are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ„ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâ—h Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
When euery greefe is entertaind That 's offer'd comes to th' entertainer Seb. A dollor Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed you haue spoken truer then you purpos'd Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you should Gon. Therefore my Lord. Ant. Fie what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue Alon. I pre-thee spare Gon. Well I haue done But yet Seb. He will be talking Ant. Which of he or Adrian for a good wager First begins to crow Seb. The old Cocke Ant. The Cockrell Seb. Done The wager Ant. A Laughter Seb. A match Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert Seb. Ha ha ha Ant. So you 'r paid Adr. Vninhabitable and almost inaccessible Seb. Yet Adr. Yet Ant. He could not misse't Adr. It must needs be of subtle tender and delicate temperance Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench Seb. I and a subtle as he most learnedly deliuer'd Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly Seb. As if it had Lungs and rotten ones Ant. Or as 't were perfum'd by a Fen. Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life Ant. True saue meanes to liue Seb. Of that there 's none or little Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes How greene Ant. The ground indeed is tawny Seb. With an eye of greene in 't Ant. He misses not much Seb. No he doth but mistake the truth totally Gon. But the rariety of it is which is indeed almost beyond credit Seb. As many voucht rarieties are Gon. That our Garments being as they were drencht in the Sea hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and glosses being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake would it not say he lyes Seb. I or very falsely pocket vp his report Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Affricke at the marriage of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis Seb. 'T was a sweet marriage and we prosper well in our returne Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon to their Queene Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time Ant. Widow A pox o' that how came that Widdow in Widdow Dido Seb. What if he had said Widdower Aeneas too Good Lord how you take it Adri. Widdow Dido said you You make me study of that She was of Carthage not of Tunis Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage Adri. Carthage Gon. I assure you Carthage Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe Seb. He hath rais'd the wall and houses too Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his pocket and giue it his sonne for an Apple Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea bring forth more Islands Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time Gon. Sir we were talking that our garments seeme now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter who is now Queene Ant. And the rarest that ere came there Seb. Bate I beseech you widdow Dido Ant. O Widdow Dido I Widdow Dido Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it I meane in a sort Ant. That sort was well fish'd for Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage Alon. You cram these words into mine eares against the stomacke of my sense would I had neuer Married my daughter there For comming thence My sonne is lost and in my rate she too Who is so farre from Italy remoued I ne're againe shall see her O thou mine heire Of Naples and of Millaine what strange fish Hath made his meale on thee Fran. Sir he may liue I saw him beate the surges vnder him And ride vpon their backes he trod the water Whose enmity he flung aside and brested The surge most swolne that met him his bold head ' Boue the contentious waues he kept and oared Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke To th' shore that ore his waue-worne basis bowed As stooping to releeue him I not doubt He came aliue to Land Alon. No no hee 's gone Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter But rather loose her to an Affrican Where she at least is banish'd from your eye Who hath cause to wet the greefe on 't Alon. Pre-thee peace Seb. You were kneel'd too importun'd otherwise By all of vs and the faire soule her selfe Waigh'd betweene loathnesse and obedience at Which end o' th' beame should bow we haue lost your son I feare for euer Millaine and Naples haue Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making Then we bring men to comfort them The faults your owne Alon. So is the doer'st o th' losse Gon. My Lord Sebastian The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse And time to speake it in you rub the sore When you should bring the plaister Seb. Very well Ant. And most Chirurgeonly Gon. It is foule weather in vs all good Sir When you are cloudy Seb. Fowle weather Ant. Very foule Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord. Ant. Hee 'd sow't vvith Nettle-seed Seb. Or dockes or Mallowes Gon. And were the King on 't what vvould I do Seb. Scape being drunke for want of Wine Gon. I' th' Commonwealth I vvould by contraries Execute all things For no kinde of Trafficke Would I admit No name of Magistrate Letters should not be knowne Riches pouerty And vse of seruice none Contract Succession Borne bound of Land Tilth Vineyard none No vse of Mettall Corne or Wine or Oyle No occupation all men idle all And Women too but innocent and pure No Soueraignty Seb. Yet he vvould be King on 't Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning Gon. All things in common Nature should produce Without sweat or endeuour Treason fellony Sword Pike Knife Gun or neede of any Engine Would I not haue but Nature should bring forth Of it owne kinde all foyzon all abundance To feed my innocent people Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects Ant. None man all idle Whores and knaues Gon. I vvould vvith such perfection gouerne Sir T' Excell the Golden Age. Seb. ' Saue his Maiesty Ant. Long liue Gonzalo Gon. And do you marke me Sir Alon. Pre-thee no more thou dost talke nothing to me Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highnesse and did it to minister occasion to these Gentlemen who are of such sensible and nimble Lungs that they alwayes vse to laugh at nothing Ant. 'T was you vve laugh'd at Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you so you may continue and laugh at nothing still Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen Seb. And it had not falne flat-long Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal you would lift the Moone out of her spheare if she would continue in it fiue weekes vvithout changing Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke Seb. We vvould so and then go a Bat-fowling
that very oft When I am dull with care and melancholly Lightens my humour with his merry iests What will you walke with me about the towne And then goe to my Inne and dine with me E. Mar. I am inuited sir to certaine Marchants Of whom I hope to make much benefit I craue your pardon soone at fiue a clocke Please you I le meete with you vpon the Mart And afterward consort you till bed time My present businesse cals me from you now Ant. Farewell till then I will goe loose my selfe And wander vp and downe to view the Citie E. Mar. Sir I commend you to your owne content Exeunt Ant. He that commends me to mine owne content Commends me to the thing I cannot get I to the world am like a drop of water That in the Ocean seekes another drop Who falling there to finde his fellow forth Vnseene inquisitiue confounds himselfe So I to finde a Mother and a Brother In quest of them vnhappie a loose my selfe Enter Dromio of Ephesus Here comes the almanacke of my true date What now How chance thou art return'd so soone E. Dro. Return'd so soone rather approacht too late The Capon burnes the Pig fals from the spit The clocke hath strucken twelue vpon the bell My Mistris made it one vpon my cheeke She is so hot because the meate is colde The meate is colde because you come not home You come not home because you haue no stomacke You haue no stomacke hauing broke your fast But we that know what 't is to fast and pray Are penitent for your default to day Ant. Stop in your winde sir tell me this I pray Where haue you left the mony that I gaue you E. Dro. Oh sixe pence that I had a wensday last To pay the Sadler for my Mistris crupper The Sadler had it Sir I kept it not Ant. I am not in a sportiue humor now Tell me and dally not where is the monie We being strangers here how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine owne custodie E. Dro. I pray you iest sir as you sit at dinner I from my Mistris come to you in post If I returne I shall be post indeede For she will scoure your fault vpon my pate Me thinkes your maw like mine should be your â—ooke And strike you home without a messenger Ant. Come Dromio come these â—ests are out of season Reserue them till a merrier houre then this Where is the gold I gaue in charge to thee E. Dro. To me sir why you gaue no gold to me Ant. Come on sir knaue haue done your foolishnes And tell me how thou haâ—t dispos'd thy charge E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you fâ—oÌ„ the Mart Home to your house the Phoenix sir to dinner My Mistris and her sister staies for you Ant. Now as I am a Christian answer me In what safe place you haue bestow'd my monie Or I shall breake that merrie sconce of yours That stands on tricks when I am vndispos'd Where is the thousand Markes thou hadst of me E. Dro. I haue some markes of yours vpon my pate Some of my Mistris markes vpon my shoulders But not a thousand markes betweene you both If I should pay your worship those againe Perchance you will not beare them patiently Ant. Thy Mistris markes what Mistris slaue hast thou E. Dro. Your worships wife my Mistris at the Phoenix She that doth fast till you come home to dinner And praies that you will hie you home to dinner Ant. What wilt thou flout me thus vnto my face Being forbid There take you that sir knaue E. Dro. What meane you sir for God sake hold your hands Nay and you will not sir I le take my heeles Exeunt Dromio Ep. Ant. Vpon my life by some deuise or other The villaine is ore-wrought of all my monie They say this towne is full of cosenage As nimble Iuglers that deceiue the eie Darke working Sorcerers that change the minde Soule-killing Witches that deforme the bodie Disguised Cheaters prating Mountebankes And manie such like-liberties of sinne If it proue so I will be gone the sooner I le to the Centaur to goe seeke this slaue I greatly feare my monie is not safe Exit Actus Secundus Enter Adriana wife to Antipholis Sereptus with Luciana her Sister Adr. Neither my husband nor the slaue return'd That in such haste I sent to seeke his Master Sure Luciana it is two a clocke Luc. Perhaps some Merchant hath inuited him And from the Mart he 's somewhere gone to dinner Good Sister let vs dine and neuer fret A man is Master of his libertie Time is their Master and when they see time They 'll goe or come if so be patient Sister Adr. Why should their libertie then ours be more Luc. Because their businesse still lies out adore Adr. Looke when I serue him so he takes it thus Luc. Oh know he is the bridle of your will Adr. There 