on my faults I neuer Had liu'd to put on this so had you saued The noble Imogen to repent and strooke Me wretch more worth your Vengeance But alacke You snatch some hence for little faults that 's loue To haue them fall no more you some permit To second illes with illes each elder worse And make them dread it to the dooers thrift But Imogen is your owne do your best willes And make me blest to obey I am brought hither Among th' Italian Gentry and to fight Against my Ladies Kingdome 'T is enough That Britaine I haue kill'd thy Mistris Peace I le giue no wound to thee therefore good Heauens Heare patiently my purpose I le disrobe me Of these Italian weedes and suite my selfe As do's a Britaine Pezant so I le fight Against the part I come with so I le dye For thee O Imogen euen for whom my life Is euery breath a death and thus vnknowne Pittied nor hated to the face of perill My selfe I le dedicate Let me make men know More valour in me then my habits show Gods put the strength o' th' Leonati in me To shame the guize o' th' world I will begin The fashion lesse without and more within Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lucius Iachimo and the Romane Army at one doore and the Britaine Army at another Leonatus Posthumus following like a poore Souldier They march ouer and goe out Then enter againe in Skirmish Iachimo and Posthumus he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo and then leaues him Iac. The heauinesse and guilt within my bosome Takes off my manhood I haue belyed a Lady The Princesse of this Country and the ayre on 't Reuengingly enfeebles me or could this Carle A very drudge of Natures haue subdu'de me In my profession Knighthoods and Honors borne As I weare
you take him by the arme Oli. Be of good cheere youth you a man You lacke a mans heart Ros I doe so I confesse it Ah sirra a body would thinke this was well counterfeited I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited heigh-ho Oli. This was not counterfeit there is too great testimony in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest Ros Counterfeit I assure you Oli. Well then take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man Ros So I doe but yfaith I should haue beene a woman by right Cel. Come you looke paler and paler pray you draw homewards good sir goe with vs. Oli. That will I for I must beare answere backe How you excuse my brother Rosalind Ros I shall deuise something but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him will you goe Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Clowne and Awdrie Clow. We shall finde a time Awdrie patience gentle Awdrie Awd Faith the Priest was good enough for all the olde gentlemans saying Clow. A most wicked Sir Oliuer Awdrie a most vile Mar-text But Awdrie there is a youth heere in the Forrest layes claime to you Awd I I know who 't is he hath no interest in mee in the world here comes the man you meane Enter William Clo. It is meat and drinke to me to see a Clowne by my troth we that haue good wits haue much to answer for we shall be flouting we cannot hold Will. Good eu'n Audrey Aud. God ye good eu'n William Will. And good eu'n to you Sir Clo. Good eu'n gentle friend Couer thy head couer thy head Nay prethee bee eouer'd How olde are you Friend Will. Fiue and twentie Sir Clo. A ripe age Is thy name William Will. William sir Clo. A faire name Was 't borne i' th Forrest heere Will. I sir I thanke God Clo. Thanke God A good answer Art rich Will. 'Faith sir so so Cle. So so is good very good very excellent good and yet it is not it is but so so Art thou wise Will. I sir I haue a prettie wit Clo. Why thou saist well I do now remember a saying The Foole doth thinke he is wise but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. The Heathen Philosopher when he had a desire to eate a Grape would open his lips when he put it into his mouth meaning thereby that Grapes were made to eate and lippes to open You do loue this maid Will. I do sit Clo. Giue me your hand Art thou Learned Will. No sir Clo. Then learne this of me To haue is to haue For it is a figure in Rhetoricke that drink being powr'd out of a cup into a glasse by filling the one doth empty the other For all your Writers do consent that ipse is hee now you are not ipse for I am he Will. Which he sir Clo. He sir that must marrie this woman Therefore you Clowne abandon which is in the vulgar leaue the societie which in the boorish is companie of this female which in the common is woman which together is abandon the society of this Female or Clowne thou perishest or to thy better vnderstanding dyest or to wit I kill thee make thee away translate thy life into death thy libertie into bondage I will deale in poyson with thee or in bastinado or in steele I will bandy with thee in faction I will ore-run thee with police I will kill thee a hundred and fifty wayes therefore tremble and depart