pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
most malicious Foe and thinke not At all a Friend to truth Wol. I do professe You speake not like your selfe who euer yet Haue stood to Charity and displayd th' effects Of disposition gentle and of wisedome Ore-topping womans powre Madam you do me wrong I haue no Spleene against you nor iniustice For you or any how farre I haue proceeded Or how farre further Shall is warranted By a Commission from the Consistorie Yea the whole Consistorie of Rome You charge me That I haue blowne this Coale I do deny it The King is present If it be knowne to him That I gainsay my Deed how may he wound And worthily my Falsehood yea as much As you haue done my Truth If he know That I am free of your Report he knowes I am not of your wrong Therefore in him It lies to cure me and the Cure is to Remoue these Thoughts from you The which before His Highnesse shall speake in I do beseech You gracious Madam to vnthinke your speaking And to say so no more Queen My Lord my Lord I am a simple woman much too weake T' oppose your cunning Y' are meek humble-mouth'd You signe your Place and Calling in full seeming With Meekenesse and Humilitie but your Heart Is cramm'd with Arrogancie Spleene and Pride You haue by Fortune and his Highnesse fauors Gone slightly o're lowe steppes and now are mounted Where Powres are your Retainers and your words Domestickes to you serue your will as 't please Your selfe pronounce their Office I must tell you You tender more your persons Honor then Your high profession Spirituall That agen I do refuse you for my Iudge and heere Before you all Appeale vnto the Pope To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holinesse And to be iudg'd by him She Curtsies to the King and offers to depart Camp The Queene is obstinate Stubborne to Iustice apt to accuse it and Disdainfull to be tride by 't t is not well Shee 's going away Kin. Call her againe Crier Katherine Q of England come into the Court. Gent. Vsh Madam you are cald backe Que. What need you note it pray you keep your way When you are cald returne Now the Lord helpe They vexe me past my patience pray you passe on I will not tarry no nor euer more Vpon this businesse my appearance make In any of their Courts Exit Queene and her Attendants Kin. Goe thy wayes Kate That man i' th' world who shall report he ha's A better Wife let him in naught be trusted For speaking false in that thou art alone If thy rare qualities sweet gentlenesse Thy meeknesse Saint-like Wife-like Gouernment Obeying in commanding and thy parts Soueraigne and Piousels could speake thee out The Queene of earthly Queenes Shee 's Noble borne And like her true Nobility she ha's Carried her selfe towards me Wol. Most gracious Sir In humblest manner I require your Highnes That it shall please you to declare in hearing Of all these eares for where I am rob'd and bound There must I be vnloos'd although not there At once and fully satisfide whether euer I Did broach this busines to your Highnes or Laid any scruple in your way which might Induce you to the question on 't or euer Haue to you but with thankes to God for such A Royall Lady spake one the least word that might Be to the preiudice of her present State Or touch of her good Person Kin. My Lord Cardinall I doe excuse you yea vpon mine Honour I free you from 't You are not to be taught That you haue many enemies that know not Why they are so but like to Village Curres Barke when their fellowes doe By some of these The Queene is put in anger y' are excus'd But will you be more iustifi'de You euer Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines neuer desir'd It to be stir'd but oft haue hindred oft The passages made toward it on my Honour I speake my good Lord Cardnall to this point And thus farre cleare him Now what mou'd me too 't I will be bold with time and your attention Then marke th' inducement Thus it came giue heede too 't My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes Scruple and pricke on certaine Speeches vtter'd By th' Bishop of Bayon then French Embassador Who had beene hither sent on the debating And Marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleance and Our Daughter Mary I' th' Progresse of this busines Ere a determinate resolution hee I meane the Bishop did require a respite Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertise Whether our Daughter were legitimate Respecting this our Marriage with the Dowager Sometimes our Brothers Wife This respite shooke The bosome of my Conscience enter'd me Yea with a spitting power and made to tremble The region of my Breast which forc'd such way That many maz'd considerings did throng And prest in with this Caution First me thought I stood not in the smile of Heauen who had Commanded Nature that my Ladies wombe If it conceiu'd a male-child by me should Doe no more Offices of life too 't then The Graue does to th' dead For her Male Issue Or di'de where they were made ot shortly after This world had ayr'd them Hence I tooke a thought This was a Iudgement on me that my Kingdome Well worthy the best Heyre o' th' World should not Be gladded in 't by me Then followes that I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes stood in By this my Issues faile and that gaue to me Many a groaning throw thus hulling in The wild Sea of my Conscience I did steere Toward this remedy whereupon we are Now present heere together that 's to say I meant to rectifie my Conscience which I then did feele full sicke and yet not well By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land And Doctors learn'd First I began in priuate With you my Lord of Lincolne you remember How vnder my oppression I did reeke When I first mou'd you B. Lin. Very well my Liedge Kin. I haue spoke long be pleas'd your selfe to say How farre you satisfide me Lin. So please your Highnes The question did at first so stagger me Bearing a State of mighty moment in 't And consequence of dread that I committed The daringst Counsaile which I had to doubt And did entreate your Highnes to this course Which you are running heere Kin. I then mou'd you My Lord of Canterbury and got your leaue To make this present Summons vnsolicited I left no Reuerend Person in this Court But by particular consent proceeded Vnder your hands and Seales therefore goe on For no dislike i' th' world against the person Of the good Queene but the sharpe thorny points Of my alleadged reasons driues this forward Proue but our Marriage lawfull by my Life And Kingly Dignity we are contented To weare our mortall State to come with her Katherine our Queene before the primest Creature That 's Parragon'd o' th' World Camp So please your Highnes The Queene being absent 't is a
processe of great Nature thence Free'd and enfranchis'd not a partie to The anger of the King nor guilty of If any be the trespasse of the Queene Gao I do beleeue it Paul Do not you feare vpon mine honor Iâ— Will stand betwixt you and danger Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Leontes Seruants Paulina Antigonus and Lords Leo. Nor night nor day no rest It is but weaknesse To beare the matter thus meere weaknesse if The cause were not in being part o' th' cause She th' Adultresse for the harlot-harlot-King Is quite beyond mine Arme out of the blanke And leuell of my braine plot-proofe but shee I can hooke to me say that she were gone Giuen to the fire a moity of my rest Might come to me againe Whose there Ser. My Lord. Leo. How do's the boy Ser. He tooke good rest to night 't is hop'd His sicknesse is discharg'd Leo. To see his Noblenesse Conceyuing the dishonour of his Mother He straight declin'd droop'd tooke it deeply Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on 't in himselfe Threw-off his Spirit his Appetite his Sleepe And down-right languish'd Leaue me solely goe See how he fares Fie fie no thought of him The very thought of my Reuenges that way Recoyle vpon me in himselfe too mightie And in his parties his Alliance Let him be Vntill a time may serue For present vengeance Take it on her Camillo and Polixenes Laugh at me make their pastime at my sorrow They should not laugh if I could reach them nor Shall she within my powre Enter Paulina Lord. You must not enter Paul Nay rather good my Lords be second to me Feare you his tyrannous passion more alas Then the Queenes life A gracious innocent soule More free then he is iealous Antig. That 's enough Ser. Madam he hath not slept to night commanded None should come at him Pau. Not so hot good Sir I come to bring him sleepe 'T is such as you That creepe like shadowes by him and do sighe At each his needlesse heauings such as you Nourish the cause of his awaking I Do come with words as medicinall as true Honest as either to purge him of that humor That presses him from sleepe Leo. Who noyse there hoe Pau. No noyse my Lord but needfull conference About some Gossips for your Highnesse Leo. How Away with that audacious Lady Antigonus I charg'd thee that she should not come about me I knew she would Ant. I told her so my Lord On your displeasures perill and on mine She should not visit you Leo. What canst not rule her Paul From all dishonestie he can in this Vnlesse he take the course that you haue done Commit me for committing honor trust it He shall not rule me Ant. La-you now you heare When she will take the raine I let her run But shee 'l not stumble Paul Good my Liege I come And I beseech you heare me who professes My selfe your loyall Seruant your Physitian Your most obedient Counsailor yet that dares Lesse appeare so in comforting your Euilles Then such as most seeme yours I say I come From your good Queene Leo. Good Queene Paul Good Queene my Lord good Queene I say good Queene And would by combate make her good so were I A man the worst about you Leo. Force her hence Pau. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes First hand me on mine owne accord I le off But first I le do my errand The good Queene For she is good hath brought you forth a daughter Heere 't is Commends it to your blessing Leo. Out A mankinde Witch Hence with her out o'dore A most intelligencing bawd Paul Not so I am as ignorant in that as you In so entit'ling me and no lesse honest Then you are mad which is enough I le warrant As this world goes to passe for honest Leo. Traitors Will you not push her out Giue her the Bastard Thou dotard thou art woman-tyr'd vnroosted By thy dame Partlet heere Take vp the Bastard Take 't vp I say giue 't to thy Croane Paul For euer Vnvenerable be thy hands if thou Tak'st vp the Princesse by that forced basenesse Which he ha's put vpon 't Leo. He dreads his Wife Paul So I would you did then 't were past all doubt Youl 'd call your children yours Leo. A nest of Traitors Ant. I am none by this good light Pau. Nor I nor any But one that 's heere and that 's himselfe for he The sacred Honor of himselfe his Queenes His hopefull Sonnes his Babes betrayes to Slander Whose sting is sharper then the Swords and will not For as the case now stands it is a Curse He cannot be compell'd too 't once remoue The Root of his Opinion which is rotten As euer Oake or Stone was sound Leo. A Callat Of boundlesse tongue who late hath beat her Husband And now bayts me This Brat is none of mine It is the Issue of Polixenes Hence with it and together with the Dam Commit them to the fire Paul It is yours And might we lâ—y th' old Prouerb to your charge So like you 't is the worse Behold my Lords Although the Print be little the whole Matter And Coppy of the Father Eye Nose Lippe The trick of 's Frowne his Fore-head nay the Valley The pretty dimples of his Chin and Cheeke his Smiles The very Mold and frame of Hand Nayle Finger And thou good Goddesse Nature which hast made it So like to him that got it if thou hast The ordering of the Mind too ' mongst all Colours No Yellow in 't least she suspect as he do's Her Children not her Husbands Leo. A grosse Hagge And Lozell thou art worthy to be hang'd That wilt not stay her Tongue Antig. Hang all the Husbands That cannot doe that Feat you 'le leaue your selfe Hardly one Subiect Leo. Once more take her hence Paul A most vnworthy and vnnaturall Lord Can doe no more Leo. I le hâ— ' thee burnt Paul I care not It is an Heretique that makes the fire Not she which burnes in 't I le not call you Tyrant But this most cruell vsage of your Queene Not able to produce more accusation Then your owne weake-hindg'd Fancy somthing sauors Of Tyrannie and will ignoble make you Yea scandalous to the World Leo. On your Allegeance Out of the Chamber with her Were I a Tyrant Where were her life she durst not call me so If she did know me one Away with her Paul I pray you doe not push me I le be gone Looke to your Babe my Lord 't is yours Ioue send her A better guiding Spirit What needs these hands You that are thus so tender o're his Follyes Will neuer doe him good not one of you So so Farewell we are gone Exit Leo. Thou Traytor hast set on thy Wife to this My Child away with 't euen thou that hast A heart so tender o're it take it hence And see it instantly consum'd with fire Euen thou and none but thou Take it vp
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
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
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
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
fayre the Tribune speakes To calme my thoughts Bassia Marcus Andronicus so I do affie In thy vprightnesse and Integrity And so I Loue and Honor thee and thine Thy Noble Brother Titus and his Sonnes And Her to whom my thoughts are humbled all Gracious Lauinia Romes rich Ornament That I will heere dismisse my louing Friends And to my Fortunes and the Peoples Fauour Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd Exit Souldiours Saturnine Friends that haue beene Thus forward in my Right I thanke you all and heere Dismisse you all And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey Commit my Selfe my Person and the Cause Rome be as iust and gracious vnto me As I am confident and kinde to thee Open the Gates and let me in Bassia Tribunes and me a poore Competitor Flourish They go vp into the Senat house Enter a Captaine Cap. Romanes make way the good Andronicus Patron of Vertue Romes best Champion Successefull in the Battailes that he fights With Honour and with Fortune is return'd From whence he circumscribed with his Sword And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome Sound Drummes and Trumpets And then enter two of Titus Sonnes After them two men bearing a Coffin couered with blacke then two other Sonnes After them Titus Andronicus and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrius with Aaron the Moore and others as many as can bee They set downe the Coffin and Titus speakes Andronicus Haile Rome Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes Loe as the Barke that hath discharg'd his fraught Returnes with precious lading to the Bay From whence at first she wegâ—h'd her Anchorage Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell bowes To resalute his Country with his teares Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome Thou great defender of this Capitoll Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend Romaines of fiue and twenty Valiant Sonnes Halfe of the number that King Priam had Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead These that Suruiue let Rome reward with Loue These that I bring vnto their latest home With buriall amongst their Auncestors Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my Sword Titus vnkinde and carelesse of thine owne Why suffer'st thou thy Sonnes vnburied yet To houer on the dreadfull shore of Stix Make way to lay them by their Bretheren They open the Tombe There greete in silence as the dead are wont And sleepe in peace slaine in your Countries warres O sacred receptacle of my ioyes Sweet Cell of vertue and Noblitie How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store That thou wilt neuer render to me more Luc. Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes That we may hew his limbes and on a pile Admanus fratrum sacrifice his flesh Before this earthly prison of their bones That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth Tit. I giue him you the Noblest that Suruiues The eldest Son of this distressed Queene Tam. Stay Romaine Bretheren gracious Conqueror Victorious Titus rue the teares I shed A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome To beautifie thy Triumphs and returne Captiue to thee and to thy Romaine yoake But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes For Valiant doings in their Countries cause O! If to fight for King and Common-weale Were piety in thine it is in these Andronicus staine not thy Tombe with blood Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods Draw neere them then in being mercifull Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge Thrice Noble Titus spare my first borne sonne Tit. Patient your selfe Madam and pardon me These are the Brethren whom you Gothes beheld Aliue and dead and for their Bretheren slaine Religiously they aske a sacrifice To this your sonne is markt and die he must T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone Luc. Away with him and make a fire straight And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood Let 's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd Exit Sonnes with Alarbus Tamo O cruell irreligious piety Chi. Was euer Scythia halfe so barbarous Dem. Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome Alarbus goes to rest and we suruiue To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes Then Madam stand resolu'd but hope withall The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes When Gothes were Gothes and Tamora was Queene To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe Luci. See Lord and Father how we haue perform'd Our Romaine rightes Alarbus limbs are lopt And intrals feede the sacrifising fire Whose smoke like in cense doth perfume the skie Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome Tit. Let it be so and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their soules Flourish Then Sound Trumpets and lay the Coffins in the Tombe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Romes readiest Champions repose you heere in rest Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps Heere lurks no Treason heere no enuie swels Heere grow no damned grudges heere are no stormes No noyse but silence and Eternall sleepe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Enter Lauinia Laui In peace and Honour liue Lord Titus long My Noble Lord and Father liue in Fame Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares I render for my Bretherens Obsequies And at thy feete I kneele with teares of ioy Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome O blesse me heere with thy victorious hand Whose Fortune Romes best Citizens applau'd Ti. Kind Rome That hast thus louingly reseru'd The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart Lauinia liue out-liue thy Fathers dayes And Fames eternall date for vertues praise Marc. Long liue Lord Titus my beloued brother Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome Tit. Thankes Gentle Tribune Noble brother Marcus Mar. And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed Titus Andronicus the people of Rome Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue And name thee in Election for the Empire With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes Be Candidatus then and put it on And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse What should I d'on this Robe and trouble you Be chosen with proclamations to day To morrow yeeld vp rule resigne my life And set abroad new businesse