's none but asses will be bridled so Luc. Why headstrong liberty is lasht wiâ—h woe There 's nothing situate vnder â—ens eye But hath his bound in earth in â—ea in skie The beasts the fishes and the winged fowles Are their males subiects and at â—heâ—r controules Man more diuine the Master of all these Lord of the wide world and wilde watry seas Indued with intellectual sence and soules Of more preheminence then fish and fowles Are masters to their females and their Lords Then let your will attend on their accords Adri. This seruitude makes you to keepe vnwed Luci. Not this but troubles of the marriage bed Adr. But were you wedded you wold bear some sway Luc. Ere I learned loue I le practise to obey Adr. How if your husband start some other where Luc. Till he come home againe I would for beare Adr. Patience vnmou'd no maruel though she pause They can be meeke that haue no other cause A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie We bid be quiet when we heare it crie But were we burdned with like waight of paine As much or more we should our selues complaine So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me But if thou liue to see like right bereftâ— This foole-beg'd patience in thee will be left Luci. Well I will marry one day but to trie Heere comes your man now is your husband nie Enter Dromio Eph. Adr. Say is your tardie master now at hand E. Dro. Nay hee 's at too hands with mee and that my two eares can witnesse Adr. Say didst thou speake with him knowst thou his minde E. Dro. I I he told his minde vpon mine eare Beshrew his hand I scarce could vnderstand it Luc. Spake hee so doubtfully thou couldst not feele his meaning E. Dro. Nay hee strooke so plainly I could too well feele his blowes and withall so doubtfully that I could scarce vnderstand them Adri. But say I prethee is he comming home It seemes he hath
an oyster of me he shall neuer make me such a foole one woman is faire yet I am well another is wise yet I am well another vertuous yet I am well but till all graces be in one woman one woman shall not come in my grace rich shee shall be that 's certaine wise or I le none vertuous or I le neuer cheapen her faire or I le neuer looke on her milde or come not neere me Noble or not for an Angell of good discourse an excellent Musitian and her haire shal be of what colour it please God hah the Prince and Monsieur Loue I will hide me in the Arbor Enter Prince Leonato Claudio and Iacke Wilson Prin. Come shall we heare this musicke Claud. Yea my good Lord how still the euening is As husht on purpose to grace harmonie Prin. See you where Benedicke hath hid himselfe Clau. O very well my Lord the musicke ended Wee 'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth Prince Come Balthasar wee 'll heare that song again Balth. O good my Lord taxe not so bad a voyce To slander musicke any more then once Prin. It is the witnesse still of excellency To slander Musicke any more then once Prince It is the witnesse still of excellencie To put a strange face on his owne perfection I pray thee sing and let me woe no more Balth. Because you talke of wooing I will sing Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinkes not worthy yet he wooes Yet will he sweare he loues Prince Nay pray thee come Or if thou wilt hold longer argument Doe it in notes Balth. Note this before my notes There 's not a note of mine that 's worth the noting Prince Why these are very crotchets that he speaks Note notes forsooth and nothing Bene. Now diuine aire now is his soule rauisht is it not strange that sheepes guts should hale soules out of mens bodies well a horne for my money when all 's done The Song Sigh no more Ladies sigh no more Men were deceiuers euer One foote in Sea and one on shore To one thing constant neuer Then sigh not so but let them goe And be you blithe and bonnis Conuerting all your sounds of woe Into hey nony nony Sing no more ditties sing no moe Of dumps so dull and heauy The fraud of men were euer so Since summer first was leauy Then sigh not so c. Prince By my troth a good song Balth. And an ill singer my Lord. Prince Ha no no faith thou singst well enough for a shift Ben. And he had been a dog that should haue howld thus they would haue hang'd him and I pray God his bad voyce bode no mischiefe I had as liefe haue heard the night-rauen come what plague could haue come after it Prince Yea marry dost thou heare Balthasar I pray thee get vs some excellent musick for to morrow night we would haue it at the Lady Heroes chamber window Balth. The best I can my Lord. Exit Balthasar Prince Do so farewell Come hither Leonato what was it you told me of to day that your Niece Beatrice was in loue with signior Benedicke Cla. O I stalke on stalke on the foule sits I did neuer thinke that Lady would haue loued any man Leon. No nor I neither but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedicke whom shee hath in all outward behauiours seemed euer to abhorre Bene. Is' t possible sits the winde in that corner Leo. By my troth my Lord I cannot tell what to thinke of it but that she loues him with an inraged affection it is past the infinite of thought Prince May be she doth but counterfeit Claud. Faith like enough Leon. O God! counterfeit there was neuer counterfeit of passion came so neere the life of passion as she discouers it Prince Why what effects of passion shewes she Claud. Baite the hooke well this fish will bite Leon. What effects my Lord shee will sit you you heard my daughter tell you how Clau. She did indeed Prin. How how I pray you you amaze me I would haue thought her spirit had beene inuincible against all assaults of affection Leo. I would haue sworne it had my Lord especially against Benedicke Bene. I should thinke this a gull but that the white-bearded fellow speakes it knauery cannot sure hide himselfe in such reuerence Claud. He hath tane th' infection hold it vp Prince Hath shee made her affection known to Benedicke Leonato No and sweares she neuer will that 's her torment Claud. 'T is true indeed so your daughter saies shall I saies she that haue so oft encountred him with scorne write to him that I loue him Leo. This saies shee now when shee is beginning to write to him for shee 'll be vp twenty times a night and there will she sit in her smocke till she haue writ a sheet of paper my daughter tells vs all Clau. Now you talke of a sheet of paper I remember a pretty iest your daughter told vs of Leon. O when she had writ it was reading it ouer she found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the sheete Clau. That Leon. O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence raild at her self that she should be so immodest to write to one that shee knew would flout her I measure him saies she by my owne spirit for I should flout him if hee writ to mee yea though I loue him I should Clau. Then downe vpon her knees she falls weepes sobs beates her heart teares her hayre praies curses O sweet Benedicke God giue me patience Leon. She doth indeed my daughter saies so and the extasie hath so much ouerborne her that my daughter is somtime afeard she will doe a desperate out-rage to her selfe it is very true Princ. It were good that Benedicke knew of it by some other if she will not discouer it Clau. To what end he would but make a sport of it and torment the poore Lady worse Prin. And he should it were an almes to hang him shee 's an excellent sweet Lady and out of all suspition she is vertuous Claudio And she is exceeding wise Prince In euery thing but in louing Benedicke Leon. O my Lord wisedome and bloud combating in so tender a body we haue ten proofes to one that bloud hath the victory I am sorry for her as I haue iust cause being her Vncle and her Guardian Prince I would shee had bestowed this dotage on mee I would haue daft all other respects and made her halfe my selfe I pray you tell Benedicke of it and heare what he will say Leon. Were it good thinke you Clau. Hero thinkes surely she wil die for she saies she will die if hee loue her not and shee will die ere shee make her loue knowne and she will die if hee wooe her rather than shee will bate one breath of her accustomed crossenesse Prin. She doth well if she should make tender of her loue 't is very possible hee
her eye Heate outwardly or breath within I le serue you As I would do the Gods But O thou Tyrant Do not repent these things for they are heauier Then all thy woes can stirre therefore betake thee To nothing but dispaire A thousand knees Ten thousand yeares together naked fasting Vpon a barren Mountaine and still Winter In storme perpetuall could not moue the Gods To looke that way thou wer 't Leo. Go on go on Thou canst not speake too much I haue deseru'd All tongues to talke their bittrest Lord. Say no more How ere the businesse goes you haue made fault I ' th boldnesse of your speech Pau. I am sorry for 't All faults I make when I shall come to know them I do repent Alas I haue shew'd too much The rashnesse of a woman he is toucht To th' Noble heart What 's gone and what 's past helpe Should be past greefe Do not receiue affliction At my petition I beseech you rather Let me be punish'd that haue minded you Of what you should forget Now good my Liege Sir Royall Sir forgiue a foolish woman The loue I bore your Queene Lo foole againe I le speake of her no more nor of your Children I le not remember you of my owne Lord Who is lost too take your patience to you And I le say nothing Leo. Thou didst speake but well When most the truth which I receyue much better Then to be pittied of thee Prethee bring me To the dead bodies of my Queene and Sonne One graue shall be for both Vpon them shall The causes of their death appeare vnto Our shame perpetuall once a day I le visit The Chappell where they lye and teares shed there Shall be my recreation So long as Nature Will beare vp with this exercise so long I dayly vow to vse it Come and leade me To these sorrowes Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Antigonus a Marriner Babe Sheepeheard and Clowne Ant. Thou art perfect then our ship hath toucht vpon The Desarts of Bohemia Mar. I my Lord and feare We haue Landed in ill time the skies looke grimly And threaten present blusters In my conscience The heauens with that we haue in hand are angry And frowne vpon 's Ant. Their sacred wil 's be done go get a-boord Looke to thy barke I le not be long before I call vpon thee Mar. Make your best haste and go not Too-farre i' th Land 't is like to be lowd weather Besides this place is famous for the Creatures Of prey that keepe vpon 't Antig. Go thou away I le follow instantly Mar. I am glad at heart To be so ridde o' th businesse Exit Ant. Come poore babe I haue heard but not beleeu'd the Spirits o' th' dead May walke againe if such thing be thy Mother Appear'd to me last night for ne're was dreame So like a waking To me comes a creature Sometimes her head on one side some another I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow So fill'd and so becomming in pure white Robes Like very sanctity she did approach My Cabine where I lay thrice bow'd before me And gasping to begin some speech her eyes Became two spouts the furie spent anon Did this breake from her Good Antigonus Since Fate against thy better disposition Hath made thy person for the Thower-out Of my poore babe according