be washt away Kin. 'T were good yours did for sir to tell you plaine I le finde a fairer face not washt to day Ber. I le proue her faire or talke till dooms-day here Kin. No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee Duma I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere Lou. Looke heer 's thy loue my foot and her face see Ber. O if the streets were paued with thine eyes Her feet were much too dainty for such tread Duma O vile then as she goes what vpward lyes The street should see as she walk'd ouer head Kin. But what of this are we not all in loue Ber. O nothing so sure and thereby all forsworne Kin. Then leaue this chat good Berown now proue Our louing lawfull and our fayth not torne Dum. I marie there some flattery for this euill Long. O some authority how to proceed Some tricks some quillets how to cheat the diuell Dum. Some salue for periurie Ber. O 't is more then neede Haue at you then affections men at armes Consider what you first did sweare vnto To fast to study and to see no woman Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth Say Can you fast your stomacks are too young And abstinence ingenders maladies And where that you haue vow'd to studie Lords In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke Can you still dreame and pore and thereon looke For when would you my Lord or you or you Haue found the ground of studies excellence Without the beauty of a womans face From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They are the Ground the Bookes the Achadems From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire Why vniuersall plodding poysons vp The nimble spirits in the arteries As motion and long during action tyres The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer Now for not looking on a womans face You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes And studie too the causer of your vow For where is any Author in the world Teaches such beauty as a womans eye Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe And where we are our Learning likewise is Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes With our selues Doe we not likewise see our learning there O we haue made a Vow to studie Lords And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes For when would you my Leege or you or you In leaden contemplation haue found out Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine And therefore finding barraine practizers Scarce shew a haruest of their heauy toyle But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes Liues not alone emured in the braine But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in euery power And giues to euery power a double power Aboue their functions and their offices It addes a precious seeing to the eye A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde A Louers eare will heare the lowest sound When the suspicious head of theft is stopt Loues feeling is more soft and sensible Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Snayles Loues tongue proues dainty Bachus grosse in taste For Valour is not Loue a Hercules Still climing trees in the Hesporides Subtill as Sphinx as sweet and musicall As bright Apollo's Lute strung with his haire And when Loue speakes the voyce of all the Gods Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes O then his lines would rauish sauage eares And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They sparcle still the right promethean fire They are the Bookes the Arts the Achademes That shew containe and nourish all the world Else none at all in ought proues excellent Then fooles you were these women to forsweare Or keeping what is sworne you will proue fooles For Wisedomes sake a word that all men loue Or for Loues sake a word that loues all men Or for Mens sake the author of these Women Or Womens sake by whom we men are Men. Let 's once loose our oathes to finde our selues Or else we loose our selues to keepe our oathes It is religion to be thus forsworne For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law And who can seuer loue from Charity Kin. Saint Cupid then and Souldiers to the field Ber. Aduance your standards vpon them Lords Pell mell downe with them but be first aduis'd In conflict that you get the Sunne of them Long. Now to plaine dealing Lay these glozes by Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France Kin. And winne them too therefore let vs deuise Some entertainment for them in their Tents Ber. First from the Park let vs conduct them thither Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Mistresse in the afternoone We will with some strange pastime solace them Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape For Reuels Dances Maskes and merry houres Fore-runne faire Loue strewing her way with flowres Kin. Away away no time shall be omitted That will be time and may by vs be fitted Ber. Alone alone sowed Cockell reap'd no Corne And Iustice alwaies whirles in equall measure Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne If so our Copper buyes no better treasure Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter the Pedant Curate and Dull Pedant Satis quid sufficit Curat I praise God for you sir your reasons at dinner haue beene sharpe sententious pleasant without scurrillity witty without affection audacious without impudency learned without opinion and strange without heresie I did conuerse this quondam day with a companion of the Kings who is intituled nominated or called Don Adriano de Armatho Ped. Noui hominum tanquam te His humour is lofty his discourse peremptorie his tongue filed his eye ambitious his gate maiesticall and his generall behauiour vaine ridiculous and thrasonicall He is too picked too spruce too affected too odde as it were too peregrinat as I may call it Curat A most singular and choise Epithat Draw out his Table-booke Peda. He draweth out the thred of his verbositie finer then the staple of his argument I abhor such phanaticall phantasims such insociable and poynt deuise companions such rackers of ortagriphie as to speake dout fine when he should say doubt det when he shold pronounce debt deâ—t not det he clepeth a Calf Caufe halfe haufe neighbour vocatur nebour neigh abreuiated ne this is abhominable which he would call abhominable it insinuateth me of infamie ne inteligis domine to make frantiâ—ke lunaticke Cura Laus deo bene intelligo Peda. Bome boon for boon prescian a little scratcht 't wil serue Enter Bragart Boy Curat Vides ne quis venit Peda. Video gaudio Brag. Chirra Peda. Quarâ— Chirra not Sirra Brag. Men of peace well incountred Ped. Most millitarie sir salutation Boy They haue beene at a great feast of Languages and stolne the scraps Clow. O they haue
are scoundrels and substractor that say so of him Who are they Ma. They that adde moreour hee 's drunke nightly in your company To. With drinking healths to my Neece I le drinke to her as long as there is a passage in my throat drinke in Illyria he 's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not drinke to my Neece till his braines turne o' th toe like a parish top What wench Castiliano vulgo for here coms Sir Andrew Agueface Enter Sir Andrew And. Sir Toby Belch How now sir Toby Belch To. Sweet sir Andrew And. Blesse you faire Shrew Mar. And you too sir Tob. Accost Sir Andrew accost And. What 's that To. My Neeces Chamber-maid Ma. Good Mistris accost I desire better acquaintance Ma. My name is Mary sir And. Good mistris Mary accost To You mistake knight Accost is front her boord her woe her assayle her And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company Is that the meaning of Accost Ma. Far you well Gentlemen To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew would thou mightst neuer draw sword agen And. And you part so mistris I would I might neuer draw sword agen Faire Lady doe you thinke you haue fooles in hand Ma. Sir I haue not you by ' th hand An. Marry but you shall haue and heere 's my hand Ma. Now sir thought is free I pray you bring your hand to ' th Buttry barre and let it drinke An. Wherefore sweet-heart What 's your Metaphor Ma. It 's dry sir And. Why I thinke so I am not such an asse but I can keepe my hand dry But what 's your iest Ma. A dry iest Sir And. Are you full of them Ma. I Sir I haue them at my fingers ends marry now I let go your hand I am barren Exit Maria To. O knight thou lack'st a cup of Canarie when did I see thee so put downe An. Neuer in your life I thinke vnlesse you see Canarie put me downe mee thinkes sometimes I haue no more wit then a Christian or an ordinary man ha's but I am a great eater of beefe and I beleeue that does harme to my wit To. No question An. And I thought that I 'de forsweare it I le ride home to morrow sir Toby To. Pur-quoy my deere knight An. What is purquoy Do or not do I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I haue in fencing dancing and beare-bayting O had I but followed the Arts. To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire An. Why would that haue mended my haire To. Past question for thou seest it will not coole my nature An But it becoms we wel enough dost not To. Excellent it hangs like flax on a distaffe I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs spin it off An. Faith I le home to morrow sir Toby your niece wil not be seene or if she be it 's four to one she 'l none of me the Count himselfe here hard by wooes her To. Shee 'l none o' th Count she 'l not match aboue hir degree neither in estate yeares nor wit I haue heard her swear 't Tut there 's life in 't man And. I le stay a moneth longer I am a fellow o' th strangest minde i' th world I delight in Maskes and Reuels sometimes altogether To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight And. As any man in Illyria whatsoeuer he be vnder the degree of my betters yet