Bene. I haue almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage and so I commit you Clau. To the tuition of God From my house if I had it Pedro. The sixt of Iuly Your louing friend Benedick Bene. Nay mocke not mocke not the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments and the guardes are but slightly basted on neither ere you flout old ends any further examine your conscience and so I leaue you Exit Clau. My Liege your Highnesse now may doe mee good Pedro. My loue is thine to teach teach it but how And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne Any hard Lesson that may do thee good Clau. Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord Pedro. No childe but Hero she 's his onely heire Dost thou affect her Claudio Clau. O my Lord When you went onward on this ended action I look'd vpon her with a souldiers eie That lik'd but had a rougher taske in hand Than to driue liking to the name of loue But now I am return'd and that warre-thoughts Haue left their places vacant in their roomes Come thronging soft and delicate desires All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres Pedro. Thou wilt be like a louer presently And tire the hearer with a booke of words If thou dost loue faire Hero cherish it And I will breake with her wast not to this end That thou beganst to twist so fine a story Clau. How sweetly doe you minister to loue That know loues griefe by his complexion But lest my liking might too sodaine seeme I would haue salu'd it with a longer treatise Ped. What need y e bridge much broder then the flood The fairest graunt is the necessitie Looke what will serue is fit 't is once thou louest And I will fit thee with the remedie I know we shall haue reuelling to night I will assume thy part in some disguise And tell faire Hero I am Claudio And in her bosome I le vnclaspe my heart And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong incounter of my amorous tale Then after to her father will I breake And the conclusion is shee shall be thine In practise let vs put it presently Exeunt Enter Leonato and an old man brother to Leonato Leo. How now brother where is my cosen your son hath he prouided this musicke Old He is very busie about it but brother I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of Lo. Are they good Old As the euents stamps them but they haue â— good couer they shew well outward the Prince and Count Claudio walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard were thus ouer-heard by a man of mine the Prince discouered to Claudio that hee loued my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance and if hee found her accordant hee meant to take the present time by the top and instantly breake with you of it Leo. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this Old A good sharpe fellow I will send for him and question him your selfe Leo. No no wee will hold it as a dreame till it appeare it selfe but I will acquaint my daughter withall that she may be the better prepared for an answer if peraduenture this bee true goe you and tell her of it coosins you know what you haue to doe O I crie you mercie friend goe you with mee and I will vse your skill good cosin haue a care this busie time Exeunt Enter Sir Iohn the Bastard and Conrade his companion Con. What the good yeere my Lord why are you thus out of measure sad Ioh. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds therefore the sadnesse is without limit Con. You should heare reason Iohn And when I haue heard it what blessing bringeth it Con. If not a present remedy yet a patient sufferance Ioh. I wonder that thou being as thou saist thou art borne vnder Saturne goest about to apply a morall medicine to a mortifying mischiefe I cannot hide what I am I must bee sad when I haue cause and smile at no mans iests eat when I haue stomacke and wait for no mans leisure sleepe when I am drowsie and tend on no mans businesse laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor Con. Yea but you must not make the ful show of this till you may doe it without controllment you haue of late stood out against your brother and hee hath tane you newly into his grace where it is impossible you should take root but by the faire weather that you make your selfe it is needful that you frame the season for your owne haruest Iohn I had rather be a canker in a hedge then a rose in his grace and it better fits my bloud to be disdain'd of all then to fashion a carriage to rob loue from any in this though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man it must not be denied but I am a plaine dealing villaine I am trusted with a mussell and enfranchisde with a clog therefore I haue decreed not to sing in my cage if I had my mouth I would bite if I had my liberty I would do my liking in the meane time let me be that I am and seeke not to alter me Con. Can you make no vse of your discontent Iohn I will make all vse of it for I vse it onely Who comes here what newes Borachio Enter Borachio Bor. I came yonder from a great supper the Prince your brother is royally entertained by Leonato and I can giue you intelligence of an intended marriage Iohn Will it serue for any Modell to build mischiefe on What is hee for a foole that betrothes himselfe to vnquietnesse Bor. Mary it is your brothers right hand Iohn Who the most exquisite Claudio Bor. Euen he Iohn A proper squier and who and who which way lookes he Bor. Mary on Hero the daughter and Heire of Leonato Iohn A very forward March-chicke how came you to this Bor. Being entertain'd for a perfumer as I was smoaking a musty roome comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in sad conference I whipt behind the Arras and there heard it agreed vpon that the Prince should wooe Hero for himselfe and hauing obtain'd her giue her to Count Claudio Iohn Come come let vs thither this may proue food to my displeasure that young start-vp hath all the glorie of my ouerthrow if I can crosse him any way I blesse my selfe euery way you are both sure and will assist mee Conr. To the death my Lord. Iohn Let vs to the great supper their cheere is the greater that I am subdued would the Cooke were of my minde shall we goe proue what 's to be done Bor. Wee 'll wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Leonato his brother his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his neece and a kinsman Leonato Was not Count Iohn here at supper Brother I saw him
to example ill Would from my forehead wipe a periur'd note For none offend where all alike doe dote Lon. Dumaine thy Loue is farre from charitie That in Loues griefe desir'st societie You may looke pale but I should blush I know To be ore-heard and taken napping so Kin. Come sir you blush as his your case is such You chide at him offending twice as much You doe not loue Maria Longauile Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart His louing bosome to keepe downe his heart I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush And markt you both and for you both did blush I heard your guilty Rimes obseru'd your fashion Saw sighes reeke from you noted well your passion Aye me sayes one O Ioue the other cries On her haires were Gold Christall the others eyes You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath What will Berowne say when that he shall heare Faith infringed which such zeale did sweare How will he scorne how will he spend his wit How will he triumph leape and laugh at it For all the wealth that euer I did see I would not haue him know so much by me Bero. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie Ah good my Liedge I pray thee pardon me Good heart What grace hast thou thus to reproue These wormes for louing that art most in loue Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares There is no certaine Princesse that appeares You 'll not be periur'd 't is a hatefull thing Tush none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting But are you not asham'd nay are you not All three of you to be thus much ore'shot You found his Moth the King your Moth did see But I a Beame doe finde in each of three O what a Scene of fool'ry haue I seene Of sighes of grones of sorrow and of teene O me with what strict patience haue I sat To see a King transformed to a Gnat To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge And profound Salomon tuning a Iygge And Nestor play at push-pin with the boyes And Critticke Tymon laugh at idle toyes Where lies thy griefe O tell me good Dumaine And gentle Longauill where lies thy paine And where my Liedges all about the brest A Candle hoa Kin. Too bitter is thy iest Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer-view Ber. Not you by me but I betrayed to you I that am honest I that hold it sinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in I am betrayed by keeping company With men like men of inconstancie When shall you see me write a thing in rime Or grone for Ioane or spend a minutes time In pruning mee when shall you heare that I will praise a hand a foot a face an eye a gate a state a brow a brest a waste a legge a limme Kin. Soft Whither a-way so fast A true man or a theefe that gallops so Ber. I post from Loue good Louer let me go Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne Iaqu God blesse the King Kin. What Present hast thou there Clo. Some certaine treason Kin. What makes treason heere Clo. Nay it makes nothing sir Kin. If it marre nothing neither The treason and you goe in peace away together Iaqu I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read Our person mis-doubts it it was treason he said Kin. Berowne read it ouer He reades the Letter Kin. Where hadst thou it Iaqu Of Costard King Where hadst thou it Cost Of Dun Adramadio Dun Adramadio Kin. How now what is in you why dost thou tear it Ber. A toy my Liedge a toy your grace needes not feare it Long. It did moue him to passion and therefore let 's heare it Dum. It is Berowns writing and heere is his name Ber. Ah you whoreson loggerhead you were borne to doe me shame Guilty my Lord guilty I confesse I confesse Kin. What Ber. That you three fooles lackt mee foole to make vp the messe He he and you and you my Liedge and I Are picke-purses in Loue and we deserue to die O dismisse this audience and I shall tell you more Dum. Now the number is euen Berow True true we are fowre will these Turtles be gone Kin. Hence sirs away Clo. Walk aside the true folke let the traytors stay Ber. Sweet Lords sweet Louers O let vs imbrace As true we are as flesh and bloud can be The Sea will ebbe and flow heauen will shew his face Young bloud doth not obey an old decree We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne King What did these rent lines shew some loue of thine Ber. Did they quoth you Who sees the heauenly Rosaline That like a