to thine oath Places remote enough are in Bohemia There weepe and leaue it crying and for the babe Is counted lost for euer Perdita I prethee call 't For this vngentle businesse Put on thee by my Lord thou ne're shalt see Thy Wife Paulina more and so with shrickes She melted into Ayre Affrighted much I did in time collect my selfe and thought This was so and no slumber Dreames are toyes Yet for this once yea superstitiously I will be squar'd by this I do beleeue Hermione hath suffer'd death and that Apollo would this being indeede the issue Of King Polixenes it should heere be laide Either for life or death vpon the earth Of it's right Father Blossome speed thee well There lye and there thy charracter there these Which may if Fortune please both breed thee pretty And still rest thine The storme beginnes poore wretch That for thy mothers fault art thus expos'd To losse and what may follow Weepe I cannot But my heart bleedes and most accurst am I To be by oath enioyn'd to this Farewell The day frownes more and more thou' rt like to haue A lullabie too rough I neuer saw The heauens so dim by day A sauage clamor Well may I get a-boord This is the Chace I am gone for euer Exit pursued by a Beare Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the betweene but getting wenches with childe wronging the Auncientry stealing fighting hearke you now would any but these boylde-braines of nineteene and two and twenty hunt this weather They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Maister if any where I haue them 't is by the sea-side brouzing of Iuy Good-lucke and 't be thy will what haue we heere Mercy on 's a Barne A very pretty barne A boy or a Childe I wonder A pretty one a verie prettie one sure some Scape Though I am not bookish yet I can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape this has beene some staire-worke some Trunke-worke some behinde-doore worke they were warmer that got this then the poore Thing is heere I le take it vp for pity yet I le tarry till my sonne come he hallow'd but euen now Whoa-ho-hoa Enter Clowne Clo. Hilloa loa Shep. What art so neere If thou 'lt see a thing to talke on when thou art dead and rotten come hither what ayl'st thou man Clo. I haue seene two such sights by Sea by Land but I am not to say it is a Sea for it is now the skie betwixt the Firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkins point Shep. Why boy how is it Clo. I would you did but see how it chases how it rages how it takes vp the shore but that 's not to the point Oh the most pitteous cry of the poore soules sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Mast and anon swallowed with yest and froth as you 'ld thrust a Corke into a hogshead And then for the Land-seruice to see how the Beare tore out his shoulder-bone how he cride to mee for helpe and said his name was Antigonus a Nobleman But to make an end of the Ship to see how the Sea flapdragon'd it but first how the poore soules roared and the sea mock'd them and how the poore Gentleman roared and the Beare mock'd him both roaring lowder then the sea or weather Shep. Name of mercy when was this boy Clo. Now now I haue not wink'd since I saw these sights the men are not yet
Without a tongue vsing conceit alone Without eyes eares and harmefull sound of words Then in despight of brooded watchfull day I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts But ah I will not yet I loue thee well And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well Hub. So well that what you bid me vndertake Though that my death were adiunct to my Act By heauen I would doe it Iohn Doe not I know thou wouldst Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy I le tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me dost thou vnderstand me Thou art his keeper Hub. And I le keepe him so That he shall not offend your Maiesty Iohn Death Hub. My Lord. Iohn A Graue Hub. He shall not liue Iohn Enough I could be merry now Hubert I loue thee Well I le not say what I intend for thee Remember Madam Fare you well I le send those powers o're to your Maiesty Ele. My blessing goe with thee Iohn For England Cosen goe Hubert shall be your man attend on you Withal true duetie On toward Callice hoa Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter France Dolphin Pandulpho Attendants Fra. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood A whole Armado of conuicted saile Is scattered and dis-ioyn'd from fellowship Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet goe well Fra. What can goe well when we haue runne so ill Are we not beaten Is not Angiers lost Arthur tane prisoner diuers deere friends slaine And bloudy England into England gone Ore-bearing interruption spight of France Dol. What he hath won that hath he fortified So hot a speed with such aduice dispos'd Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example who hath read or heard Of any kindred-action like to this Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise So we could finde some patterne of our shame Enter Constance Looke who comes heere a graue vnto a soule Holding th' eternall spirit against her will In the vilde prison of afflicted breath I prethee Lady goe away with me Con. Lo now now see the issue of your peace Fra. Patience good Lady comfort gentle Constance Con. No I defie all Counsell all redresse But that which ends all counsell true Redresse Death death O amiable louely death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottennesse Arise forth from the couch of lasting night Thou hate and terror to prosperitie And I will kisse thy detestable bones And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe Come grin on me and I will thinke thou smil'st And busse thee as thy wife Miseries Loue O come to me Fra. O faire affliction peace Con. No no I will not hauing breath to cry O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth Then with a passion would I shake the world And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce Which scornes a moderne Inuocation Pand. Lady you vtter madnesse and not sorrow Con. Thou art holy to belye me so I am not mad this haire I teare is mine My name is Constance I was Gâ—ffreyes wife Yong Arthur is my sonne and he is lost I am not mad I would to heauen I were For then 't is like I should forget my selfe O if I could what griefe should I forget Preach some Philosophy to make me mad And thou shalt be Canoniz'd Cardinall For being not mad but sensible of greefe My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliuer'd of these woes And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe If I were mad I should forget my sonne Or madly thinke a babe of clowes were he I am not mad too well too well I feele The different plague of each calamitie Fra. Binde vp those tresses O what loue I note In the faire multitude of â—hose her haires Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe Like true inseparable faithfull loues Sticking together in calamitie Con. To England if you will Fra. Binde vp your haires Con. Yes that I will and wherefore will I do it I tore them from their bonds and cride aloud O that these hands could so redeeme my sonne As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie But now I enuie at their libertie And will againe commit them to their bonds Because my poore childe is a prisoner And Father Cardinall I haue heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heauen If that be true I shall see my boy againe For since the birth of Caine the first male-childe To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature borne But now will Canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager as an Agues fitte And so hee 'll dye and rising so againe When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen I shall not know him therefore neuer neuer Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe Const He talkes to me that neuer had a sonne Fra. You are as fond of greefe as of your childe Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe Lies in his bed walkes vp and downe with me Puts on his pretty lookes repeats his words Remembets me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme Then haue I reason to be fond of griefe Fareyouwell had you such a losse as I I could giue better comfort then you doe I will not keepe this forme vpon my head When there is such disorder in my witte O Lord my boy my Arthur my faire sonne My life my ioy my food my all the world My widow-comfort and my sorrowes cure Exit Fra. I feare some out-rage and I le follow her Exit Dol. There 's nothing in this world can make me ioy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull eare of a drowsie man And bitter shame hath spoyl'd the sweet words taste That it yeelds nought but shame and bitternesse Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease Euen in the instant of repaire and health The fit is strongest Euils that take leaue On their departure most of all shew euill What haue you lost by losing of this day Dol. All daies of glory ioy and happinesse Pan. If you had won it certainely you had No no when Fortune meanes to men most good Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye 'T is strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost In this which he accounts so clearely wonne Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as
not I pleas'd not to be pardon'd am content with all Seeke you to seize and gripe into your hands The Royalties and Rights of banish'd Herfoâ—d Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Herford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not â—arry true Did not the one deserue to haue an heyre Is not his heyre a well-deseruing sonne Take Herfords rights away and take from time His Charters and his customarie rights Let not to morrow then insue to day Be not thy selfe For how art thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbid I say true If you do wrongfully seize Herfords right Call in his Letters Patents that he hath By his Atturneyes generall to sue His Liuerie and denie his offer'd homage You plucke a thousand â—angers on your head You loose a thousand well-disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honor and allegeance cannnot thinke Ric. Thinke what you will we seiâ—e into our hands His plate his goods his money and his lands Yor. I le noâ— be by the while My Liege farewell What will ensue heereof there 's none can tell But by bad couâ—ses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit Rich. Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire streight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this businesse to morrow next We will for Ireland and 't is time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vncle Yorke Lord Gouernor of England For he is iust and alwayes louâ—d vs well Come on out Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of stay is short Flourish Manet North Willoughby Ross Nor. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Ross And liuing too for now his sonne is Duke Wil. Barely in title not in reuennew Nor. Richly in both if iustice had her right Ross My heart is great but it must break with silence Er 't be disburthen'd with a liberall tongue Nor. Nay speake thy mind let him ne'r speak more That speakes thy words againe to do thee harme Wil. Tends that thou 'dst speake to th' Du of Hereford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Ross No good at all that I can do for him Vnlesse you call it good to pitie him Berest and gelded of his patrimonie Nor. Now afore heauen 't is shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many moe Of noble blood in this declining Land The King is not himselfe but basely led By Flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate ' gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute ' Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Ros The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes And quite lost their hearts the Nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Wil. And daily new exâ—ctions are deuis'd As blankes beneuolences and I wot not what But what o' Gods name doth become of this Nor. Wars hath not wasted it for war'd he hath not But basely yeelded vpon comprimize That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes More hath he spent in peace then they in warres Ros The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man Nor. Reproach and dissolution hangeth ouer him Ros He hath not monie for these Irish warres His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke Nor. His noble Kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the winde sit sore vpon our salles And yet we strike not but securely perish Ros We see the very wracke that we must suffer And â—auoyded is the danger now For â—irstâ—ng so the causes of our wracke Nor. Not so euen through the hollow eyes of death I spâ— life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Ros Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold Nor. Then thus I haue from Port le Blan A Bay in Britaine receiu'd intelligence That Harry Duke of Herford Rainald Lord Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother Archbishop late of Canterbury Sir Thomas Erpingham Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Iohn Norberie Sir Robert Wâ—terton Francis Quoint All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Britaine With eight tall ships three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had ere this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoake Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemish'd Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters gilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in poste to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Ros To horse to horse vrge doubts to them y t feare Wil. Hold out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Queene Bushy and Bagot Bush Madam your Maiesty is too much sad You promis'd when you parted with the King To lay aside selfe-harming heauinesse And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Qu. To please the King I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as greefe Saue bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard yet againe me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in fortunes wombe Is comming towards me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it greeues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bush Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows Which shewes like greefe it selfe but is not so For sorrowes eye glazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing intire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gaz'd vpon Shew nothing but confusion ey'd awry Distinguish forme so your sweet Maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of greefe more then himselfe to waile Which look'd on as it is is naught but shadowes Of what it is not then thrice-gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more 's not seene Or if it be 't is with false sorrowes eie Which for things true weepe things imaginary Qu. It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauy sad As though on thinking on no thought I thinke â—akes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush 'T is nothing but conceit my gracious Lady Qu. 'T is nothing lesse conceit is still deriu'd From some fore father greefe mine is not so For nothing hath begot my something greefe Or
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differēces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
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
needfull fitnesse That we adiourne this Court till further day Meane while must be an earnest motion Made to the Queene to call backe her Appeale She intends vnto his Holinesse Kin. I may perceiue These Cardinals trifle with me I abhorre This dilatory sloth and trickes of Rome My learn'd and welbeloued Seruant Cranmer Prethee returne with thy approch I know My comfort comes along breake vp the Court I say set on Exeunt in manner as they enter'd Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Queene and her Women as at worke Queen Take thy Lute wench My Soule growes sad with troubles Sing and disperse 'em if thou canst leaue working SONG ORpheus with his Lute made Trees And the Mountaine tops that freeze Bow themselues when he did sing To his Musicke Plants and Flowers Euer sprung as Sunne and Showers There had made a lasting Spring Euery thing that heard him play Euen the Billowes of the Sea Hung their heads then lay by In sweet Musicke is such Art Killing care griefe of heart Fall asleepe or hearing dye Enter a Gentleman Queen How now Gent. And 't please your Grace the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence Queen Would they speake with me Gent. They wil'd me say so Madam Queen Pray their Graces To come neere what can be their busines With me a poore weake woman falne from fauour I doe not like their comming now I thinke on 't They should bee good men their affaires as righteous But all Hoods make not Monkes Enter the two Cardinalls Wolsey Campian Wols Peace to your Highnesse Queen Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife I would be all against the worst may happen What are your pleasures with me reuerent Lords Wol. May it please you Noble Madam to withdraw Into your priuate Chamber we shall giue you The full cause of our comming Queen Speake it heere There 's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conscience Deserues a Corner would all other Women Could speake this with as free a Soule as I doe My Lords I care not so much I am happy Aboue a number if my actions Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue eu'ry eye saw 'em Enuy and base opinion set against 'em I know my life so euen If your busines Seeke me out and that way I am Wife in Out with it boldly Truth loues open dealing Card. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima Queen O good my Lord no Latin I am not such a Truant since my comming As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange suspitious Pray speake in English heere are some will thanke you If you speake truth for their poore Mistris sake Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong Lord Cardinall The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed May be absolu'd in English Card. Noble Lady I am sorry my integrity shoul breed And seruice to his Maiesty and you So deepe suspition where all faith was meant We come not by the way of Accusation To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses Nor to betray you any way to sorrow You haue too much good Lady But to know How you stand minded in the waighty difference Betweene the King and you and to deliuer Like free and honest men our iust opinions And comforts to our cause Camp Most honour'd Madam My Lord of Yorke out of his Noble nature Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace Forgetting like a good man your late Censure Both of his truth and him which was too farre Offers as I doe in a signe of peace His Seruice and his Counsell Queen To betray me My Lords I thanke you both for your good wills Ye speake like honest men pray God ye proue so But how to make ye sodainly an Answere In such a poynt of weight so neere mine Honour More neere my Life I feare with my weake wit And to such men of grauity and learning In truth I know not I was set at worke Among my Maids full little God knowes looking Either for such men or such businesse For her sake that I haue beene for I feele The last fit of my Greatnesse good your Graces Let me haue time and Councell for my Cause Alas I am a Woman frendlesse hopelesse Wol. Madam You wrong the Kings loue with these feares Your hopes and friends are infinite Queen In England But little for my profit can you thinke Lords That any English man dare giue me Councell Or be a knowne friend ' gainst his Highnes pleasure Though he be growne so desperate to be honest And liue a Subiect Nay forsooth my Friends They that must weigh out my affllictions They that my trust must grow to liue not heere They are as all my other comforts far hence In mine owne Countrey Lords Camp I would your Grace Would leaue your greefes and take my Counsell Queen How Sir Camp Put your maine cause into the Kings protection Hee 's louing and most gracious 'T will be much Both for your Honour better and your Cause For if the tryall of the Law o're take ye You 'l part away disgrac'd Wol. He tels you rightly Queen Ye tell me what ye wish for both my ruine Is this your Christian Councell Out vpon ye Heauen is aboue all yet there sits a Iudge That no King can corrupt Camp Your rage mistakes vs. Queen The more shame for ye holy men I thought ye Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues But Cardinall Sins and hollow hearts I feare ye Mend 'em for shame my Lords Is this your comfort The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady A woman lost among ye laugh't at scornd I will not wish ye halfe my miseries I haue more Charity But say I warn'd ye Take heed for heauens sake take heed least at once The burthen of my sorrowes fall vpon ye Car. Madam this is a meere distraction You turne the good we offer into enuy Quee. Ye turne me into nothing Woe vpon ye And all such false Professors Would you haue me If you haue any Iustice any Pitty If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits Put my sicke cause into his hands that hates me Alas ha's banish'd me his Bed already His Loue too long ago I am old my Lords And all the Fellowship I hold now with him Is onely my Obedience What can happen To me aboue this wretchednesse All your Studies Make me a Curse like this Camp Your feares are worse Qu. Haue I liu'd thus long let me speake my selfe Since Vertue findes no friends a Wife a true one A Woman I dare say without Vainglory Neuer yet branded with Suspition Haue I with all my full Affections Still met the King Lou'd him next Heau'n Obey'd him Bin out of fondnesse superstitious to him Almost forgot my Prayres to content him And am I thus rewarded 'T is not well Lords Bring me a constant woman to her Husband One that ne're dream'd a Ioy beyond his pleasure And to