I will not compare with an old man To. What is thy excellence in a galliard knight And. Faith I can cut a caper To. And I can cut the Mutton too 't And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke simply as strong as any man in Illyria To. Wherefore are these things hid Wherefore haue these gifts a Curtaine before ' em Are they like to take dust like mistris Mals picture Why dost thou not goe to Church in a Galliard and come home in a Carranto My verie walke should be a Iigge I would not so much as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace What dooest thou meane Is it a world to hide vertues in I did thinke by the excellent constitution of thy legge it was form'd vnder the starre of a Galliard And I 't is strong and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd stocke Shall we sit about some Reuels To. What shall we do else were we not borne vnder Taurus And. Taurus That sides and heart To. No sir it is leggs and thighes let me see thee caper Ha higher ha ha excellent Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine and Viola in mans attire Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you Cesario you are like to be much aduanc'd he hath known you but three dayes and already you are no stranger Vio. You either feare his humour or my negligence that you call in question the continuance of his loue Is he inconstant sir in his fauours Val No beleeue me Enter Duke Curio and Attendants Vio. I thanke you heere comes the Count. Duke Who saw Cesario hoa Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere Du Stand you a-while aloofe Cesario Thou knowst no lesse but all I haue vnclasp'd To thee the booke euen of my secret soule Therefore good youth addresse thy gate vnto her Be not deni'de accesse stand at her doores And tell them there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou haue audience Vio Sure my Noble Lord If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke she neuer will admit me Du Be clamorous and leape all ciuill bounds Rather then make vnprofited returne Vio. Say I do speake with her my Lord what then Du. O then vnfold the passion of my loue Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith It shall become thee well to act my woes She will attend it better in thy youth Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect Vio. I thinke not so my Lord. Du. Deere Lad beleeue it For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres That say thou art a man Dianas lip Is not more smooth and rubious thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ shrill and sound And all is semblatiue a womans part I know thy constellation is right apt For this affayre some foure or fiue attend him All if you will for I my selfe am best When least in companie prosper well in this And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord To call his fortunes thine Vio I le do my best To woe your Lady yet a barrefull strife Who ere I woe my selfe would be his wife Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Maria and Clowne Ma. Nay either tell me where thou hast bin or I will not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter in way of thy excuse my Lady will hang thee for thy absence Clo. Let her hang me hee that is well hang'de in this world needs to feare no colours Ma. Make that good Clo. He shall see none to feare Ma. A good lenton
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
I am a horsebacke I will sweare I loue thee infinitely But hearke you Kate I must not haue you henceforth question me Whether I go nor reason whereabout Whether I must I must and to conclude This Euening must I leaue thee gentle Kate. I know you wise but yet no further wise Then Harry Percies wife Constant you are But yet a woman and for secrecie No Lady closer For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know And so farre wilt I trust thee gentle Kate. La. How so farre Hot. Not an inch further But harke you Kate Whither I go thither shall you go too To day will I set forth to morrow you Will this content you Kate La. It must of force Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Prince and Poines Prin. Ned prethee come out of that fat roome lend me thy hand to laugh a little Poines Where hast bene Hall Prin. With three or foure Logger-heads amongst 3. or fourescore Hogsheads I haue sounded the verie base string of humility Sirra I am sworn brother to a leash of Drawers and can call them by their names as Tom Dicke and Francis They take it already vpon their confidence that though I be but Prince of Wales yet I am the King of Curtesie telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falstaffe but a Corinthian a lad of mettle a good boy and when I am King of England I shall command al the good Laddes in East-cheape They call drinking deepe dying Scarlet and when you breath in your watering then they try hem and bid you play it off To conclude I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my life I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honor that thou wer 't not with me in this action but sweet Ned to sweeten which name of Ned I giue thee this peniworth of Sugar clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker one that neuer spake other English in his life then Eight shillings and six pence and You are welcome with this shril addition Anon Anon sir Score a Pint of Bastard in the Halfe Moone or so But Ned to driue away time till Falstaffe come I prythee doe thou stand in some by-roome while I question my puny Drawer to what end hee gaue me the Sugar and do neuer leaue calling Francis that his Tale to me may be nothing but Anon step aside and I le shew thee a President Poines Francis Prin. Thou art perfect Poin. Francis Enter Drawer Fran. Anon anon sir looke downe into the Pomgarnet Ralfe Prince Come hither Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. How long hast thou to serue Francis Fran. Forsooth fiue yeares and as much as to Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. Fiue yeares Betlady a long Lease for the clinking of Pewter But Francis darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy Indenture shew it a faire paire of heeles and run from it Fran. O Lord sir I le be sworne vpon all the Books in England I could finde in my heart Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. How old art thou Francis Fran. Let me see about Michaelmas next I shal be Poin. Francis Fran. Anon sir pray you stay a little my Lord. Prin. Nay but harke you Francis for the Sugar thou gauest me 't was a penyworth was 't not Fran. O Lord sir I would it had bene two Prin. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound Aske me when thou wilt and thou shalt haue it Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon Prin. Anon Francis No Francis but to morrow Francis or Francis on thursday or indeed Francis when thou wilt But Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin Christall button Not-pated Agat ring Puke stocking Caddice garter Smooth tongue Spanish pouch Fran. O Lord sir who do you meane Prin. Why then your browne Bastard is your onely drinke for looke you Francis your white Canuas doublet will sulley In Barbary sir it cannot come to so much Fran. What sir Poin. Francis Prin. Away you Rogue dost thou heare them call Heere they both call him the Drawer stands amazed not knowing which way to go Enter Vintner Vint. What stand'st thou still and hear'st such a calling Looke to the Guests within My Lord olde Sir Iohn with halfe a dozen more are at the doore shall I let them in Prin. Let them alone awhile and then open the doore Poines Enter Poines Poin. Anon anon sir Prin. Sirra Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues are at the doore shall we be merry Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the Drawer Come what 's the issue Prin. I am now of all humors that haue shewed themselues humors since the old dayes of goodman Adam to the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight What 's a clocke Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words then a Parret and yet the sonne of a Woman His industry is vp-staires and down-staires his eloquence the parcell of a reckoning I am not yet of Percies mind the Hotspurre of the North he that killes me some sixe or seauen dozen of Scots at a Breakfast washes his hands and saies to his wife Fie vpon this quiet life I want worke O my sweet Harry sayes she how many hast thou kill'd to day Giue my Roane horse a drench sayes hee and answeres some fourteene an houre after a trifle a trifle I prethee call in Falstaffe I le play Percy and that damn'd Brawne shall play Dame Mortimer his wife Rino sayes the drunkard Call in Ribs call in Tallow Enter Falstaffe Poin. Welcome Iacke where hast thou beene Fal. A plague of all Cowards I say and a Vengeance too marry and Amen Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy Ere I leade this life long I le sowe nether stockes and mend them too A plague of all cowards Giue me a Cup of Sacke Rogue Is there no Vertue extant Prin. Didst thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of the Sunne If thou didst then behold that compound Fal. You Rogue heere 's Lime in this Sacke too there is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man yet a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime A villanous Coward go thy wayes old Iacke die when thou wilt if manhood good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth then am I a shotten Herring there lines not three good men vnhang'd in England one of them is fat and growes old God helpe the while a bad world I say I would I were a Weauer I could sing all manner of songs A plague of all Cowards I say still Prin. How now Woolsacke what mutter you Fal. A Kings Sonne If I do not beate thee out of