rude and sauage man of Inde At the first opening of the gorgeous East Bowes not his vassall head and strooken blinde Kisses the base ground with obedient breast What peremptory Eagle-sighted eye Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow That is not blinded by her maiestie Kin. What zeale what furie hath inspir'd thee now My Loue her Mistres is a gracious Moone Shee an attending Starre scarce seene a light Ber. My eyes are then no eyes nor I Berowne O but for my Loue day would turne to night Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity Where nothing wants that want it selfe doth seeke Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fie painted Rethoricke O she needs it not To things of sale a sellers praise belongs She passes prayse then prayse too short doth blot A withered Hermite fiuescore winters worne Might shake off fiftie looking in her eye Beauty doth varnish Age as if new borne And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie O 't is the Sunne that maketh all things shine King By heauen thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie Berow Is Ebonie like her O word diuine A wife of such wood were felicitie O who can giue an oth Where is a booke That I may sweare Beauty doth beauty lacke If that she learne not of her eye to looke No face is faire that is not full so blacke Kin. O paradoxe Blacke is the badge of hell The hue of dungeons and the Schoole of night And beauties crest becomes the heauens well Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt It mournes that painting vsurping haire Should rauish doters with a false aspect And therfore is she borne to make blacke faire Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes For natiue bloud is counted painting now And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise Paints it selfe blacke to imitate her brow Dum. To look like her are Chimny-sweepers blacke Lon. And since her time are Colliers counted bright King And Aethiops of their sweet complexion crake Dum. Dark needs no Candles now for dark is light Ber. Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine For feare their colours should
haue some goodly Iest in hand She will not come she bids you come to her Petr. Worse and worse she will not come Oh vilde intollerable not to be indur'd Sirra Grumio goe to your Mistris Say I command her come to me Exit Hor. I know her answere Pet. What Hor. She will not Petr. The fouler fortune mine and there an end Enter Katerina Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina Kat. What is your will sir that you send for me Petr. Where is your sister and Hortensios wife Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire Petr. Goe fetch them hither if they denie to come Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands Away I say and bring them hither straight Luc. Here is a wonder if you talke of a wonder Hor. And so it is I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads and loue and quiet life An awfull rule and right supremicie And to be short what not that 's sweete and happie Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio The wager thou hast won and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes Another dowrie to another daughter For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin Petr. Nay I will win my wager better yet And show more signe of her obedience Her new built vertue and obedience Enter Kate Bianca and Widdow See where she comes and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion Katerine that Cap of yours becomes you not Off with that bable throw it vnderfoote Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a sillie passe Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands Wid. Come come your mocking we will haue no telling Pet. Come on I say and first begin with her Wid. She shall not Pet. I say she shall and first begin with her Kate. Fie fie vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow And dart not scornefull glances from those eies To wound thy Lord thy King thy Gouernour It blots thy beautie as frosts doe bite the Meads Confounds thy fame as whirlewinds shake faire budds And in no sence is meete or amiable A woman mou'd is like a fountaine troubled Muddie ill seeming thicke hereft of beautie And while it is so none so dry or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy Lord thy life thy keeper Thy head thy soueraigne One that cares for thee And for thy maintenance Commits his body To painfull labour both by sea and land To watch the night in stormes the day in cold Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home secure and safe And craues no other tribute at thy hands But loue faire lookes and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince Euen such a woman oweth to her husband And when she is froward peeuish sullen sowre And not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foule contending Rebell And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer warre where they should kneele for peace Or seeke for rule supremacie and sway When they are bound to serue loue and obay Why are our bodies soft and weake and smooth Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our harts Should well agree with our externall parts Come come you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours My heart as great my reason haplie more To bandie word for word and frowne for frowne But now I see our Launces are but strawes Our strength as weake our weakenesse past compare That seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then vale your stomackes for it is no boote And place your hands below your husbands foote In token of which dutie if he please My hand is readie may it do him ease Pet. Why there 's a wench Come on and kisse mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha 't Vin. T is a good hearing when children are toward Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward Pet. Come Kate weee'le to bed We three are married but you two are sped 'T was I wonne the wager though you hit the white And being a winner God giue you good night Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow Luc. T is a wonder by your leaue she wil be tam'd so FINIS ALL' 's Well that Ends Well Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion his Mother and Helena Lord Lafew all in blacke Mother IN deliuering my sonne from me I burie a second husband Ros And I in going Madam weep ore my fathers death anew but I must attend his maiesties command to whom I am now in Ward euermore in subiection Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame you sir a father He that so generally is at all times good must of necessitie hold his vertue to you whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance Mo. What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope and finds no other aduantage in the processe but onely the loosing of hope by time Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father O that had how sad a passage t is whose skill was almost as great as his honestie had it stretch'd so far would haue made nature immortall and death should haue play for lacke of worke Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam Mo. He was famous sir in his profession and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie Ros What is it my good Lord the King languishes of Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros I heard not of it before Laf. I would it were not notorious Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon Mo. His sole childe my Lord and bequeathed to my ouer looking I haue those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits which makes faire gifts fairer for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities there commendations go with pitty they are vertues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simplenesse she deriues her honestie and atcheeues her goodnesse Lafew Your
which I am a wearie of he that ere 's my Land spares my teame and giues mee leaue to Inne the crop if I be his cuckold hee 's my drudge he that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood hee that cherishes my flesh and blood loues my flesh and blood he that loues my flesh and blood is my friend ergo he that kisses my wife is my friend if men could be contented to be what they are there were no feare in marriage for yong Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the Papist how somere their hearts are seuer'd in Religion their heads are both one they may ioule horns together like any Deare i' th Herd Cou. Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious knaue Clo. A Prophet I Madam and I speake the truth the next waie for I the Ballad will repeate which men full true shall finde your marriage comes by destinie your Cuckow sings by kinde Cou. Get you gone sir I le talke with you more anon Stew. May it please you Madam that hee bid Hellen come to you of her I am to speake Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with her Hellen I meane Clo. Was this faire face the cause quoth she Why the Grecians sacked Troy Fond done done fond was this King Priams ioy With that she sighed as she stood bis And gaue this sentence then among nine bad if one be good among nine bad if one be good there 's yet one good in ten Cou. What one good in tenne you corrupt the song sirra Clo. One good woman in ten Madam which is a purifying ath ' song would God would serue the world so all the yeere weed finde no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parson one in ten quoth a and wee might haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre or at an earthquake 't would mend the Lotterie well a man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one Cou. You le begone sir knaue and doe as I command you Clo. That man should be at womans command and yet no hurt done though honestie be no Puritan yet it will doe no hurt it will weare the Surplis of humilitie ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart I am going forsooth the businesse is for Helen to come hither Exit Cou. Well now Stew. I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman intirely Cou. Faith I doe her Father bequeath'd