me else Dio. Giue me some token for the surety of it Cres I le fetch you one Exit Vlis You haue sworne patience Troy Feare me not sweete Lord. I will not be my selfe nor haue cognition Of what I feele I am all patience Enter Cressid Ther. Now the pledge now now now Cres Here Diomed keepe this Sleeue Troy O beautie where is thy Faith Vlis My Lord. Troy I will be patient outwardly I will Cres You looke vpon that Sleeue behold it well He lou'd me O false wench giue 't me againe Dio. Whose was 't Cres It is no matter now I haue 't againe I will not meete with you to morrow night I prythee Diomed visite me no more Ther. Now she sharpens well said Whetstone Dio. I shall haue it Cres What this Dio. I that Cres O all you gods O prettie prettie pledge Thy Maister now lies thinking in his bed Of thee and me and sighes and takes my Gloue And giues memoriall daintie kisses to it As I kisse thee Dio. Nay doe not snatch it from me Cres He that takes that rakes my heart withall Dio. I had your heart before this followes it Troy I did sweare patience Cres You shall not haue it Diomed faith you shall not I le giue you something else Dio. I will haue this whose was it Cres It is no matter Dio. Come tell me whose it was Cres 'T was one that lou'd me better then you will But now you haue it take it Dio. Whose was it Cres By all Dianaâ— waiting women yond And by her selfe I will not tell you whose Dio. To morrow will I weare it on my Helme And grieue his spirit that dares not challenge it Troy Wert thou the diuell and wor'st it on thy horne It should be challeng'd Cres Well well 't is done 't is past and yet it is not I will not keepe my word Dio. Why then farewell Thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed againe Cres You shall not goe one cannot speake a word But it strait starts you Dio. I doe not like this fooling Ther. Nor I by Pluto but that that likes not me pleases me best Dio. What shall I come the houre Cres I come O Ioue doe come I shall be plagu'd Dio. Farewell till then Exit Cres Good night I prythee come Troylus farewell one eye yet lookes on thee But with my heart the other eye doth see Ah poore our sexe this fault in vs I finde The errour of our eye directs our minde What errour leads must erre O then conclude Mindes swai'd by eyes are full of turpitude Exit Ther. A proofe of strength she could not publish more Vnlesse she say my minde is now turn'd whore Vlis Al 's done my Lord. Troy It is Vlis Why stay we then Troy To make a recordation to my soule Of euery syllable that here was spoke But if I tell how these two did coact Shall I not lye in publishing a truth Sith yet there is a credence in my heart An esperance so obstinately strong That doth inuert that test of eyes and eares As if those organs had deceptious functions Created onely to calumniate Was Cressed here Vlis I cannot coniure Troian Troy She was not sure Vlis Most sure she was Troy Why my negation hath no taste of madnesse Vlis Nor mine my Lord Cressid was here but now Troy Let it not be beleeu'd for womanhood Thinke we had mothers doe not giue aduantage To stubborne Criticks apt without a theame For deprauation to square the generall sex By Cressids rule Rather thinke this not Cressid Vlis What hath she done Prince that can soyle our mothers Troy Nothing at all vnlesse that this were she Ther. Will he swagger himselfe out on 's owne eyes Troy This she no this is Diomids Cressidâ— If beautie haue a soule this is not she If soules guide vowes if vowes are sanctimonie If sanctimonie be the gods delight If there be rule in vnitie it selfe This is not she O madnesse of discourse That cause sets vp with and against thy selfe By foule authoritie where reason can reuolt Without perdition and losse assume all reason Without reuolt This is and is not Cressid Within my soule there doth conduce a fight Of this strange nature that a thing inseperate Diuides more wider then the skie and earth And yet the spacious bredth of this diuision Admits no Orifex for a point as subtle As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter Instance O instance strong as Plutoes gates Cressid is mine tied with the bonds of heauen Instance O instance strong as heauen it selfe The bonds of heauen are slipt dissolu'd and loos'd And with another knot fiue finger tied The fractions of her faith orts of her loue The fragments scraps the bits and greazie reliques Of her ore-eaten faith are bound to Diomed Vlis May worthy Troylus be halfe attached With that which here his passion doth expresse Troy I Greeke and that shall be divulged well In Characters as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus neuer did yong man fancy With so eternall and so fixt a soule Harke Greek as much I doe Cressida loue So much by weight hate I her Diomed That Sleeue is mine that hee le beare in his Helme Were it a Caske compos'd by Vulcans skill My Sword should bite it Not the dreadfull spout Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call Constring'd in masse by the almighty Fenne Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare In his discent then shall my prompted sword Falling on Diomed. Ther. Hee le tickle it for his concupie Troy O Cressid O false Cressid false false false Let all vntruths stand by thy stained name And they le seeme glorious Vlis O containe your selfe Your passion drawes eares hither Enter Aeneas Aene. I haue beene seeking you this houre my Lord Hector by this is arming him in Troy Aiax your Guard staies to conduct you home Troy Haue with you Prince my curteous Lord adew Farewell reuolted faire and Diomed Stand fast and weare a Castle on thy head Vli. I le bring you to the Gates Troy Accept distracted thankes Exeunt Troylus Aeneas and Vlisses Ther. Would I could meete that roague Diomed I would croke like a Rauen I would bode I would bode Patroclus will giue me any thing for the intelligence of this whore the Parrot will not doe more for an Almond then he for a commodious drab Lechery lechery still warres and lechery nothing else holds fashion A burning diuell take them Enter Hecter and Andromache And. When was my Lord so much vngently temper'd To stop his eares against admonishment Vnarme vnarme and doe not fight to day Hect. You traine me to offend you get you gone By the euerlasting gods I le goe And. My dreames will sure proue ominous to the day Hect. No more I say Enter Cassandra Cassa Where is my brother Hector And. Here sister arm'd and bloudy in intent Consort with me in loud and deere petition Pursue we him on knees for I haue dreampt Of bloudy
whereat greeued That so his Sicknesse Age and Impotence Was falsely borne in hand sends out Arrests On Fortinbras which he in breefe obeyes Receiues rebuke from Norwey and in fine Makes Vow before his Vnkle neuer more To giue th' assay of Armes against your Maiestie Whereon old Norwey ouercome with ioy Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers So leuied as before against the Poleak With an intreaty heerein further shewne That it might please you to giue quiet passe Through your Dominions for his Enterprize On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set downe King It likes vs well And at our more consider'd time wee 'l read Answer and thinke vpon this Businesse Meane time we thanke you for your well-tooke Labour Go to your rest at night wee 'l Feast together Most welcome home Exit Ambass Pol. This businesse is very well ended My Liege and Madam to expostulate What Maiestie should be what Dutie is Why day is day night night and time is time Were nothing but to waste Night Day and Time Therefore since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit And tediousnesse the limbes and outward flourishes I will be breefe Your Noble Sonne is mad Mad call I it for to define true Madnesse What is' t but to be nothing else but mad But let that go Qu. More matter with lesse Art Pol. Madam I sweare I vse no Art at all That he is mad 't is true 'T is true 't is pittie And pittie it is true A foolish figure But farewell it for I will vse no Art Mad let vs grant him then and now remaines That we finde out the cause of this effect Or rather say the cause of this defect For this effect defectiue comes by cause Thus it remaines and the remainder thus Perpend I haue a daughter haue whil'st she is mine Who in her Dutie and Obedience marke Hath giuen me this now gather and surmise The Letter To the Celestiall and my Soules Idoll the most beautified Ophelia That 's an ill Phrase a vilde Phrase beautified is a vilde Phrase but you shall heare these in her excellent white bosome these Qu. Came this from Hamlet to her Pol. Good Madam stay awhile I will be faithfull Doubt thou the Starres are fire Doubt that the Sunne doth moue Doubt Truth to be a Lier But neuer Doubt I loue O deere Ophelia I am ill at these Numbers I haue not Art to reckon my grones but that I loue thee best oh most Best beleeue it Adieu Thine euermore most deere Lady whilst this Machine is to him Hamlet This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me And more aboue hath his soliciting As they fell out by Time by Meanes and Place All giuen to mine eare King But how hath she receiu'd his Loue Pol. What do you thinke of me King As of a man faithfull and Honourable Pol. I wold faine proue so But what might you think When I had seene this hot loue on the wing As I perceiued it I must tell you that Before my Daughter told me what might you Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere think If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke Or giuen my heart a winking mute and dumbe Or look'd vpon this Loue with idle sight What might you thinke No I went round to worke And my yong Mistris thus I did bespeake Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre This must not be and then I Precepts gaue her That she should locke her selfe from his Resort Admit no Messengers receiue no Tokens Which done she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice And he repulsed A short Tale to make Fell into a Sadnesse then into a Fast Thence to a Watch thence into a Weaknesse Thence to a Lightnesse and by this declension Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues And all we waile for King Do you thinke 't is this Qu. It may be very likely Pol. Hath there bene such a time I 'de fain know that That I haue possitiuely said 't is so When it prou'd otherwise King Not that I know Pol. Take this from this if this be otherwise If Circumstances leade me I will finde Where truth is hid though it were hid indeede Within the Center King How may we try it further Pol. You know sometimes He walkes foure houres together heere In the Lobby Qu. So he ha's indeed Pol. At such a time I le loose my Daughter to him Be you and I behinde an Arras then Marke the encounter If he loue her not And be not from his reason falne thereon Let me be no Assistant for a State And keepe a Farme and Carters King We will try it Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke Qu. But looke where sadly the poore wretch Comes reading Pol. Away I do beseech you both away I le boord him presently Exit King Queen Oh giue me leaue How does my good Lord Hamlet Ham. Well God-a-mercy Pol. Do you know me my Lord Ham. Excellent excellent well y' are a Fishmonger Pol. Not I my Lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man Pol. Honest my Lord Ham. I sir to be honest as this world goes is to bee one man pick'd out of two thousand Pol. That 's very true my Lord. Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge being a good kissing Carrion Haue you a daughter Pol. I haue my Lord. Ham. Let her not walke i' th' Sunne Conception is a blessing but not as your daughter may conceiue Friend looke too 't Pol. How say you by that Still harping on my daughter yet he knew me not at first he said I was a Fishmonger he is farre gone farre gone and truly in my youth I suffred much extreamity for loue very neere this I le speake to him againe What do you read my Lord Ham. Words words words Pol. What is the matter my Lord Ham. Betweene who Pol. I meane the matter you meane my Lord. Ham. Slanders Sir for the Satyricall slaue saies here that old men haue gray Beards that their faces are wrinkled their eyes purging thicke Amber or Plum-Tree Gumme and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit together with weake Hammes All which Sir though I most powerfully and potently beleeue yet I holde it not Honestie to haue it thus set downe For you your selfe Sir should be old as I am if like a Crab you could go backward Pol Though this be madnesse Yet there is Method in 't will you walke Out of the ayre my Lord Ham. Into my Graue Pol. Indeed that is out o' th' Ayre How pregnant sometimes his Replies are A happinesse That often Madnesse hits on Which Reason and Sanitie could not So prosperously be deliuer'd of I will leaue him And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting Betweene him and my daughter My Honourable Lord I will most humbly Take my leaue of you Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withall except