come your Wiues and let vs take our leaue Enter Glendower with the Ladies Mort. This is the deadly spight that angers me My Wife can speake no English I no Welsh Glend My Daughter weepes shee 'le not part with you Shee 'le be a Souldier too shee 'le to the Warres Mort. Good Father tell her that she and my Aunt Percy Shall follow in your Conduct speedily Glendower speakes to her in Welsh and she answeres him in the same Glend Shee is desperate heere A peeuish selfe-will'd Harlotry One that no perswasion can doe good vpon The Lady speakes in Welsh Mort. I vnderstand thy Lookes that pretty Welsh Which thou powr'st down from these swelling Heauens I am too perfect in and but for shame In such a parley should I answere thee The Lady againe in Welsh Mort. I vnderstand thy Kisses and thou mine And that 's a feeling disputation But I will neuer be a Truant Loue Till I haue learn'd thy Language for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as Ditties highly penn'd Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre With rauishing Diuision to her Lute Glend Nay if thou melt then will she runne madde The Lady speakes againe in Welsh Mort. O I am Ignorance it selfe in this Glend She bids you On the wanton Rushes lay you downe And rest your gentle Head vpon her Lappe And she will sing the Song that pleaseth you And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe Charming your blood with pleasing heauinesse Making such difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe As is the difference betwixt Day and Night The houre before the Heauenly Harneis'd Teeme Begins his Golden Progresse in the East Mort. With all my heart I le sit and heare her sing By that time will our Booke I thinke be drawne Glend Doe so And those Musitians that shall play to you Hang in the Ayre a thousand Leagues from thence And straight they shall be here sit and attend Hotsp Come Kate thou art perfect in lying downe Come quicke quicke that I may lay my Head in thy Lappe Lady Goe ye giddy-Goose The Musicke playes Hotsp Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh And 't is no maruell he is so humorous Byrlady hee 's a good Musitian Lady Then would you be nothing but Musicall For you are altogether gouerned by humors Lye still ye Theefe and heare the Lady sing in Welsh Hotsp I had rather heare Lady my Brach howle in Irish Lady Would'st haue thy Head broken Hotsp No. Lady Then be still Hotsp Neyther 't is a Womans fault Lady Now God helpe thee Hotsp To the Welsh Ladies Bed Lady What 's that Hotsp Peace shee sings Heere the Lady sings a Welsh Song Hotsp Come I le haue your Song too Lady Not mine in good sooth Hotsp Not yours in good sooth You sweare like a Comfit-makers Wife Not you in good sooth and as true as I liue And as God shall mend me and as sure as day And giuest such Sarcenet suretie for thy Oathes As if thou neuer walk'st further then Finsbury Sweare me Kate like a Lady as thou art A good mouth-filling Oath and leaue in sooth And such protest of Pepper Ginger-bread To Veluet-Guards and Sunday-Citizens Come sing Lady I will not sing Hotsp 'T is the next way to turne Taylor or be Redbrest teacher and the Indentures be drawne I le away within these two howres and so come in when yee will Exit Glend Come come Lord Mortimer you are as slow As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe By this our Booke is drawne wee 'le but seale And then to Horse immediately Mort. With all my heart Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter the King Prince of Wales and others King Lords giue vs leaue The Prince of Wales and I Must haue some priuate conference But be neere at hand For wee shall presently haue neede of you Exeunt Lords I know not whether Heauen will haue it so For some displeasing seruice I haue done That in his secret Doome out of my Blood Hee 'le breede Reuengement and a Scourge for me But thou do'st in thy passages of Life Make me beleeue that thou art onely mark'd For the hot vengeance and the Rod of heauen To punish my Mistreadings Tell me else Could such inordinate and low desires Such poore such bare such lewd such meane attempts Such barren pleasures rude societie As thou art matcht withall and grafted too Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood And hold their leuell with thy Princely heart Prince So please your Maiesty I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuse As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge My selfe of many I am charg'd withall Yet such extenuation let me begge As in reproofe of many Tales deuis'd Which oft the Eare of Greatnesse needes must heare By smiling Pick-thankes and base Newes-mongers I may for some things true wherein my youth Hath faultie wandred and irregular Finde pardon on my true submission King Heauen pardon thee Yet let me wonder Harry At thy affections which doe hold a Wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors Thy place in Councell thou hast rudely lost Which by thy younger Brother is supply'de And art almost an alien to the hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd and the Soule of euery man Prophetically doe fore-thinke thy fall Had I so lauish of my presence beene So common hackney'd in the eyes of men So stale and cheape to vulgar Company Opinion that did helpe me to the Crowne Had still kept loyall to possession And left me in reputelesse banishment A fellow of no marke nor likelyhood By being seldome seene I could not stirre But like a Comet I was wondred at That men would tell their Children This is hee Others would say Where Which is Bullingbrooke And then I stole all Courtesie from Heauen And drest my selfe in such Humilitie That I did plucke Allegeance from mens hearts Lowd Showts and Salutations from their mouthes Euen in the presence of the Crowned King Thus I did keepe my Person fresh and new My Presence like a Robe Pontificall Ne're seene but wondred at and so my State Seldome but sumptuous shewed like a Feast And wonne by rarenesse such Solemnitie The skipping King hee ambled vp and downe With shallow Iesters and rash Bauin Wits Soone kindled and soone burnt carded his State Mingled his Royaltie with Carping Fooles Had his great Name prophaned with their Scornes And gaue his Countenance against his Name To laugh at gybing Boyes and stand the push Of euery Beardlesse vaine Comparatiue Grew a Companion to the common Streetes Enfeoff'd himselfe to Popularitie That being dayly swallowed by mens Eyes They surfeted with Honey and began to loathe The taste of Sweetnesse whereof a little More then a little is by much too much So when he had occasion to be seene He was but as the Cuckow is in Iune Heard not regarded seene but with such Eyes As sicke and blunted
by Gads-hill you knew I was at your back and spoke it on purpose to trie my patience Fal. No no no not so I did not thinke thou wast within hearing Prince I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse and then I know how to handle you Fal. No abuse Hall on mine Honor no abuse Prince Not to disprayse me and call me Pantler and Bread-chopper and I know not what Fal. No abuse Hal. Poin. No abuse Fal. No abuse Ned in the World honest Ned none I disprays'd him before the Wicked that the Wicked might not fall in loue with him In which doing I haue done the part of a carefull Friend and a true Subiect and thy Father is to giue me thankes for it No abuse Hal none Ned none no Boyes none Prince See now whether pure Feare and entire Cowardise doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentlewoman to close with vs Is shee of the Wicked Is thine Hostesse heere of the Wicked Or is the Boy of the Wicked Or honest Bardolph whose Zeale burnes in his Nose of the Wicked Poin. Answere thou dead Elme answere Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecouerable and his Face is Lucifers Priuy-Kitchin where hee doth nothing but rost Mault-Wormes for the Boy there is a good Angell about him but the Deuill out-bids him too Prince For the Women Fal. For one of them shee is in Hell alreadie and burnes poore Soules for the other I owe her Money and whether shee bee damn'd for that I know not Host No I warrant you Fal. No I thinke thou art not I thinke thou art quit for that Marry there is another Indictment vpon thee for suffering flesh to bee eaten in thy house contrary to the Law for the which I thinke thou wilt howle Host. All Victuallers doe so What is a Ioynt of Mutton or two in a whole Lent Prince You Gentlewoman Dol. What sayes your Grace Falst His Grace sayes that which his flesh rebells against Host Who knocks so lowd at doore Looke to the doore there Francis Enter Peto Prince Peto how now what newes Peto The King your Father is at Westminster And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes Come from the North and as I came along I met and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines Bare-headed sweating knocking at the Tauernes And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falstaffe Prince By Heauen Poines I feele me much to blame So idly to prophane the precious time When Tempest of Commotion like the South Borne with black Vapour doth begin to melt And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads Giue me my Sword and Cloake Falstaffe good night Exit Falst. Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the night and wee must hence and leaue it vnpickt More knocking at the doore How now what 's the matter Bard. You must away to Court Sir presently A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you Falst Pay the Musitians Sirrha farewell Hostesse farewell Dol. You see my good Wenches how men of Merit are sought after the vndeseruer may sleepe when the man of Action is call'd on Farewell good Wenches if I be not sent away poste I will see you againe ere I goe Dol. I cannot speake if my heart bee not readie to burst Well sweete Iacke haue a care of thy selfe Falst Farewell farewell Exit Host. Well fare thee well I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres come Pescod-time but an honester and truer-hearted man Well fare thee well Bard. Mistris Teare-sheet Host What 's the matter Bard. Bid Mistris Teare-sheet come to my Master Host Oh runne Dol runne runne good Dol. Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter the King with a Page King Goe call the Earles of Surrey and of Warwick But ere they come bid them ore-reade these Letters And well consider of them make good speed Exit How many thousand of my poorest Subiects Are at this howre asleepe O Sleepe O gentle Sleepe Natures soft Nurse how haue I frighted thee That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe And steepe my Sences in Forgetfulnesse Why rather Sleepe lyest thou in smoakie Cribs Vpon vneasie Pallads stretching thee And huisht with bussing Night flyes to thy slumber Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great Vnder the Canopies of costly State And lull'd with sounds of sweetest Melodie O thou dull God why lyest thou with the vilde In loathsome Beds and leau'st the Kingly Couch A Watch-case or a common Larum-Bell Wilt thou vpon the high and giddie Mast Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes and rock his Braines In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge And in the visitation of the Windes Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deaff'ning Clamors in the slipp'ry Clouds That with the hurley Death it selfe awakes Canst thou O partiall Sleepe giue thy Repose To the wet Sea-Boy in an houre so rude And in the calmest and most stillest Night With all appliances and meanes to boote Deny it to a King Then happy Lowe lye downe Vneasie lyes the Head that weares a Crowne Enter Warwicke and Surrey War Many good-morrowes to your Maiestie King Is it good-morrow Lords War 'T is One a Clock and past King Why then good-morrow to you all my Lords Haue you read o're the Letters that I sent you War We haue my Liege King Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome How foule it is what ranke Diseases grow And with what danger neere the Heart of it War It is but as a Body yet distemper'd Which to his former strength may be restor'd With good aduice and little Medicine My Lord Northumberland will soone be cool'd King Oh Heauen that one might read the Book of Fate And see the reuolution of the Times Make Mountaines leuell and the Continent Wearie of solide firmenesse melt it selfe Into the Sea and other Times to see The beachie Girdle of the Ocean Too wide for Neptunes hippes how Chances mocks And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration With diuers Liquors 'T is not tenne yeeres gone Since Richard and Northumberland great friends Did feast together and in two yeeres after Were they at Warres It is but eight yeeres since This Percie was the man neerest my Soule Who like a Brother toyl'd in my Affaires And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot Yea for my sake euen to the eyes of Richard Gaue him defiance But which of you was by You Cousin Neuil as I may remember When Richard with his Eye brim-full of Teares Then check'd and rated by Northumberland Did speake these words now prou'd a Prophecie Northumberland thou Ladder by the which My Cousin Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne Though then Heauen knowes I had no such intent But that necessitie so bow'd the State That I and Greatnesse were compell'd to kisse The Time shall come thus did hee follow it The Time will come that foule Sinne gathering head Shall breake into Corruption so went on Fore-telling this same Times Condition And the diuision of our
for my Lady craues To know the cause of your abrupt departure Talb. Marry for that shee 's in a wrong beleefe I goe to certifie her Talbot's here Enter Porter with Keyes Count. If thou be he then art thou Prisoner Talb. Prisoner to whom Count. To me blood-thirstie Lord And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs But now the substance shall endure the like And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres Wasted our Countrey slaine our Citizens And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate Talb. Ha ha ha Count. Laughest thou Wretch Thy mirth shall turne to moane Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond To thinke that you haue ought but Talbots shadow Whereon to practise your seueritie Count. Why art not thou the man Talb. I am indeede Count. Then haue I substance too Talb. No no I am but shadow of my selfe You are deceiu'd my substance is not here For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of Humanitie I tell you Madame were the whole Frame here It is of such a spacious loftie pitch Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce He will be here and yet he is not here How can these contrarieties agree Talb. That will I shew you presently Winds his Horne Drummes strike vp a Peale of Ordenance Enter Souldiors How say you Madame are you now perswaded That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe These are his substance sinewes armes and strength With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes Razeth your Cities and subuerts your Townes And in a moment makes them desolate Count. Victorious Talbot pardon my abuse I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited And more then may be gathered by thy shape Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath For I am sorry that with reuerence I did not entertaine thee as thou art Talb. Be not dismay'd faire Lady nor misconster The minde of Talbot as you did mistake The outward composition of his body What you haue done hath not offended me Nor other satisfaction doe I craue But onely with your patience that we may Taste of your Wine and see what Cates you haue For Souldiers stomacks alwayes serue them well Count. With all my heart and thinke me honored To feast so great a Warrior in my House Exeunt Enter Richard Plantagenet Warwick Somerset Poole and others Yorke Great Lords and Gentlemen What meanes this silence Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd The Garden here is more conuenient York Then say at once if I maintain'd the Truth Or else was wrangling Somerset in th' error Suff. Faith I haue beene a Traunt in the Law And neuer yet could frame my will to it And therefore frame the Law vnto my will Som. Iudge you my Lord of Warwicke then betweene vs. War Between two Hawks which flyes the higher pitch Between two Dogs which hath the deeper mouth Between two Blades which beares the better temper Between two Horses which doth beare him best Between two Girles which hath the merryest eye I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Judgement But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw. York Tut tut here is a mannerly forbearance The truth appeares so naked on my side That any purblind eye may find it out Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd So cleare so shining and so euident That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye York Since you are tongue-ty'd and so loth to speake In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman And stands vpon the honor of his birth If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me Som. Let him that is no Coward nor no Flatterer But dare maintaine the partie of the truth Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me War I loue no Colours and without all colour Of base insinuating flatterie I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet Suff. I pluck this red Rose with young Somerset And say withall I thinke he held the right Vernon Stay Lords and Gentlemen and pluck no more Till you conclude that he vpon whose side The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion Som. Good Master Vernon it is well obiected If I haue fewest I subscribe in silence York And I. Vernon Then for the truth and plainnesse of the Case I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off Least bleeding you doe paint the white Rose red And fall on my side so against your will Vernon If I my Lord for my opinion bleed Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt And keepe me on the side where still I am Som. Well well come on who else Lawyer Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false The argument you held was wrong in you In signe whereof I pluck a white Rose too Yorke Now Somerset where is your argument Som. Here in my Scabbard meditating that Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red Yorke Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses For pale they looke with feare as witnessing The truth on our side Som. No Plantagenet 'T is not for scare but anger that thy cheekes Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our Roses And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error Yorke Hath not thy Rose a Canker Somerset Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne Plantagenet Yorke I sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood Som. Well I le find friends to weare my bleeding Roses That shall maintaine what I haue said is true Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene Yorke Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand I scorne thee and thy fashion peeuish Boy Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way Plantagenet York Prowd Poole I will and scorne both him and thee Suff. I le turne my part thereof into thy throat Som. Away away good William de la Poole We grace the Yeoman by conuersing with him Warw. Now by Gods will thou wrong'st him Somerset His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root Yorke He beares him on the place's Priuiledge Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus Som. By him that made me I le maintaine my words On any Plot of Ground in Christendome Was not thy Father Richard Earle of Cambridge For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes And by his Treason stand'st not thou attainted Corrupted and exempt from ancient Gentry His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood And till thou be
craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels Scales Such ayd as I can spare you shall command But I am troubled heere with them my selfe The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower But get you to Smithfield and gather head And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe Fight for your King your Countrey and your Liues And so farwell for I must hence againe Exeunt Enter Iacke Cade and the rest and strikes his staffe on London stone Cade Now is Mortimer Lord of this City And heere sitting vpon London Stone I charge and command that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine This first yeare of our raigne And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any That calles me other then Lord Mortimer Enter a Soldier running Soul Iacke Cade Iacke Cade Cade Knocke him downe there They kill him But. If this Fellow be wise hee 'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more I thinke he hath a very faire warning Dicke My Lord there 's an Army gathered together in Smithfield Cade Come then let 's go fight with them But first go and set London Bridge on fire And if you can burne downe the Tower too Come let 's away Exeunt omnes Alarums Mathew Goffe is slain and all the rest Then enter Iake Cade with his Company Cade So sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy Others to ' th Innes of Court downe with them all Hut I haue a suite vnto your Lordship Cade Bee it a Lordshippe thou shalt haue it for that word But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth Iohn Masse 't will be sore Law then for he was thrust in the mouth with a Speare and 't is not whole yet Smith Nay Iohn it wil be stinking Law for his breath stinkes with eating toasted cheese Cade I haue thought vpon it it shall bee so Away burne all the Records of the Realme my mouth shall be the Parliament of England Iohn Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out Cade And hence-forward all things shall be in Common Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord a prize a prize heere 's the Lord Say which sold the Townes in France He that made vs pay one and twenty Fifteenes and one shilling to the pound the last Subsidie Enter George with the Lord Say Cade Well hee shall be beheaded for it ten times Ah thou Say thou Surge nay thou Buckram Lord now art thou within point-blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall What canst thou answer to my Maiesty for giuing vp of Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu the Dolphine of France Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence euen the presence of Lord Mortimer that I am the Beesome that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou art Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of the Realme in erecting a Grammar Schoole and whereas before our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the Score and the Tally thou hast caused printing to be vs'd and contrary to the King his Crowne and Dignity thou hast built a Paper-Mill It will be prooued to thy Face that thou hast men about thee that vsually talke of a Nowne and a Verbe and such abhominable wordes as no Christian eare can endure to heare Thou hast appointed Iustices of Peace to call poore men before them about matters they were not able to answer Moreouer thou hast put them in prison and because they could not reade thou hast hang'd them when indeede onely for that cause they haue beene most worthy to liue Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth dost thou not Say What of that Cade Marry thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare a Cloake when honester men then thou go in their Hose and Doublets Dicke And worke in their shirt to as my selfe for example that am a butcher Say You men of Kent Dic. What say you of Kent Say Nothing but this 'T is bona terra mala gens Cade Away with him away with him he speaks Latine Say Heare me but speake and beare mee wher'e you will Kent in the Commentaries Caesar writ Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle Sweet is the Covntry because full of Riches The People Liberall Valiant Actiue Wealthy Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty I sold not Maine I lost not Normandie Yet to recouer them would loose my life Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me Gifts could neuer When haue I ought exacted at your hands Kent to maintaine the King the Realme and you Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits You cannot but forbeare to murther me This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe Cade Tut when struck'st thou one blow in the field Say Great men haue reaching hands oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw and strucke them dead Geo. O monstrous Coward What to come behinde Folkes Say These cheekes are pale for watching for your good Cade Giue him a box o' th' eare and that wil make 'em red againe Say Long sitting to determine poore mens causes Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases Cade Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then the help of hatchet Dicke Why dost thou quiuer man Say The Palsie and not feare prouokes me Cade Nay he noddes at vs as who should say I le be euen with you I le see if his head will stand steddier on a pole or no Take him away and behead him Say Tell me wherein haue I offended most Haue I affected wealth or honor Speake Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold Whom haue I iniur'd that ye seeke my death These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts O let me liue Cade I feele remorse in my selfe with his words but I le bridle it he shall dye and it bee but for pleading so well for his life Away with him he ha's a Familiar vnder his Tongue he speakes not a Gods name Goe take him away I say and strike off his head presently and then breake into his Sonne in Lawes house Sir Iames Cromer and strike off his head and bring them both vppon two poles hither All. It shall be done Say Ah Countrimen If when you make your prair's God should be so obdurate as your selues How would it fare with your departed soules And therefore yet relent and saue my life Cade Away with him and do as I command ye the proudest Peere in the Realme shall not weare a head on his shoulders vnlesse he pay me tribute there shall not a maid be married but she shall pay to me her Mayden-head ere they haue it Men shall hold of mee
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
mercy Iesu Soft I did but dreame O coward Conscience how dost thou afflict me The Lights burne blew It is not dead midnight Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I feare my Selfe There 's none else by Richard loues Richard that is I am I. Is there a Murtherer heere No Yes I am Then flye What from my Selfe Great reason why Lest I Reuenge What my Selfe vpon my Selfe Alacke I loue my Selfe Wherefore For any good That I my Selfe haue done vnto my Selfe O no. Alas I rather hate my Selfe For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe I am a Villaine yet I Lye I am not Foole of thy Selfe speake well Foole do not flatter My Conscience hath a thousand seuerall Tongues And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine Periurie in the high'st Degree Murther sterne murther in the dyr'st degree All seuerall sinnes all vs d in each degree Throng all to ' th Barre crying all Guilty Guilty I shall dispaire there is no Creature loues me And if I die no soule shall pittie me Nay wherefore should they Since that I my Selfe Finde in my Selfe no pittie to my Selfe Me thought the Soules of all that I had murther'd Came to my Tent and euery one did threat To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King Who 's there Rat. Ratcliffe my Lord 't is I the early Village Cock Hath twice done salutation to the Morne Your Friends are vp and buckle on their Armour King O Ratcliffe I feare I feare Rat. Nay good my Lord be not affraid of Shadows King By the Apostle Paul shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers Armed in proofe and led by shallow Richmond 'T is not yet neere day Come go with me Vnder our Tents I le play the Ease-dropper To heare if any meane to shrinke from me Exeunt Richard Ratâ—liffe Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting in his Tent. Richm. Good morrow Richmond Rich. Cry mercy Lords and watchfull Gentlemen That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere Lords How haue you slept my Lord Rich. The sweetest sleepe And fairest boading Dreames That euer entred in a drowsie head Haue I since your departure had my Lords Me thought their Soules whose bodies Rich. murther'd Came to my Tent and cried on Victory I promise you my Heart is very iocond In the remembrance of so faire a dreame How farre into the Morning is it Lords Lor. Vpon the stroke of foure Rich. Why then 't is time to Arme and giue direction His Oration to his Souldiers More then I haue said louing Countrymen The leysure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon yet remember this God and our good cause fight vpon our side The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged soules Like high rear'd Bulwarkes stand before our Faces Richard except those whom we fight against Had rather haue vs win then him they follow For what is he they follow Truly Gentlemen A bloudy Tyrant and a Homicide One rais'd in blood and one in blood establish'd One that made meanes to come by what he hath And slaughter'd those that were the meanes to help him A base foule Stone made precious by the soyle Of Englands Chaire where he is falâ—ely set One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy Then if you fight against Gods Enemy God will in iustice ward you as his Soldiers If you do sweare to put a Tyrant downe You sleepe in peace the Tyrant being slaine If you do fight against your Countries Foes Your Countries Fat shall pay your paines the hyre If you do fight in safegard of your wiues Your wiues shall welcome home the Conquerors If you do free your Children from the Sword Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age. Then in the name of God and all these rights Aduance your Standards draw your willing Swords For me the ransome of my bold attempt Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly and cheerefully God and Saint George Richmond and Victory Enter King Richard Ratcliffe and Catesby K. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes King He said the truth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smil'd and said the beâ—ter for our purpose King He was in the right and so indeed it is Tell the clocke there Clocke strikes Giue me a Kalender Who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the Booke He should haue brau'd the East an houre ago A blacke day will it be to somebody Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King The Sun will not be seene to day The sky doth frowne and lowre vpon our Army I would these dewy teares were from the ground Not shine to day Why what is that to me More then to Richmond For the selfe-same Heauen That frownes on me lookes sadly vpon him Enter Norfolke Nor. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustle bustle Caparison my horse Call vp Lord Stanley bid him bring his power I will leade forth my Soldiers to the plaine And thus my Battell shal be ordred My Foreward shall be drawne in length Consisting equally of Horse and Foot Our Archers shall be placed in the mid'st Iohn Duke of Norfolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of the Foot and Horse They thus directed we will fllow In the maine Battell whose puissance on either side Shall be well-winged with our cheefest Horse This and Saint George to boote What think'st thou Norfolke Nor. A good direction warlike Soueraigne This found I on my Tent this Morning Iockey of Norfolke be not so bold For Dickon thy maister is bought and sold King A thing deuised by the Enemy Go Gentlemen euery man to his Charge Let not our babling Dreames affright our soules For Conscience is a word that Cowards vse Deuis'd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our Conscience Swords our Law March on ioyne brauely let vs too 't pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to Hell What shall I say more then I haue inferr'd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of Vagabonds Rascals and Run-awayes A scum of Brittaines and base Lackey Pezants Whom their o're-cloyed Country vomits forth To desperate Aduentures and assur'd Destruction You sleeping safe they bring you to vnrest You hauing Lands and blest with beauteous wiues They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth leade them but a paâ—try Fellow Long kept in Britaine at our Mothers cost A Milke-sop one that neuer in his life Felt so much cold as ouer shooes in Snow Let 's whip these straglers o're the Seas againe Lash hence these ouer-weening Ragges of France These famish'd Beggers
Feast with vs before you goe And finde the welcome of a Noble Foe Exeunt Manet Vlysses and Nestor Vlys Nestor Nest What sayes Vlysses Vlys I haue a young conception in my braine Be you my time to bring it to some shape Nest What is' t Vlysses This 't is Blunt wedges riue hard knots the seeded Pride That hath to this maturity blowne vp In ranke Achilles must or now be cropt Or shedding breed a Nursery of like euil To ouer-bulke vs all Nest Wel and how Vlys This challenge that the gallant Hector sends How euer it is spred in general name Relates in purpose onely to Achilles Nest The purpose is perspicuous euen as substance Whose grossenesse little charracters summe vp And in the publication make no straine But that Achilles were his braine as barren As bankes of Lybia though Apollo knowes 'T is dry enough wil with great speede of iudgement I with celerity finde Hectors purpose Pointing on him Vlys And wake him to the answer thinke you Nest Yes 't is most meet who may you else oppose That can from Hector bring his Honor off If not Achilles though 't be a sportfull Combate Yet in this triall much opinion dwels For heere the Troyans taste our deer'st repute With their fin'st Pallate and trust to me Vlysses Our imputation shall be oddely poiz'd In this wilde action For the successe Although particular shall giue a scantling Of good or bad vnto the Generall And in such Indexes although small prickes To their subsequent Volumes there is seene The baby figure of the Gyant-masse Of things to come at large It is suppos'd He that meets Hector issues from our choyse And choise being mutuall acte of all our soules Makes Merit her election and doth boyle As 't were from forth vs all a man distill'd Out of our Vertues who miscarrying What heart from hence receyues the conqu'ring part To steele a strong opinion to themselues Which entertain'd Limbes are in his instruments In no lesse working then are Swords and Bowes Directiue by the Limbes Vlys Giue pardon to my speech Therefore 't is meet Achilles meet not Hector Let vs like Merchants shew our fowlest Wares And thinke perchance they 'l sell If not The luster of the better yet to shew Shall shew the better Do not consent That euer Hector and Achilles meete For both our Honour and our Shame in this Are dogg'd with two strange Followers Nest I see them not with my old eies what are they Vlys What glory our Achilles shares from Hector Were he not proud we all should weare with him But he already is too insolent And we were better parch in Affricke Sunne Then in the pride and salt scorne of his eyes Should he scape Hector faire If he were foyld Why then we did our maine opinion crush In taint of our best man No make a Lott'ry And by deuice let blockish Aiax draw The sort to sight with Hector Among our selues Giue him allowance as the worthier man For that will physicke the great Myrmidon Who broyles in lowd applause and make him fall His Crest that prouder then blew Iris bends If the dull brainlesse Aiax come safe off Wee 'l dresse him vp in voyces if he faile Yet go we vnder our opinion still That we haue better men But hit or misse Our proiects life this shape of sence assumes Aiax imploy'd pluckes downe Achilles Plumes Nest Now Vlysses I begin to rellish thy aduice And I wil giue a taste of it forthwith To Agamemnon go we to him straight Two Curres shal tame each other Pride alone Must tarre the Mastiffes on as 't were their bone Exeunt Enter Aiax and Thersites Aia. Thersites Ther. Agamemnon how if he had Biles ful all ouer generally Aia. Thersites Ther. And those Byles did runne say so did not the General run were not that a botchy core Aia. Dogge Ther. Then there would come some matter from him I see none now Aia. Thou Bitch-Wolfes-Sonne canst y u not heare Feele then Strikes him Ther. The plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel beefe-witted Lord. Aia. Speake then you whinid'st leauen speake I will beate thee into handsomnesse Ther. I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration then y u learn a prayer without booke Thou canst strike canst thou A red Murren o' th thy Iades trickes Aia. Toads stoole learne me the Proclamation Ther. Doest thou thinke I haue no sence thou strik'st me thus Aia. The Proclamation Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a foole I thinke Aia. Do not Porpentine do not my fingers itch Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the scratching of thee I would make thee the lothsom'st scab in Greece Aia. I say the Proclamation Ther. Thou grumblest railest euery houre on Achilles and thou art as ful of enuy at his greatnes as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty I that thou barkst at him Aia. Mistresse Thersites Ther. Thou should'st strike him Aia. Coblofe Ther. He would pun thee into shiuers with his fist as a Sailor breakes a bisket Aia. You horson Curre Ther. Do do Aia. Thou stoole for a Witch Ther. I do do thou sodden-witted Lord thou hast no more braine then I haue in mine elbows An Asinico may tutor thee Thou scuruy valiant Asse thou art heere but to thresh Troyans and thou art bought and solde among those of any wit like a Barbarian slaue If thou vse to beat me I wil begin at thy heele and tel what thou art by inches thou thing of no bowels thou Aia. You dogge Ther. You scuruy Lord. Aia. You Curre Ther. Mars his Ideot do rudenes do Camell do do Enter Achilles and Patroclus Achil. Why how now Aiax wherefore do you this How now Thersites what 's the matter man Ther. You see him there do you Achil. I what 's the matter Ther. Nay looke vpon him Achil. So I do what 's the matter Ther. Nay but regard him well Achil. Well why I do so Ther. But yet you looke not well vpon him for who some euer you take him to be he is Aiax Achil. I know that foole Ther. I but that foole knowes not himselfe Aiax Therefore I beare thee Ther. Lo lo lo lo what modicums of wit he vtters his euasions haue eares thus long I haue bobb'd his Braine more then he has beate my bones I will buy nine Sparrowes for a peny and his Piamater is not worth the ninth part of a Sparrow This Lord Achilles Aiax who wears his wit in his belly and his guttes in his head I le tell you what I say of him Achil. What Ther. I say this Aiax Achil. Nay good Aiax Ther. Has not so much wit Achil. Nay I must hold you Ther. As will stop the eye of Helens Needle for whom he comes to fight Achil. Peace foole Ther. I would haue peace and quietnes but the foole will not He there that he looke you there Aiax O