her to mee and she her selfe without other aduantage may lawfullie make title to as much loue as shee findes there is more owing her then is paid and more shall be paid her then shee le demand Stew. Madam I was verie late more neere her then I thinke shee wisht mee alone shee was and did communicate to her selfe her owne words to her owne eares shee thought I dare vowe for her they toucht not anie stranger sence her matter was shee loued your Sonne Fortune shee said was no goddesse that had put such difference betwixt their two estates Loue no god that would not extend his might onelie where qualities were leuell Queene of Virgins that would suffer her poore Knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault or ransome afterward This shee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in which I held my dutie speedily to acquaint you withall sithence in the losse that may happen it concernes you something to know it Cou. You haue discharg'd this honestlie keepe it to your selfe manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this before which hung so tottring in the ballance that I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt praie you leaue mee stall this in your bosome and I thanke you for your honest care I will speake with you further anon Exit Steward Enter Hellen. Old Cou. Euen so it vvas vvith me when I was yong If euer vve are natures these are ours this thorne Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong Our bloud to vs this to our blood is borne It is the show and seale of natures truth Where loues strong passion is imprest in youth By our remembrances of daies forgon Such were our faults or then we thought them none Her eie is sicke on 't I obserue her now Hell What is your pleasure Madam Ol. Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you Hell Mine honorable Mistris Ol. Cou. Nay a mother why not a mother when I sed a mother Me thought you saw a serpent what 's in mother That you start at it I say I am your mother And put you in the Catalogue of those That were enwombed mine 't is often seene Adoption striues vvith nature and choise breedes A natiue slip to vs from forraine seedes You nere opprest me with a mothers groane Yet I expresse to you a mothers care Gods mercie maiden dos it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother vvhat 's the matter That this distempered messenger of wet The manie colour'd Iris rounds thine eye Why that you are my daughter Hell That I am not Old Cou. I say I am your Mother Hell Pardon Madam The Count Rosillion cannot be my brother I am from humble he from honored name No note vpon my Parents his all noble My Master my deere Lord he is and I His seruant liue and will his vassall die He must not be my brother Ol. Cou. Nor I your Mother Hell You are my mother Madam would you were So that my Lord your sonne were not my brother Indeede my mother or were you both our mothers I care no more for then I doe for heauen So I were not his sister cant no other But I your daughter he must be my brother Old Cou. Yes Hellen you might be my daughter in law God shield you meane it not daughter and mother So striue vpon your pulse vvhat pale agen My feare hath catcht your fondnesse now I see The mistrie of your louelinesse and finde Your salt teares head now to all sence 't is grosse You loue my sonne inuention is asham'd Against the proclamation of thy passion To say thou doost not therefore tell me true But tell me then 't is so for looke thy cheekes Confesse it ' ton tooth to th' other and thine eies See it so grosely showne in thy behauiours That in their kinde they speake it onely sinne And hellish obstinacie tye thy tongue That truth should be suspected speake i st so If it be so you haue wound a goodly clewe If it be not forsweare't how ere I charge thee As heauen shall worke in me for thine auaile To tell me truelie Hell Good Madam pardon me Cou. Do you loue my Sonne Hell Your pardon noble Mistris Cou. Loue you my Sonne Hell Doe not you loue him Madam Cou. Goe not about my loue hath in 't a bond Whereof the world takes note Come come disclose The state of your affection for your passions Haue to the full appeach'd Hell Then I confesse Here on my knee before high heauen and you
my faith and honour If seriously I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance I haue spoke With one that in her sexe her yeeres profession Wisedome and constancy hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakenesse will you see her For that is her demand and know her businesse That done laugh well at me King Now good Lafew Bring in the admiration that we with thee May spend our wonder too or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it Laf. Nay I le fit you And not be all day neither King Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues Laf. Nay come your waies Enter Hellen. King This haste hath wings indeed Laf. Nay come your waies This is his Maiestie say your minde to him A Traitor you doe looke like but such traitors His Maiesty seldome feares I am Cresseds Vncle That dare leaue two together far you well Exit King Now faire one do's your busines follow vs Hel. I my good Lord Gerard de Narbon was my father In what he did professe well found King I knew him Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him Knowing him is enough on 's bed of death Many receits he gaue me chieflie one Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his olde experience th' onlie darling He bad me store vp as a triple eye Safer then mine owne two more deare I haue so And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift stands cheefe in power I come to tender it and my appliance With all bound humblenesse King We thanke you maiden But may not be so credulous of cure When our most learned Doctors leaue vs and The congregated Colledge haue concluded That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature From her inaydible estate I say we must not So staine our iudgement or corrupt our hope To prostitute our past-cure malladie To empericks or to disseuer so Our great selfe and our credit to esteeme A sencelesse helpe when helpe past sence we deeme Hell My dutie then shall pay me for my paines I will no more enforce mine office on you Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts A modest one to beare me backe againe King I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull Thou thoughtst to helpe me and such thankes I giue As one neere death to those that wish him liue But what at full I know thou knowst no part I knowing all my perill thou no Art Hell What I can doe can doe no hurt to try Since you set vp your rest ' gainst remedie He that of greatest workes is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister So holy Writ in babes hath iudgement showne When Iudges haue bin babes great flouds haue flowne From simple sources and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied Oft expectation failes and most oft there Where most it promises and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despaire most shifts King I must not heare thee fare thee wel kind maide Thy paines not vs'd must by thy selfe be paid Proffers not tooke reape thanks for their reward Hel. Inspired Merit so by breath is bard It is not so with him that all things knowes As 't is with vs that square our guesse by showes But most it is presumption in vs when The help of heauen we count the act of men Deare sir to my endeauors giue consent Of heauen not me make an experiment I am not an Impostrue that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime But know I thinke and thinke I know most sure My Art is not past power nor you past cure King Art thou so confident Within what space Hop'st thou my cure Hel. The greatest grace lending grace Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes how they passe What is infirme from your sound parts shall flie Health shall liue free and sickenesse freely dye King Vpon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venter Hell Taxe of impudence A strumpets boldnesse a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads my maidens name Seard otherwise ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture let my life be ended Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerfull sound within an organ weake And what impossibility would slay In common sence sence saues another way Thy life is deere for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate Youth beauty wisedome courage all That happines and prime can happy call Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate Sweet practiser thy Physicke I will try That ministers thine owne death if I die Hel. If I breake time or flinch in property Of what I spoke vnpittied let me die And well deseru'd not helping death 's my see But if I helpe what doe you promise me Kin. Make thy demand Hel. But will you make it euen Kin. I by my Scepter and my hopes of helpe Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state But such a one thy vassall whom I know Is free for me to aske thee to bestow Kin. Heere is my hand the premises obseru'd Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd So make the choice of thy owne time for I Thy resolv'd Patient on thee still relye More should I question thee and more I must Though more to know could not be more to trust From whence thou can'st how tended on but rest Vnquestion'd welcome and vndoubted blest Giue me some helpe heere hoa if thou proceed As high as word my deed shall match thy deed Florish Exit Enter Countesse and Clowne Lady Come on sir I shall now put you to the height of your breeding Clown I will shew my selfe highly fed and lowly taught I know my businesse is but to the Court. Lady To the Court why what place make you speciall when you put off that with such contempt but to the Court Clo. Truly Madam if God haue lent a man any manners hee may easilie put it off at Court hee that cannot make a legge put off's cap kisse his hand and say nothing has neither legge hands lippe nor cap and indeed such a fellow to say precisely were not for the Court But for me I haue an answere will serue all men Lady Marry that 's a bountifull answere that fits all questions Clo. It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes the pin buttocke the quatch-buttocke the brawn buttocke or any buttocke Lady Will your answere serue fit to all questions Clo. As fit as