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
Oth. Say you Des It is not lost but what and if it were Oth. How Des I say it is not lost Oth. Fetcht let me see 't Des Why so I can but I will not now This is a tricke to put me from my suite Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe My minde mis-giues Des Come come you 'l neuer meete a more sufficient man Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue Shar'd dangers with you Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des Insooth you are too blame Oth. Away Exit Othello Aemil. Is not this man iealious Des I neu'r saw this before Sure there 's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe I am most vnhappy in the losse of it Aemil. 'T is not a yeare or two shewes vs a man They are all but Stomackes and we all but Food They eate vs hungerly and when they are full They belch vs. Enter Iago and Cassio Looke you Cassio and my Husband Iago There is no other way 't is she must doo 't And loe the happinesse go and importune her Des How now good Cassio what 's the newes with you Cassio Madam my former suite I do beseech you That by your vertuous meanes I may againe Exist and be a member of his loue Whom I with all the Office of my heart Intirely honour I would not be delayd If my offence be of such mortall kinde That nor my Seruice past nor present Sorrowes Nor purpos'd merit in futurity Can ransome me into his loue againe But to know so must be my benefit So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content And shut my selfe vp in some other course To Fortunes Almes Des Alas thrice-gentle Cassio My Aduocation is not now in Tune My Lord is not my Lord nor should I know him Were he in Fauour as in Humour alter'd So helpe me euery spirit sanctified As I haue spoken for you all my best And stood within the blanke of his displeasure For my free speech You must awhile be patient What I can do I will and more I will Then for my selfe I dare Let that suffice you Iago Is my Lord angry Aemil. He went hence but now And certainly in strange vnquietnesse Iago Can he be angry I haue seene the Cannon When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre And like the Diuell from his very Arme Puff't his owne Brother And is he angry Something of moment then I will go meet him There 's matter in 't indeed if he be angry Exit Des I prythee do so Something sure of State Either from Venice or some vnhatch'd practise Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus to him Hath pudled his cleare Spirit and in such cases Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things Though great ones are their obiect 'T is euen so For let our finger ake and it endues Our other healthfull members euen to a sense Of paine Nay we must thinke men are not Gods Nor of them looke for such obseruancie As fits the Bridall Beshrew me much Aemilia I was vnhandsome Warrior as I am Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule But now I finde I had suborn'd the Witnesse And he 's Indited falsely Aemil. Pray heauen it bee State matters as you thinke and no Conception Nor no Iealious Toy concerning you Des Alas the day I neuer gaue him cause Aemil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so They are not euer iealious for the cause But iealious for they 're iealious It is a Monster Begot vpon it selfe borne on it selfe Des Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind Aemil. Lady Amen Des I will go seeke him Cassio walke heere about If I doe finde him fit I le moue your suite And seeke to effect it to my vttermost Exit Cas I humbly thanke your Ladyship Enter Bianca Bian. ' Saue you Friend Cassio Cassio What make you from home How is' t with you my most faire Bianca Indeed sweet Loue I was comming to your house Bian. And I was going to your Lodging Cassio What keepe a weeke away Seuen dayes and Nights Eight score eight houres And Louers absent howres More tedious then the Diall eight score times Oh weary reck'ning Cassio Pardon me Bianca I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest But I shall in a more continuate time Strike off this score of absence Sweet Bianca Take me this worke out Bianca Oh Cassio whence came this This is some Token from a newer Friend To the felt-Absence now I feele a Cause Is' t come to this Well well Cassio Go too woman Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth From whence you haue them You are iealious now That this is from some Mistris some remembrance No in good troth Bianca Bian. Why who 's is it Cassio I know not neither I found it in my Chamber I like the worke well Ere it be demanded As like enough it will I would haue it coppied Take it and doo 't and leaue me for this time Bian. Leaue you Wherefore Cassio I do attend heere on the Generall And thinke it no addition nor my wish To haue him see me woman'd Bian. Why I ptay you Cassio Not that I loue you not Bian. But that you do not loue me I pray you bring me on the way a little And say if I shall see you soone at night Cassio 'T is but a little way that I can bring you For I attend heere But I le see you soone Bian. 'T is very good I must be circumstanc'd Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Othello and Iago Iago Will you thinke so Oth. Thinke so Iago Iago What to kisse in priuate Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kisse Iago Or to be naked with her Friend in bed An houre or more not meaning any harme Oth. Naked in bed Iago and not meane harme It is hypocrisie against the Diuell They that meane vertuously and yet do so The Diuell their vertue tempts and they tempt Heauen Iago If they do nothing 't is a Veniall slip But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe Oth. What then Iago Why then 't is hers my Lord and being hers She may I thinke bestow 't on any man Oth. She is Protectresse of her honor too May she giue that Iago Her honor is an Essence that 's not seene They haue it very oft that haue it not But for the Handkerchiefe Othe By heauen I would most gladly haue forgot it Thou saidst oh it comes ore my memorie As doth the Rauen o're the infectious house Boading to all he had my Handkerchiefe Iago I what of that Othe That 's not so good now Iag. What if I had said I had seene him do you wrong Or heard him say as Knaues be such abroad Who hauing by their owne importunate suit Or voluntary dotage of some Mistris Conuinced or supply'd them cannot chuse But they must blab Oth. Hath he said any thing Iago He hath my Lord but be you well assur'd No
Palats both for sweet and sowre As Husbands haue What is it that they do When they change vs for others Is it Sport I thinke it is and doth Affection breed it I thinke it doth Is' t Frailty that thus erres It is so too And haue not we Affections Desires for Sport and Frailty as men haue Then let them vse vs well else let them know The illes we do their illes instruct vs so Des Good night good night Heauen me such vses send Not to picke bad from bad but by bad mend Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Iago and Rodorigo Iago Heere stand behinde this Barke Straight will he come Weare thy good Rapier bare and put it home Quicke quicke feare nothing I le be at thy Elbow It makes vs or it marres vs thinke on that And fixe most firme thy Resolution Rod. Be neere at hand I may miscarry in 't Iago Heere at thy hand Be bold take thy stand Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed And yet he hath giuen me satisfying Reasons 'T is but a man gone Forth my Sword he dies Iago I haue rub'd this yong Qâ—at almost to the sense And he growes angry Now whether he kill Cassio Or Cassio him or each do kill the other Euery way makes my gaine Liue Rodorigo He calles me to a restitution large Of Gold and Iewels that I bob'd from him As Guifts to Desdemona It must not be If Cassio do remaine He hath a dayly beauty in his life That makes me vgly and besides the Moore May vnfold me to him there stand I in much perill No he must dye But so I heard him comming Enter Cassio Rod. I know his gate 't is he Villaine thou dyest Cas That thrust had beene mine enemy indeed But that my Coate is better then thou know'st I will make proofe of thine Rod. Oh I am slaine Cassio I am maym'd for euer Helpe hoa Murther murther Enter Othello Oth. The voyce of Cassio Iago keepes his word Rod. O Villaine that I am Oth. It is euen so Cas Oh helpe hoa Light a Surgeon Oth. 'T is he O braue Iago honest and iust That hast such Noble sense of thy Friends wrong Thou teachest me Minion your deere lyes dead And your vnblest Fate highes Strumpet I come For of my heart those Charmes thine Eyes are blotted Thy Bed lust-stain'd shall with Lusts blood bee spotted Exit Othello Enter Lodouico and Gratiano Cas What hoa no Watch No passage Murther Murther Gra. 'T is some mischance the voyce is very direfull Cas Oh helpe Lodo. Hearke Rod. Oh wretched Villaine Lod. Two or three groane 'T is heauy night These may be counterfeits Let 's think 't vnsafe To come into the cry without more helpe Rod. Nobody come then shall I bleed to death Enter Iago Lod. Hearke Gra. Here 's one comes in his shirt with Light and Weapons Iago Who 's there Who 's noyse is this that cries on murther Lodo. We do not know Iago Do not you heare a cry Cas Heere heere for heauen sake helpe me Iago What 's the matter Gra. This is Othello's Ancient as I take it Lodo. The same indeede a very valiant Fellow Iago What are you heere that cry so greeuously Cas Iago Oh I am spoyl'd vndone by Villaines Giue me some helpe Iago O mee Lieutenant What Villaines haue done this Cas I thinke that one of them is heereabout And cannot make away Iago Oh treacherous Villaines What are you there Come in and giue some helpe Rod. O helpe me there Cassio That 's one of them Iago Oh murd'rous Slaue O Villaine Rod. O damn'd Iago O inhumane Dogge Iago Kill men i' th' darke Where be these bloody Theeues How silent is this Towne Hoa murther murther What may you be Are you of good or euill Lod. As you shall proue vs praise vs. Iago Signior Lodouico Lod. He Sir Iago I cry you mercy here 's Cassio hurt by Villaines Gra. Cassio Iago How is' t Brother Cas My Legge is cut in two Iago Marry heauen forbid Light Gentlemen I le binde it with my shirt Enter Bianca Bian. What is the matter hoa Who is' t that cry'd Iago Who is' t that cry'd Bian. Oh my deere Cassio My sweet Cassio Oh Cassio Cassio Cassio Iago O notable Strumpet Cassio may you suspect Who they should be that haue thus mangled you Cas No. Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus I haue beene to seeke you Iago Lend me a Garter So Oh for a Chaire To beare him easily hence Bian. Alas he faints Oh Cassio Cassio Cassio Iago Gentlemen all I do suspect this Trash To be a party in this Iniurie Patience a while good Cassio Come come Lend me a Light know we this face or no Alas my Friend and my deere Countryman Rodorigo No Yes sure Yes 't is Rodorigo Gra. What of Venice Iago Euen he Sir Did you know him Gra. Know him I. Iago Signior Gratiano I cry your gentle pardon These bloody accidents must excuse my Manners That so neglected you Gra. I am glad to see you Iago How do you Cassio Oh a Chaire a Chaire Gra. Rodorigo Iago He he 't is he Oh that 's well said the Chaire Some good man beare him carefully from hence I le fetch the Generall 's Surgeon For you Mistris Saue you your labour He that lies slaine heere Cassio Was my deere friend What malice was between you Cas None in the world nor do I know the man Iago What looke you pale Oh beare him o' th' Ayre Stay you good Gentlemen Looke you pale Mistris Do you perceiue the gastnesse of her eye Nay if you stare we shall heare more anon Behold her well I pray you looke vpon her Do you see Gentlemen Nay guiltinesse will speake Though tongues were out of vse Aemil. Alas what is the matter What is the matter Husband Iago Cassio hath heere bin set on in the darke By Rodorigo and Fellowes that are scap'd He 's almost slaine and Rodorigo quite dead Aemil. Alas good Gentleman alas good Cassio Iago This is the fruits of whoring Prythe Aemilia Go know of Cassio where he supt to night What do you shake at that Bian. He supt at my house but I therefore shake not Iago O did he so I charge you go with me Aemil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet Bian. I am no Strumpet but of life as honest As you that thus abuse me Aemil. As I Fie vpon thee Iago Kinde Gentlemen Let 's go see poore Cassio drest Come Mistris you must tel's another Tale. Aemilia run you to the Cittadell And tell my Lord and Lady what hath happ'd Will you go on afore This is the night That either makes me or foredoes me quight Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Othello and Desdemona in her bed Oth. It is the Cause it is the Cause my Soule Let me not name it to you you chaste Starres It is the Cause Yet I le not shed her blood Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers then
Murderer if you will For nought I did in hate but all in Honour Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany Did you and he consent in Cassio's death Oth. I. Cas Deere Generall I neuer gaue you cause Oth. I do beleeue it and I aske your pardon Will you I pray demand that demy-Diuell Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body Iag. Demand me nothing what you know you know From this time forth I neuer will speake word Lod. What not to pray Gra. Torments will ope your lips Oth. Well thou dost best Lod. Sir You shall vnderstand what hath befalne Which as I thinke you know not heere is a Letter Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo And heere another the one of them imports The death of Cassio to be vndertooke By Rodorigo Oth. O Villaine Cassio Most Heathenish and most grosse Lod. Now heere 's another discontented paper Found in his pocket too and this it seemes Rodorigo meant t' haue sent this damned villaine But that belike Iago in the interim Came in and satisfi'd him Oth. Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe How came you Cassio by that Handkerchiefe That was my wiues Cassio I found it in my Chamber And he himselfe confest it but euen now That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose Which wrought to his desire Othel. O Foole foole foole Cassio There is besides in Rodorigo's Letter How he vpbraides Iago that he made him Braue me vpon the Watch whereon it came That I was cast and euen but now he spake After long seeming dead Iago hurt him Iago set him on Lod. You must forsake this roome and go with vs Your Power and your Command is taken off And Cassio rules in Cyprus For this Slaue If there be any cunning Crueltie That can torment him much and hold him long It shall be his You shall close Prisoner rest Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne To the Venetian State Come bring away Oth. Soft you a word or two before you goe I haue done the State some seruice and they know 't No more of that I pray you in your Letters When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate Speake of me as I am Nothing extenuate Nor set downe ought in malice Then must you speake Of one that lou'd not wisely but too well Of one not easily Iealious but being wrought Perplexed in the extreame Of one whose hand Like the base Iudean threw a Pearle away Richer then all his Tribe Of one whose subdu'd Eyes Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees Their Medicinable gumme Set you downe this And say besides that in Aleppo once Where a malignant and a Turbond-Turke Beate a Venetian and traduc'd the State I tooke by th' throat the circumcised Dogge And smoate him thus Lod. Oh bloody period Gra. All that is spoke is marr'd Oth. I kist thee ere I kill'd thee No way but this Killing my selfe to dye vpon a kisse Cas This did I feare but thought he had no weapon For he was great of heart Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge More fell then Anguish Hunger or the Sea Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed This is thy worke The Obiect poysons Sight Let it be hid Gratiano keepe the house And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore For they succeede on you To you Lord Gouernor Remaines the Censure of this hellish villaine The Time the Place the Torture oh inforce it My selfe will straight aboord and to the State This heauie Act with heauie heart relate Exeunt FINIS The Names of the Actors OThello the Moore Brabantio Father to Desdemona Cassio an Honourable Lieutenant Iago a Villaine Rodorigo a gull'd Gentleman Duke of Venice Senators Montano Gouernour of Cyprus Gentlemen of Cyprus Lodouico and Gratiano two Noble Venetians Saylors Clowne Desdemona Wife to Othello Aemilia Wife to Iago Bianca a Curtezan THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie and Cleopatra Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Demetrius and Philo. Philo. NAy but this dotage of our Generals Ore-flowes the measure those his goodly eyes That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre Haue glow'd like plated Mars Now bend now turne The Office and Deuotion of their view Vpon a Tawny Front His Captaines heart Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst The Buckles on his brest reneages all temper And is become the Bellowes and the Fan To coole a Gypsies Lust Flourish Enter Anthony Cleopatra her Ladies the Traine with Eunuchs fanning her Looke where they come Take but good note and you shall see in him The triple Pillar of the world transform'd Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see Cleo. If it be Loue indeed tell me how much Ant. There 's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd Cleo. I le set a bourne how farre to be belou'd Ant. Then must thou needes finde our new Heauen new Earth Enter a Messenger Mes Newes my good Lord from Rome Ant. Grates me the summe Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony Fuluia perchance is angry Or who knowes If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent His powrefull Mandate to you Do this or this Take in that Kingdome and Infranchise that Perform't or else we damne thee Ant. How my Loue Cleo. Perchance Nay and most like You must not stay heere longer your dismission Is come from Caesar therefore heare it Anthony Where 's Fuluias Processe Caesars I would say both Call in the Messengers As I am Egypts Queene Thou blushest Anthony and that blood of thine Is Caesars homager else so thy cheeke payes shame When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds The Messengers Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt and the wide Arch Of the raing'd Empire fall Heere is my space Kingdomes are clay Our dungie earth alike Feeds Beast as Man the Noblenesse of life Is to do thus when such a mutuall paire And such a twaine can doo 't in which I binde One paine of punishment the world to weete We stand vp Peerelesse Cleo. Excellent falshood Why did he marry Fuluia and not loue her I le seeme the Foole I am not Anthony will be himselfe Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra Now for the loue of Loue and her soft houres Let 's not confound the time with Conference harsh There 's not a minute of our liues should stretch Without some pleasure now What sport to night Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors Ant. Fye wrangling Queene Whom euery thing becomes to chide to laugh To weepe who euery passion fully striues To make it selfe in Thee faire and admir'd No Messenger but thine and all alone to night Wee 'l wander through the streets and note The qualities of people Come my Queene Last night you did desire it Speake not to vs. Exeunt with the Traine Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight Philo. Sir sometimes when he is not Anthony He comes too short of that great Property Which still should go with Anthony Dem. I am full sorry that hee approues the common Lyar who thus speakes of him at