Aud. Do good William Will. God rest you merry sir Exit Enter Corin. Cor. Our Master and Mistresse seekes you come away away Clo. Trip Audry trip Audry I attend I attend Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Orlando Oliuer Orl. Is' t possible that on so little acquaintance you should like her that but seeing you should loue her And louing woo and wooing she should graunt And will you perseuer to enioy her Ol. Neither call the giddinesse of it in question the pouertie of her the small acquaintance my sodaine woing nor sodaine consenting but say with mee I loue Aliena say with her that she loues mee consent with both that we may enioy each other it shall be to your good for my fathers house and all the reuennew that was old Sir Rowlands will I estate vpon you and heere liue and die a Shepherd Enter Rosalind Orl. You haue my consent Let your Wedding be to morrow thither will I Inuite the Duke and all 's contented followers Go you and prepare Aliena for looke you Heere comes my Rosalinde Ros God saue you brother Ol. And you faire sister Ros Oh my deere Orlando how it greeues me to see thee weare thy heart in a scarfe Orl. It is my arme Ros I thought thy heart had beene wounded with the clawes of a Lion Orl. Wounded it is but with the eyes of a Lady Ros Did your brother tell you how I counterfeyted to sound when he shew'd me your handkercher Orl. I and greater wonders then that Ros O I know where you are nay t is true there was neuer any thing so sodaine but the fight of two Rammes and Cesars Thrasonicall bragge of I came saw and ouercome For your brother and my sister no sooner met but they look'd no sooner look'd but they lou'd no sooner lou'd but they sigh'd no sooner sigh'd but they ask'd one another the reason no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedie and in these degrees haue they made a paire of staires to marriage which they will climbe incontinent or else bee incontinent before marriage they are in the verie wrath of loue and they will together Clubbes cannot part them Orl. They shall be married to morrow and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptiall But O how bitter a thing it is to looke into happines through another mans eies by so much the more shall I to morrow be at the height of heart heauinesse by how much I shal thinke my brother happie in hauing what he wishes for Ros Why then to morrow I cannot serue your turne for Rosalind Orl. I can liue no longer by thinking Ros I will wearie you then no longer with idle talking Know of me then for now I speake to some purpose that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit I speake not this that you should beare a good opinion of my knowledge insomuch I say I know you arc neither do I labor for a greater esteeme then may in some little measure draw a beleefe from you to do your selfe good and not to grace me Beleeue then if you please that I can do strange things I haue since I was three yeare old conuerst with a Magitian most profound in his Art and yet not damnable If you do loue Rosalinde so neere the hart as your gesture cries it out when your brother marries Aliena shall you marrie her I know into what straights of Fortune she is driuen and it is not impossible to me if it
ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
I am a youth of fourteene I haue knowne thee already Hel. I dare not say I take you but I giue Me and my seruice euer whilst I liue Into your guiding power This is the man King Why then young Bertram take her shee 's thy wife Ber. My wife my Leige I shal beseech your highnes In such a busines giue me leaue to vse The helpe of mine owne eies King Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's done for mee Ber. Yes my good Lord but neuer hope to know why I should marrie her King Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sickly bed Ber. But followes it my Lord to bring me downe Must answer for your raising I knowe her well Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge A poore Physitians daughter my wife Disdaine Rather corrupt me euer King T is onely title thou disdainst in her the which I can build vp strange is it that our bloods Of colour waight and heat pour'd all together Would quite confound distinction yet stands off In differences so mightie If she bee All that is vertuous saue what thou dislik'st A poore Phisitians daughter thou dislik'st Of vertue for the name but doe not so From lowest place whence vertuous things proceed The place is dignified by th' doers deede Where great additions swell's and vertue none It is a dropsied honour Good a lone Is good without a name Vilenesse is so The propertie by what is is should go Not by the title Shee is young wise faire In these to Nature shee 's immediate heire And these breed honour that is honours scorne Which challenges it selfe as honours borne And is not like the fire Honours thriue When rather from