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
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne Subiects now Whose State and Honor I for aye allow Enter Aumerle Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle Yor. Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards Friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in Parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new-made King Dut. Welcome my sonne who are the Violets now That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring Aum. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as liefe be none as one Yorke Well beare you well in this new-spring of time Least you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford Hold those Iusts Triumphs Aum. For ought I know my Lord they do Yorke You will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom Yea look'st thou pale Let me see the Writing Aum. My Lord 't is nothing Yorke No matter then who sees it I will be satisfied let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Dut. What should you feare 'T is nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparrell against the Triumph Yorke Bound to himselfe What doth he with a Bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yor. I will be satisfied let me see it I say Snatches it Treason foule Treason Villaine Traitor Slaue Dut. What 's the matter my Lord Yorke Hoa who 's within there Saddle my horse Heauen for his mercy what treachery is heere Dut. Why what is' t my Lord Yorke Giue me my boots I say Saddle my horse Now by my Honor my life my troth I will appeach the Villaine Dut. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish Woman Dut. I will not peace What is the matter Sonne Aum. Good Mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answer Dut. Thy life answer Enter Seruant with Boots Yor. Bring me my Boots I will vnto the King Dut. Strike him Aumerle Poore boy y u art amaz'd Hence Villaine neuer more come in my sight Yor. Giue me my Boots I say Dut. Why Yorke what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne Haue we more Sonnes Or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age And rob me of a happy Mothers name Is he not like thee Is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set downe their hands To kill the King at Oxford Dut. He shall be none Wee 'l keepe him heere then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were hee twenty times my Son I would appeach him Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done Thou wouldest be more pittifull But now I know thy minde thou do'st suspect That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed And that he is a Bastard not thy Sonne Sweet Yorke sweet husband be not of that minde He is as like thee as a man may bee Not like to me nor any of my Kin And yet I loue him Yorke Make way vnruly Woman Exit Dut. After Aumerle Mount thee vpon his horse Spurre post and get before him to the King And begge thy pardon ere he do accuse thee I le not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke And neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee Away be gone Exit Scoena Tertia Enter Bullingbrooke Percie and other Lords Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne 'T is full three monthes since I did see him last If any plague hang ouer vs 't is he I would to heauen my Lords he might be found Enquire at London ' mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he dayly doth frequent With vnrestrained loose Companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow Lanes And rob our Watch and beate our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate Boy Takes on the point of Honor to support So dissolute a crew Per. My Lord some two dayes since I saw the Prince And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford Bul. And what said the Gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the Stewes And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger Bul. As dissolute as desp'rate yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder dayes May happily bring forth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle Aum. Where is the King Bul. What meanes our Cosin that hee stares And lookes so wildely Aum. God saue your Grace I do beseech your Maiesty To haue some conference with your Grace alone Bul. Withdraw your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our Cosin now Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth Vnlesse a Pardon ere I rise or speake Bul. Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it bee To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that I may turne the key That no man enter till my tale me done Bul. Haue thy desire Yorke within Yor. My Liege beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there Bul. Villaine I le make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare Yorke Open the doore secure foole-hardy King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the doore or I will breake it open Enter Yorke Bul. What is the matter Vnkle speak recouer breath Tell vs how neere is danger That we may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writing heere and thou shalt know The reason that my haste forbids me show Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was villaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the Traitors bosome King Feare and not Loue begets his penitence Forget to pitty him least thy pitty proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the heart Bul. Oh heinous strong and bold Conspiracie O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and siluer fountaine From whence this streame through muddy passages Hath had his current and defil'd himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yorke So shall
or in the present Time That you should haue an ynch of any ground To build a Griefe on were you not restor'd To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories Your Noble and right well-remembred Fathers Mow. What thing in Honor had my Father lost That need to be reuiu'd and breath'd in me The King that lou'd him as the State stood then Was forc'd perforce compell'd to banish him And then that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee Being mounted and both rowsed in their Seates Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre Their armed Staues in charge their Beauers downe Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of Steele And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together Then then when there was nothing could haue stay'd My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke O when the King did throw his Warder downe His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw Then threw hee downe himselfe and all their Liues That by Indictment and by dint of Sword Haue since mis-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke West You speak Lord Mowbray now you know not what The Earle of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant Gentleman Who knowes on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd But if your Father had beene Victor there Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry For all the Countrey in a generall voyce Cry'd hate vpon him and all their prayers and loue Were set on Herford whom they doted on And bless'd and grac'd and did more then the King But this is meere digression from my purpose Here come I from our Princely Generall To know your Griefes to tell you from his Grace That hee will giue you Audience and wherein It shall appeare that your demands are iust You shall enioy them euery thing set off That might so much as thinke you Enemies Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer And it proceedes from Pollicy not Loue. West Mowbray you ouer-weene to take it so This Offer comes from Mercy not from Feare For loe within a Ken our Army lyes Vpon mine Honor all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes Our Armor all as strong our Cause the best Then Reason will our hearts should be as good Say you not then our Offer is compell'd Mow. Well by my will wee shall admit no Parley West That argues but the shame of your offence A rotten Case abides no handling Hast Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission In very ample vertue of his Father To heare and absolutely to determine Of what Conditions wee shall stand vpon West That is intended in the Generals Name I muse you make so slight a Question Bish Then take my Lord of Westmerland this Schedule For this containes our generall Grieuances Each seuerall Article herein redress'd All members of our Cause both here and hence That are insinewed to this Action Acquitted by a true substantiall forme And present execution of our wills To vs and to our purposes confin'd Wee come within our awfull Banks againe And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace West This will I shew the Generall Please you Lords In sight of both our Battailes wee may meete At either end in peace which Heauen so frame Or to the place of difference call the Swords Which must decide it Bish My Lord wee will doe so Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me That no Conditions of our Peace can stand Hast. Feare you not that if wee can make our Peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our Conditions shall consist vpon Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines Mow. I but our valuation shall be such That euery slight and false-deriued Cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton Reason Shall to the King taste of this Action That were our Royall faiths Martyrs in Loue Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe And good from bad finde no partition Bish No no my Lord note this the King is wearie Of daintie and such picking Grieuances For hee hath found to end one doubt by Death Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie That may repeat and Historie his losse To new remembrance For full