for I am declin'd Into the vale of yeares yet that 's not much Shee 's gone I am abus'd and my releefe Must be to loath her Oh Curse of Marriage That we can call these delicate Creatures ours And not their Appetites I had rather be a Toad And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue For others vses Yet 't is the plague to Great-ones Prerogatiu'd are they lesse then the Base 'T is destiny vnshunnable like death Euen then this forked plague is Fated to vs When we do quicken Looke where she comes Enter Desdemona and Aemilia If she be false Heauen mock'd it selfe I le not beleeue 't Des How now my deere Othello Your dinner and the generous Islanders By you inuited do attend your presence Oth. I am too blame Des Why do you speake so faintly Are you not well Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead heere Des Why that 's with watching 't will away againe Let me but binde it hard within this houre It will be well Oth. Your Napkin is too little Let it alone Come I le go in with you Exit Des I am very sorry that you are not well Aemil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin This was her first remembrance from the Moore My wayward Husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steale it But she so loues the Token For he coniur'd her she should euer keepe it That she reserues it euermore about her To kisse and talke too I le haue the worke tane out And giu 't Iago what he will do with it Heauen knowes not I I nothing but to please his Fantasie Enter Iago Iago How now What do you heere alone Aemil. Do not you chide I haue a thing for you Iago You haue a thing for me It is a common thing Aemil. Hah Iago To haue a foolish wife Aemil. Oh is that all What will you giue me now For that same Handkerchiefe Iago What Handkerchiefe Aemil. What Handkerchiefe Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona That which so often you did bid me steale Iago Hast stolne it from her Aemil. No but she let it drop by negligence And to th' aduantage I being heere took 't vp Looke heere ' t is Iago A good wench giue it me Aemil. What will you do with 't that you haue bene so earnest to haue me filch it Iago Why what is that to you Aemil. If it be not for some purpose of import Giu 't me againe Poore Lady shee 'l run mad When she shall lacke it Iago Be not acknowne on 't I haue vse for it Go leaue me Exit Aemil. I will in Cassio's Lodging loose this Napkin And let him finde it Trifles light as ayre Are to the iealious confirmations strong As proofes of holy Writ This may do something The Moore already changes with my poyson Dangerous conceites are in their Natures poysons Which at the first are scarse found to distaste But with a little acte vpon the blood Burne like the Mines of Sulphure I did say so Enter Othello Looke where he comes Not Poppy nor Mandragora Nor all the drowsie Syrrups of the world Shall euer medicine thee to that sweete sleepe Which thou owd'st yesterday Oth. Ha Ha false to mee Iago Why how now Generall No more of that Oth. Auant be gone Thou hast set me on the Racke I sweare 't is better to be much abus'd Then but to know 't a little Iago How now my Lord Oth. What sense had I in her stolne houres of Lust I saw 't not thought it not it harm'd not me I slept the next night well fed well was free and merrie I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes He that is robb'd not wanting what is stolne Let him not know 't and he 's not robb'd at all Iago I am sorry to heare this Oth. I had beene happy if the generall Campe Pyoners and all had tasted her sweet Body So I had nothing knowne Oh now for euer Farewell the Tranquill minde farewell Content Farewell the plumed Troopes and the bigge Warres That makes Ambition Vertue Oh farewell Farewell the neighing Steed and the shrill Trumpe The Spirit-stirring Drum th' Eare-piercing Fife The Royall Banner and all Qualitie Pride Pompe and Circumstance of glorious Warre And O you mortall Engines whose rude throates Th' immortall Ioues dread Clamours counterfet Farewell Othello's Occupation's gone Iago Is' t possible my Lord Oth. Villaine be sure thou proue my Loue a Whore Be sure of it Giue me the Occular proofe Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule Thou had'st bin better haue bin borne a Dog Then answer my wak'd wrath Iago Is' t come to this Oth. Make me to see 't or at the least so proue it That the probation beare no Hindge nor Loope To hang a doubt on Or woe vpon thy life Iago My Noble Lord. Oth. If thou dost slander her and torture me Neuer pray more Abandon all remorse On Horrors head Horrors accumulate Do deeds to make Heauen weepe all Earth amaz'd For nothing canst thou to damnation adde Greater then that Iago O Grace O Heauen forgiue me Are you a Man Haue you a Soule or Sense God buy you take mine Office Oh wretched Foole That lou'st to make thine Honesty a Vice Oh monstrous world Take note take note O World To be direct and honest is not safe I thanke you for this profit and from hence I le loue no Friend sith Loue breeds such offence Oth. Nay stay thou should'st be honest Iago I should be wise for Honestie 's a Foole And looses that it workes for Oth. By the World I thinke my Wife be honest and thinke she is not I thinke that thou art iust and thinke thou art not I le haue some proofe My name that was as fresh As Dians Visage is now begrim'd and blacke As mine owne face If there be Cords or Kniues Poyson or Fire or suffocating streames I le not indure it Would I were satisfied Iago I see you are eaten vp with Passion I do repent me that I put it to you You would be satisfied Oth. Would Nay and I will Iago And may but how How satisfied my Lord Would you the super-vision grossely gape on Behold her top'd Oth. Death and damnation Oh! Iago It were a tedious difficulty I thinke To bring them to that Prospect Damne them then If euer mortall eyes do see them boulster More then their owne What then How then What shall I say Where 's Satisfaction It is impossible you should see this Were they as prime as Goates as hot as Monkeyes As salt as Wolues in pride and Fooles as grosse As Ignorance made drunke But yet I say If imputation and strong circumstances Which leade directly to the doore of Truth Will giue you satisfaction you might haue 't Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she 's disloyall Iago I do not like the Office But sith I am entred in this cause so farre Prick'd too 't by
foolish Honesty and Loue I will go on I lay with Cassio lately And being troubled with a raging tooth I could not sleepe There are a kinde of men So loose of Soule that in their sleepes will mutter Their Affayres one of this kinde is Cassio In sleepe I heard him say sweet Desdemona Let vs be wary let vs hide our Loues And then Sir would he gripe and wring my hand Cry oh sweet Creature then kisse me hard As if he pluckt vp kisses by the rootes That grew vpon my lippes laid his Leg ore my Thigh And sigh and kisse and then cry cursed Fate That gaue thee to the Moore Oth. O monstrous monstrous Iago Nay this was but his Dreame Oth. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion 'T is a shrew'd doubt though it be but a Dreame Iago And this may helpe to thicken other proofes That do demonstrate thinly Oth. I le teare her all to peeces Iago Nay yet be wise yet we see nothing done She may be honest yet Tell me but this Haue you not sometimes seene a Handkerchiefe Spotted with Strawberries in your wiues hand Oth. I gaue her such a one 't was my first gift Iago I know not that but such a Handkerchiefe I am sure it was your wiues did I to day See Cassio wipe his Beard with Oth. If it be that Iago If it be that or any it was hers It speakes against her with the other proofes Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues One is too poore too weake for my reuenge Now do I see 't is true Looke heere Iago All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen 'T is gone Arise blacke vengeance from the hollow hell Yeeld vp O Loue thy Crowne and hearted Throne To tyrannous Hate Swell bosome with thy fraught For 't is of Aspickes tongues Iago Yet be content Oth. Oh blood blood blood Iago Patience I say your minde may change Oth. Neuer Iago Like to the Ponticke Sea Whose Icie Current and compulsiue course Neu'r keepes retyring ebbe but keepes due on To the Proponticke and the Hellespont Euen so my bloody thoughts with violent pace Shall neu'r looke backe neu'r ebbe to humble Loue Till that a capeable and wide Reuenge Swallow them vp Now by yond Marble Heauen In the due reuerence of a Sacred vow I heere engage my words Iago Do not rise yet Witnesse you euer-burning Lights aboue You Elements that clip vs round about Witnesse that heere Iago doth giue vp The execution of his wit hands heart To wrong'd Othello's Seruice Let him command And to obey shall be in me remorse What bloody businesse euer Oth. I greet thy loue Not with vaine thanks but with acceptance bounteous And will vpon the instant put thee too 't Within these three dayes let me heare thee say That Cassio's not aliue Iago My Friend is dead 'T is done at your Request But let her liue Oth. Damne her lewde Minx O damne her damne her Come go with me a-part I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift meanes of death For the faire Diuell Now art thou my Lieutenant Iago I am your owne for euer Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Desdemona Aemilia and Clown Des Do you know Sirrah where Lieutenant Cassio lyes Clow. I dare not say he lies any where Des Why man Clo. He 's a Soldier and for me to say a Souldier lyes 't is stabbing Des Go too where lodges he Clo. To tell you where he lodges is to tel you where I lye Des Can any thing be made of this Clo. I know not where he lodges and for mee to deuise a lodging and say he lies heere or he lies there were to lye in mine owne throat Des Can you enquire him out and be edified by report Clo. I will Catechize the world for him that is make Questions and by them answer Des Seeke him bidde him come hither tell him I haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe and hope all will be well Clo. To do this is within the compasse of mans Wit and therefore I will attempt the doing it Exit Clo. Des Where should I loose the Handkerchiefe Aemilia Aemil. I know not Madam Des Beleeue me I had rather haue lost my purse Full of Cruzadoes And but my Noble Moore Is true of minde and made of no such basenesse As iealious Creatures are it were enough To put him to ill-thinking Aemil. Is he not iealious Des Who he I thinke the Sun where he was borne Drew all such humors from him Aemil. Looke where he comes Enter Othello Des I will not leaue him now till Cassio be Call'd to him How is' t with you my Lord Oth. Well my good Lady Oh hardnes to dissemble How do you Desdemona Des Well my good Lord. Oth. Giue me your hand This hand is moist my Lady Des It hath felt no age nor knowne no sorrow Oth. This argues fruitfulnesse and liberall heart Hot hot and moyst This hand of yours requires A sequester from Liberty Fasting and Prayer Much Castigation Exercise deuout For heere 's a yong and sweating Diuell heere That commonly rebels 'T is a good hand A franke one Des You may indeed say so For 't was that hand that gaue away my heart Oth. A liberall hand The hearts of old gaue hands But our new Heraldry is hands not hearts Des I cannot speake of this Come now your promise Oth. What promise Chucke Des I haue sent to bid Cassio come speake with you Oth. I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me Lend me thy Handkerchiefe Des Heere my Lord. Oth. That which I gaue you Des I haue it not about me Oth. Not Des No indeed my Lord. Oth. That 's a fault That Handkerchiefe Did an Aegyptian to my Mother giue She was a Charmer and could almost read The thoughts of people She told her while she kept it 'T would make her Amiable and subdue my Father Intirely to her loue But if she lost it Or made a Guift of it my Fathers eye Should hold her loathed and his Spirits should hunt After new Fancies She dying gaue it me And bid me when my Fate would haue me Wâ—u'd To giue it her I did to and take heede on 't Make it a Darling like your precious eye To loose't or giue 't away were such perdition As nothing else could match Des Is' t possible Oth. 'T is true There 's Magicke in the web of it A Sybill that had numbred in the world The Sun to course two hundred compasses In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke The Wormes were hallowed that did breede the Silke And it was dyde in Mummey which the Skilfull Conseru'd of Maidens hearts Des Indeed Is' t true Oth. Most veritable therefore looke too 't well Des Then would to Heauen that I had neuer seene 't Oth. Ha wherefore Des Why do you speake so startingly and rash Oth. Is' t lost Is' t gon Speak is' t out o' th' way Des Blesse vs.