our acts we them deriue Then our fore-goers the meere words a slaue Debosh'd on euerie tombe on euerie graue A lying Trophee and as oft is dumbe Where dust and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe Of honour'd bones-indeed what should be saide If thou canst like this creature as a maide I can create the rest Vertue and shee Is her owne dower Honour and wealth from mee Ber. I cannot loue her nor will striue to doo 't King Thou wrong'st thy selfe if thou shold'st striue to choose Hel. That you are well restor'd my Lord I 'me glad Let the rest go King My Honor 's at the stake which to defeate I must produce my power Heere take her hand Proud scornfull boy vnworthie this good gift That dost in vile misprision shackle vp My loue and her desert that canst not dreame We poizing vs in her defectiue scale Shall weigh thee to the beame That wilt not know It is in Vs to plant thine Honour where We please to haue it grow Cheeke thy contempt Obey Our will which trauailes in thy good Beleeue not thy disdaine but presentlie Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right Which both thy dutie owes and Our power claimes Or I will throw thee from my care for euer Into the staggers and the carelesse lapse Of youth and ignorance both my reuenge and hate Loosing vpon thee in the name of iustice Without all termes of pittie Speake thine answer Ber. Pardon my gracious Lord for I submit My fancie to your eies when I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it I finde that she which late Was in my Nobler thoughts most base is now The praised of the King who so ennobled Is as 't were borne so King Take her by the hand And tell her she is thine to whom I promise A counterpoize If not to thy estate A ballance more repleat Ber. I take her hand Kin. Good fortune and the fauour of the King Smile vpon this Contract whose Ceremonie Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe And be perform'd to night the solemne Feast Shall more attend vpon the coming space Expecting absent friends As thou lou'st her Thy loue 's to me Religious else do's erre Exeunt Parolles and Lafew stay behind commenting of this wedding Laf. Do you heare Monsieur A word with you Par. Your pleasure sir Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation Par. Recantation My Lord my Master Laf. I Is it not a Language I speake Par. A most harsh one and not to bee vnderstoode without bloudie succeeding My Master Laf. Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion Par. To any Count to all Counts to what is man Laf. To what is Counts man Counts maister is of another stile Par. You are too old sir Let it satisfie you you are too old Laf. I must tell thee sirrah I write Man to which title age cannot bring thee Par. What I dare too well do I dare not do Laf. I did thinke thee for two ordinaries to bee a prettie wise fellow thou didst make tollerable vent of thy trauell it might passe yet the scarffes and the bannerets about thee did manifoldlie disswade me from beleeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen I haue now found thee when I loose thee againe I care not yet art thou good for nothing but taking vp and that th' ourt scarce worth Par. Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee Laf. Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger least thou hasten thy triall which if Lord haue mercie on thee for a hen so my good window of Lettice fare thee well thy casement I neede not open for I look through thee Giue me thy hand Par. My Lord you giue me most egregious indignity Laf. I with all my heart and thou art worthy of it Par. I haue not my Lord deseru'd it Laf. Yes good faith eu'ry dramme of it and I will not bâ—te thee a scruple Par. Well I shall be wiser Laf. Eu'n as soone as thou can'st for thou hast to pull at a smacke a' th contrarie If euer thou bee'st bound in thy skarfe and beaten thou shall finde what it is to be proud of thy bondage I haue a desire to holde my acquaintance with thee or rather my knowledge that I may say in the default he is a man I know Par. My Lord you do me most insupportable vexation Laf. I would it were hell paines for thy sake and my poore doing eternall for doing I am past as I will by thee in what motion age will giue me leaue Exit Par. Well thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace off me scuruy old filthy scuruy Lord Well I must be patient there is no fettering of authority I le beate him by my life if I can meete him with any conuenience and he were double and double a Lord. I le haue no more pittie of his age then I would haue of I le beate him and if I could but meet him agen Enter Lafew Laf. Sirra your Lord and masters married there 's newes for you you haue a new Mistris Par. I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to make some reseruation of your wrongs He is my good Lord whom I serue aboue is my master Laf. Who God Par. I