well hee knowes Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land As his mis-doubts present occasion His foes are so en-rooted with his friends That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie Hee doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this Land like an offensiue wife That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes As he is striking holds his Infant vp And hangs resolu'd Correction in the Arme That was vprear'd to execution Hast Besides the King hath wasted all his Rods On late Offenders that he now doth lacke The very Instruments of Chasticement So that his power like to a Fanglesse Lion May offer but not hold Bish 'T is very true And therefore be assur'd my good Lord Marshal If we do now make our attonement well Our Peace will like a broken Limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The Prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his Grace iust distance 'tweene our Armies Mow. Your Grace of Yorke in heauen's name then forward Bish Before and greet his Grace my Lord we come Enter Prince Iohn Iohn You are wel encountred here my cosin Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shew'd with you When that your Flocke assembled by the Bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy Text Then now to see you heere an Iron man Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme Turning the Word to Sword and Life to death That man that sits within a Monarches heart And ripens in the Sunne-shine of his fauor Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King Alack what Mischiefes might hee set abroach In shadow of such Greatnesse With you Lord Bishop It is euen so Who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen To vs the Speaker in his Parliament To vs th' imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe The very Opener and Intelligencer Betweene the Grace the Sanctities of Heauen And our dull workings O who shall beleeue But you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place Employ the Countenance and Grace of Heauen As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name In deedes dis-honorable You haue taken vp Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen The Subiects of Heauens Substitute my Father And both against the Peace of Heauen and him Haue here vp-swarmed them Bish Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your Fathers Peace But as I told my Lord of Westmerland The Time mis-order'd doth in common sence
large and ample Emperie Ore France and all her almost Kingly Dukedomes Or lay these bones in an vnworthy Vrne Tomblesse with no remembrance ouer them Either our History shall with full mouth Speake freely of our Acts or else our graue Like Turkish mute shall haue a tonguelesse mouth Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph Enter Ambassadors of France Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our faire Cosin Dolphin for we heare Your greeting is from him not from the King Amb. May 't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge Or shall we sparingly shew you farre off The Dolphins meaning and our Embassie King We are no Tyrant but a Christian King Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect As is our wretches fettred in our prisons Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnesse Tell vs the Dolphins minde Amb. Thus than in few Your Highnesse lately sending into France Did claime some certaine Dukedomes in the right Of your great Predecessor King Edward the third In answer of which claime the Prince our Master Sayes that you sauour too much of your youth And bids you be aduis'd There 's nought in France That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there He therefore sends you meeter for your spirit This Tun of Treasure and in lieu of this Desires you let the dukedomes that you claime Heare no more of you This the Dolphin speakes King What Treasure Vncle Exe. Tennis balles my Liege Kin We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs His Present and your paines we thanke you for When we haue matcht our Rackets to these Balles We will in France by Gods grace play a set Shall strike his fathers Crowne into the hazard Tell him he hath made a match with such a Wrangler That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd With Chaces And we vnderstand him well How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes Not measuring what vse we made of them We neuer valew'd this poore seate of England And therefore liuing hence did giue our selfe To barbarous license As 't is euer common That men are merriest when they are from home But tell the Dolphin I will keepe my State Be like a King and shew my sayle of Greatnesse When I do rowse me in my Throne of France For that I haue layd by my Maiestie And plodded like a man for working dayes But I will rise there with so full a glorie That I will dazle all the eyes of France Yea strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs And tell the pleasant Prince this Mocke of his Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-stones and his soule Shall stand sore charged for the wastefull vengeance That shall flye with them for many a thousand widows Shall this his Mocke mocke out of their deer husbands Mocke mothers from their sonnes mock Castles downe And some are yet vngotten and vnborne That shal haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne But this lyes all within the wil of God To whom I do appeale and in whose name Tel you the Dolphin I am comming on To venge me as I may and to put forth My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause So get you hence in peace And tell the Dolphin His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it Conuey them with safe conduct Fare you well Exeunt Ambassadors Exe. This was a merry Message King We hope to make the Sender blush at it Therefore my Lords omit no happy howre That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition For we haue now no thought in vs but France Saue those to God that runne before our businesse Therefore let our proportions for these Warres Be soone collected and all things thought vpon That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde More Feathers to our Wings for God before Wee 'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore Therefore let euery man now taske his thought That this faire Action may on foot be brought Exeunt Flourish Enter Chorus Now all the Youth of England are on fire And silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes Now thriue the Armorers and Honors thought Reignes solely in the breast of euery man They sell the Pasture now to buy the Horse Following the Mirror of all Christian Kings With winged heeles as English Mercuries For now sits Expectation in the Ayre And hides a Sword from Hilts vnto the Point With Crownes Imperiall Crownes and Coronets Promis'd to Harry and his followers The French aduis'd by good intelligence Of this most dreadfull preparation Shake in their feare and with pale Pollicy Seeke to diuert the English purposes O England Modell to thy inward Greatnesse Like little Body with a mightie Heart What mightst thou do that honour would thee do Were all thy children kinde and naturall But see thy fault France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosomes which he filles With treacherous Crownes and three corrupted men One Richard Earle of Cambridge and the second Henry Lord Scroope of Masham and the third Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Haue for the Gilt of France O guilt indeed Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearefull France And by their hands this grace of Kings must dye If Hell and Treason hold their promises Ere he take ship for France and in Southampton Linger your patience on and wee 'l digest Th' abuse of distance force a play The summe is payde the Traitors are agreed The King is set from London and the Scene Is now transported Gentles to Southampton There is the Play-house now there must you sit And thence to France shall we conuey you safe And bring you backe Charming the narrow seas To giue you gentle Passe for if we may Wee 'l not offend one stomacke with our Play But till the King come forth and not till then Vnto Southampton do we shift our Scene Exit Enter Corporall Nym and Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. Well met Corporall Nym. Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. What are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet Nym. For my part I care not I say little but when time shall serue there shall be smiles but that shall be as it may I dare not fight but I will winke and holde out mine yron it is a simple one but what though It will toste Cheese and it will endure cold as another mans sword will and there 's an end Bar. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes and wee 'l bee all three sworne brothers to France Let 't be so good Corporall Nym. Nym. Faith I will liue so long as I may that 's the certaine of it and when I cannot liue any longer I will doe as I may That is my rest that is the rendeuous of it Bar. It is certaine Corporall that he is marryed to Nell Quickly and certainly she did you wrong for you were troth-plight to her Nym. I cannot tell Things must be as they may men may