melt thy life away Marcus strikes the dish with a knife What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lord a Flys An. Out on the murderour thou kil'st my hart Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie A deed of death done on the Innocent Becoms not Titus broher get thee gone I see thou art not for my company Mar. Alas my Lord I haue but kild a flie An. But How if that Flie had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buz lamenting doings in the ayer Poore harmelesse Fly That with his pretty buzing melody Came heere to make vs merry And thou hast kil'd him Mar. Pardon me sir It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly Like to the Empresse Moore therefore I kild him An. O o o Then pardon me for reprehending thee For thou hast done a Charitable deed Giue me thy knife I will insult on him Flattering my selfes as if it were the Moore Come hither purposely to poyson me There 's for thy selfe and that 's for Tamira Ah sirra Yet I thinke we are not brought so low But that betweene vs we can kill a Fly That comes in likenesse of a Cole-blacke Moore Mar. Alas poore man griefe ha's so wrought on him He takes false shadowes for true substances An. Come take away Lauinia goe with me I le to thy closset and goe read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old Come boy and goe with me thy sight is young And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazell Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter young Lucius and Lauinia running after him and the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme Enter Titus and Marcus Boy Helpe Grandsier helpe my Aunt Lauinia Followes me euery where I know not why Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane Mar. Stand by me Lucius doe not feare thy Aunt Titus She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Boy I when my father was in Rome she did Mar. What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes Ti. Feare not Lucius somewhat doth she meane See Lucius see how much she makes of thee Some whether would she haue thee goe with her Ah boy Cornelia neuer with more care Read to her sonnes then she hath read to thee Sweet Poetry and Tullies Oratour Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus Boy My Lord I know not I nor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her For I haue heard my Grandsier say full oft Extremitie of griefes would make men mad And I haue read that Hecubae of Troy Ran mad through sorrow that made me to feare Although my Lord I know my noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my mother did And would not but in fury fright my youth Which made me downe to throw my bookes and flie Causles perhaps but pardon me sweet Aunt And Madam if my Vncle Marcus goe I will most willingly attend your Ladyship Mar. Lucius I will Ti. How now Lauinia Marcus what meanes this Some booke there is that she desires to see Which is it girle of these Open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choyse of all my Library And so beguile thy sorrow till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed What booke Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus Mar. I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the fact I more there was Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge Ti. Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so Boy Grandsier 't is Ouids Metamorphosis My mother gaue it me Mar. For loue of her that 's gone Perhahs she culd it from among the rest Ti. Soft so busily she turnes the leaues Helpe her what would she finde Lauinia shall I read This is the tragicke tale of Philomel And treates of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy Mar. See brother see note how she quotes the leaues Ti. Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet girle Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela was Forc'd in the ruthlesse vast and gloomy woods See see I such a place there is where we did hunt O had we neuer neuer hunted there Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes Mar. O why should nature build so foule a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies Ti. Giue signes sweet girle for heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed Or slunke not Saturnine as Tarquin ersts That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed Mar. Sit downe sweet Neece brother sit downe by me Apollo Pallas Ioue or Mercury Inspire me that I may this treason finde My Lord looke heere looke heere Lauinia He writes his Name with his staffe and guides it with feete and mouth This sandie plot is plaine guide if thou canst This after me I haue writ my name Without the helpe of any hand at all Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that shift Write thou good Neece and heere display at last What God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the Traytors and the truth She takes the staffe in her mouth and guides it with her stumps and writes Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writs Stuprum Chiron Demetrius Mar. What what the lustfull sonnes of Tamora Performers of this hainous bloody deed Ti. Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis scelera tam lentus vides Mar. Oh calme thee gentle Lord Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes My Lord kneele downe with me Lauinia kneele And kneele sweet boy the Romaine Hectors hope And sweare with me as with the wofull Feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute by good aduise Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes And see their blood or die with this reproach Ti. T is sure enough and you knew how But if you hunt these Beare-whelpes then beware The Dam will wake and if she winde you once Shee 's with the Lyon deepely still in league And Iulls him whilst she palyeth on her backe And when he sleepes will she do what she list You are a young huntsman Marcus let it alone And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a Gad of steele will write these words And lay it by the angry Northerne winde Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad And where 's your lesson then Boy what say you Boy I say my Lord that if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome Mar. I that 's my boy thy father hath full oft For
Peter Rom. Giue me that Mattocke the wrenching Iron Hold take this Letter early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father Giue me the light vpon thy life I charge thee What ere thou hear'st or seest stand all aloofe And do not interrupt me in my course Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my Ladies face But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious Ring a Ring that I must vse In deare employment therefore hence be gone But if thou iealous dost returne to prie In what I further shall intend to do By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are sauage wilde More fierce and more inexorable farre Then emptie Tygers or the roaring Sea Pet. I will be gone sir and not trouble you Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship take thou that Liue and be prosperous and farewell good fellow Pet. For all this faine I le hide me here about His lookes I feare and his intents I doubt Rom. Thou detestable mawe thou wombe of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open And in despight I le cram thee with more food Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague That murdred my Loues Cozin with which griefe It is supposed the faire Creature died And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies I will apprehend him Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague Can vengeance be pursued further then death Condemned vallaine I do apprehend thee Obey and go with me for thou must die Rom. I must indeed and therfore came I hither Good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man Flie hence and leaue me thinke vpon those gone Let them affright thee I beseech thee Youth Put not an other sin vpon my head By vrging me to furie O be gone By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe For I come hither arm'd against my selfe Stay not be gone liue and hereafter say A mad mans mercy bid thee run away Par. I do defie thy commisseration And apprehend thee for a Fellon here Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me Then haue at thee Boy Pet. O Lord they fight I will go call the Watch. Pa. O I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the Tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom. In faith I will let me peruse this face Mercutius kinsman Noble Countie Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not attend him as we rode I thinke He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet Said he not so Or did I dreame it so Or am I mad hearing him talke of Iuliet To thinke it was so O giue me thy hand One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke I le burie thee in a triumphant graue A Graue O no a Lanthorne slaughtred Youth For here lies Iuliet and her beautie makes This Vault a feasting presence full of light Death lie thou there by a dead man inter'd How oft when men are at the point of death Haue they beene merrie Which their Keepers call A lightning before death Oh how may I Call this a lightning O my Loue my Wife Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie Thou are not conquer'd Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips and in thy cheekes And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there Tybalt ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet O what more fauour can I do to thee Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine To sunder his that was thy enemie Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet Why art thou yet so faire I will beleeue Shall I beleeue that vnsubstantiall death is amorous And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes Thee here in darke to be his Paramour For feare of that I still will stay with thee And neuer from this Pallace of dym night Depart againe come lie thou in my armes Heere 's to thy health where ere thou tumblest in O true Appothecarie Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Depart againe here here will I remaine With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides O here Will I set vp my euerlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres From this world wearied flesh Eyes looke your last Armes take your last embrace And lips O you The doores of breath seale with a righteous kisse A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death Come bitter conduct come vnsauoury guide Thou desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing Rocks thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke Heere 's to my Loue. O true Appothecary Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Enter Frier with Lanthorne Crow and Spade Fri. St. Francis be my speed how oft to night Haue my old feet stumbled at graues Who 's there Man Here 's one a Friend one that knowes you well Fri. Blisse be vpon you Tell me good my Friend What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light To grubs and eyelesse Sculleâ— As I discerne It burneth in the Capels Monument Man It doth so holy sir And there 's my Master one that you loue Fri. Who is it Man Romeo Fri. How long hath he bin there Man Full halfe an houre Fri. Go with me to the Vault Man I dare not Sir My Master knowes not but I am gone hence And fearefully did menace me with death If I did stay to looke on his entents Fri. Stay then I le go alone feares comes vpon me O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing Man As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here I dreamt my maister and another fought And that my Maister slew him Fri. Romeo Alacke alacke what blood is this which staines The stony entrance of this Sepulcher What meane these Masterlesse and goarie Swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace Romeo oh pale who else what Paris too And steept in blood Ah what an vnknd houre Is guiltie of this lamentable chance The Lady stirs Iul. O comfortable Frier where 's my Lord I do remember well where I should be And there I am where is my Romeo Fri. I heare some noyse Lady come from that nest Of death contagion and vnnaturall sleepe A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our entents come come away Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead And Paris too come I le dispose of thee Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes Stay not to question for the watch is comming Come go good Iuliet I dare no longer stay Exit Iul. Go get thee hence for I will notuaway What 's here A cup clos'd in my true loâ—es hand Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle drinke all and lest no friendly drop To helpe me after I will kisse thy lips Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them To make me die wth a restoratiue Thy lips are warme Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead Boy which way Iul. Yea noise
about Most Lazar-like with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth Body Thus was I sleeping by a Brothers hand Of Life of Crowne and Queene at once dispatcht Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne Vnhouzzled disappointed vnnaneld No reckoning made but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head Oh horrible Oh horrible most horrible If thou hast nature in thee beare it not Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act Taint not thy mind nor let thy Soule contriue Against thy Mother ought leaue her to heauen And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge To pricke and sting her Fare thee well at once The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire Adue adue Hamlet remember me Exit Ham. Oh all you host of Heauen Oh Earth what els And shall I couple Hell Oh fie hold my heart And you my sinnewes grow not instant Old But beare me stiffely vp Remember thee I thou poore Ghost while memory holds a seate In this distracted Globe Remember thee Yea from the Table of my Memory I le wipe away all triuiall fond Records All sawes of Bookes all formes all presures past That youth and obseruation coppied there And thy Commandment all alone shall liue Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine Vnmixt with baser matter yes yes by Heauen Oh most pernicious woman Oh Villaine Villaine smiling damned Villaine My Tables my Tables meet it is I set it downe That one may smile and smile and be a Villaine At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmarke So Vnckle there you are now to my word It is Adue Adue Remember me I haue sworn't Hor. Mar. within My Lord my Lord. Enter Horatio and Marcellus Mar. Lord Hamlet Hor. Heauen secure him Mar. So be it Hor. Illo ho ho my Lord. Ham. Hillo ho ho boy come bird come Mar. How ist't my Noble Lord Hor. What newes my Lord Ham. Oh wonderfull Hor. Good my Lord tell it Ham. No you 'l reueale it Hor. Not I my Lord by Heauen Mar. Nor I my Lord. Ham. How say you then would heart of man once think it But you 'l be secret Both. I by Heau'n my Lord. Ham. There 's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke But hee 's an arrant knaue Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord come from the Graue to tell vs this Ham. Why right you are i' th' right And so without more circumstance at all I hold it-fit that we shake hands and part You as your busines and desires shall point you For euery man ha's businesse and desire Such as it is and for mine owne poore part Looke you I le goe pray Hor. These are but wild and hurling words my Lord. Ham. I 'm sorry they offend you heartily Yes faith heartily Hor. There 's no offence my Lord. Ham. Yes by Saint Patricke but there is my Lord And much offence too touching this Vision heere It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you For your desire to know what is betweene vs O're master't as you may And now good friends As you are Friends Schollers and Soldiers Giue me one poore request Hor. What is' t my Lord we will Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night Both. My Lord we will not Ham Nay but swear 't Hor. Infaith my Lord not I. Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith Ham. Vpon my sword Marcell We haue sworne my Lord already Ham. Indeed vpon my sword Indeed Gho. Sweare Ghost cries vnder the Stage Ham. Ah ha boy sayest thou so Art thou there true-penny Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge Consent to sweare Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord. Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene Sweare by my sword Gho. Sweare Ham. Hic vbique Then wee 'l shift for grownd Come hither Gentlemen And lay your hands againe vpon my sword Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard Sweare by my Sword Gho. Sweare Ham. Well said old Mole can'st worke i' th' ground so fast A worthy Pioner once more remoue good friends Hor. Oh day and night but this is wondrous strange Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome There are more things in Heauen and Earth Horatio Then are dream't of in our Philosophy But come Here as before neuer so helpe you mercy How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet To put an Anticke disposition on That you at such time seeing me neuer shall With Armes encombred thus or thus head shake Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase As well we know or we could and if we would Or if we list to speake or there be and if there might Or such ambiguous giuing out to note That you know ought of me this not to doe So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you Sweare Ghost Sweare Ham. Rest rest perturbed Spirit so Gentlemen With all my loue I doe commend me to you And what so poore a man as Hamlet is May doe t' expresse his loue and friending to you God willing shall not lacke let vs goe in together And still your fingers on your lippes I pray The time is out of ioynt Oh cursed spight That euer I was borne to set it right Nay come let 's goe together Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Polonius and Reynoldo Polon Giue him his money and these notes Reynoldo Reynol I will my Lord. Polon You shall doe maruels wisely good Reynoldo Before you visite him you make inquiry Of his behauiour Reynol My Lord I did intend it Polon Marry well said Very well said Looke you Sir Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris And how and who what meanes and where they keepe What company at what expence and finding By this encompassement and drift of question That they doe know my sonne Come you more neerer Then your particular demands will touch it Take you as 't were some distant knowledge of him And thus I know his father and his friends And in part him Doe you marke this Reynoldo Reynol I very well my Lord. Polon And in part him but you may say not well But if 't be hee I meane hee s very wilde Addicted so and so and there put on him What forgeries you please marry none so ranke As may dishonour him take heed of that But Sir such wanton wild and vsuall slips As are Companions noted and most knowne To youth and liberty Reynol As gaming my Lord. Polon I or drinking fencing swearing Quarelling drabbing You may goe so farre Reynol My Lord that would dishonour him Polon Faith no as you may season it in the charge You must not put another scandall on him That hee is open to Incontinencie That 's not my meaning but breath his faults so quaintly That they may seeme the taints of liberty The flash and out-breake of a