sleepe and they may haue their throats about them at that time and some say kniues haue edges It must be as it may though patience be a tyred name yet shee will plodde there must be Conclusions well I cannot tell Enter Pistoll Quickly Bar. Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife good Corporall be patient heere How now mine Hoaste Pistoll Pist Base Tyke cal'st thou mee Hoste now by this hand I sweare I scorne the terme nor shall my Nel keep Lodgers Host No by my troth not long For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue honestly by the pricke of their Needles but it will bee thought we keepe a Bawdy-house straight O welliday Lady if he be not hewne now we shall see wilful adultery and murther committed Bar. Good Lieutenant good Corporal offer nothing heere Nym. Pish Pist Pish for thee Island dogge thou prickeard cur of Island Host Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor and put vp your sword Nym. Will you shogge off I would haue you solus Pist Solus egregious dog O Viper vile The solus in thy most meruailous face the solus in thy teeth and in thy throate and in thy hatefull Lungs yea in thy Maw perdy and which is worse within thy nastie mouth I do retort the solus in thy bowels for I can take and Pistols cocke is vp and flashing fire will follow Nym. I am not Barbason you cannot coniure mee I haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well If you grow fowle with me Pistoll I will scoure you with my Rapier as I may in fayre tearmes If you would walke off I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes as I may and that 's the humor of it Pist O Braggard vile and damned furious wight The Graue doth gape and doting death is neere Therefore exhale Bar. Heare me heare me what I say Hee that strikes the first stroake I le run him vp to the hilts as I am a soldier Pist An oath of mickle might and fury shall abate Giue me thy fist thy fore-foote to me giue Thy spirites are most tall Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire termes that is the humor of it Pistoll Couple a gorge that is the word I defie thee againe O hound of Creet think'st thou my spouse to get No to the spittle goe and from the Poudring tub of infamy fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde Doll Teare-sheete she by name and her espouse I haue and I will hold the Quondam Quickely for the onely shee and Pauca there 's enough to go to Enter the Boy Boy Mine Hoast Pistoll you must come to my Mayster and your Hostesse He is very sicke would to bed Good Bardolfe put thy face betweene his sheets and do the Office of a Warming-pan Faith he 's very ill Bard. Away you Rogue Host By my troth he 'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one of these dayes the King has kild his heart Good Husband come home presently Exit Bar. Come shall I make you two friends Wee must to France together why the diuel should we keep kniues to cut one anothers throats Pist Let stoods ore-swell and fiends for food howle on Nym. You 'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you at Betting Pist Base is the Slaue that payes Nym. That now I wil haue that 's the humor of it Pist As manhood shal compound push home Draw Bard. By this sword hee that makes the first thrust I le kill him By this sword I wil. Pi. Sword is an Oath Oaths must haue their course Bar. Coporall Nym thou wilt be friends be frends and thou wilt not why then be enemies with me to prethee put vp Pist A Noble shalt thou haue and present pay and Liquor likewise will I giue to thee and friendshippe shall combyne and brotherhood I le liue by Nymme Nymme shall liue by me is not this iust For I shal Surler be vnto the Campe and profits will accrue Giue mee thy hand Nym I shall haue my Noble Pist In cash most iustly payd Nym. Well then that the humor of 't Enter Hostesse Host As euer you come of women come in quickly to sir Iohn A poore heart hee is so shak'd of a burning quotidian Tertian that it is most lamentable to behold Sweet men come to him Nym. The King hath run bad humors on the Knight that 's the euen of it Pist Nym thou hast spoke the right his heart is fracted and corroborate Nym. The King is a good King but it must bee as it may he passes some humors and carreeres Pist Let vs condole the Knight for Lambekins we will liue Enter Exeter Bedford Westmerland Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by West How smooth and euen they do bear themselues As if allegeance in their bosomes sate Crowned with faith and constant loyalty Bed The King hath note of all that they intend By interception which they dreame not of Exe. Nay but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours That he should for a forraigne purse so sell His Soueraignes life to death and treachery Sound Trumpets Enter the King Scroope Cambridge and Gray King Now sits the winde fane and we will aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my kinde Lord of Masham And you my gentle Knight giue me your thoughts Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs Will cut their passage through the force of France Doing the execution and the acte For which we haue in head assembled them Scro. No doubt my Liege if each man do his best King I doubt not that since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from hence That growes not in a faire consent with ours Nor leaue not one behinde that doth not wish Successe and Conquest to attend on vs. Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd Then is your Maiesty there 's not I thinke a subiect That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment Kni. True those that were your Fathers enemies Haue steep'd their gauls in hony and do serue you With hearts create of duty and of zeale King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then quittance of desert and merit According to the weight and worthinesse Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incestant seruices King We Iudge no lesse Vnkle of Exeter Inlarge the man committed yesterday That â—ayl'd against our person We consider It was excesse of Wine that set him on And on his more aduice We pardon him Scro. That 's mercy but too much security Let him be punish'd Soueraigne least example Breed by his sufferance more of such a kind King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
be otherwise Gower Why the Enemie is lowd you heare him all Night Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe is it meet thinke you that wee should also looke you be an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe in your owne conscience now Gow I will speake lower Flu. I pray you and beseech you that you will Exit King Though it appeare a little out of fashion There is much care and valour in this Welchman Enter three Souldiers Iohn Bates Alexander Court and Michael Williams Court Brother Iohn Bates is not that the Morning which breakes yonder Bates I thinke it be but wee haue no great cause to desire the approach of day Williams Wee see yonder the beginning of the day but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it Who goes there King A Friend Williams Vnder what Captaine serue you King Vnder Sir Iohn Erpingham Williams A good old Commander and a most kinde Gentleman I pray you what thinkes he of our estate King Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand that looke to be washt off the next Tyde Bates He hath not told his thought to the King King No nor it is not meet he should for though I speake it to you I thinke the King is but a man as I am the Violet smells to him as it doth to me the Element shewes to him as it doth to me all his Sences haue but humane Conditions his Ceremonies layd by in his Nakednesse he appeares but a man and though his affections are higher mounted then ours yet when they stoupe they stoupe with the like wing therefore when he sees reason of feares as we doe his feares out of doubt be of the same rellish as ours are yet in reason no man should possesse him with any appearance of feare least hee by shewing it should dis-hearten his Army Bates He may shew what outward courage he will but I beleeue as cold a Night as 't is hee could wish himselfe in Thames vp to the Neck and so I would he were and I by him at all aduentures so we were quit here King By my troth I will speake my conscience of the King I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where but where hee is Bates Then I would he were here alone so should he be sure to be ransomed and a many poore mens liues saued King I dare say you loue him not so ill to wish him here alone howsoeuer you speake this to feele other mens minds me thinks I could not dye any where so contented as in the Kings company his Cause being iust and his Quarrell honorable Williams That 's more then we know Bates I or more then wee should seeke after for wee know enough if wee know wee are the Kings Subiects if his Cause be wrong our obedience to the King wipes the Cryme of it out of vs. Williams But if the Cause be not good the King himselfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make when all those Legges and Armes and Heads chopt off in a Battaile shall ioyne together at the latter day and cry all Wee dyed at such a place some swearing some crying for a Surgean some vpon their Wiues left poore behind them some vpon the Debts they owe some vpon their Children rawly left I am afear'd there are few dye well that dye in a Battaile for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when Blood is their argument Now if these men doe not dye well it will be a black matter for the King that led them to it who to disobey were against all proportion of subiection King So if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about Merchandize doe sinfully miscarry vpon the Sea the imputation of his wickednesse by your rule should be imposed vpon his Father that sent him or if a Seruant vnder his Masters command transporting a summe of Money be assayled by Robbers and dye in many irreconcil'd Iniquities you may call the businesse of the Master the author of the Seruants damnation but this is not so The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his Souldiers the Father of his Sonne nor the Master of his Seruant for they purpose not their death when they purpose their seruices Besides there is no King be his Cause neuer so spotlesse if it come to the arbitrement of Swords can trye it out with all vnspotted Souldiers some peraduenture haue on them the guilt of premeditated and contriued-Murther some of beguiling Virgins with the broken Seales of Periurie some making the Warres their Bulwarke that haue before gored the gentle Bosome of Peace with Pillage and Robberie Now if these men haue defeated the Law and out-runne Natiue punishment though they can out-strip men they haue no wings to flye from God Warre is his Beadle Warre is his Vengeance so that here men are punisht for before breach of the Kings Lawes in now the Kings Quarrell where they feared the death they haue borne life away and where they would bee safe they perish Then if they dye vnprouided no more is the King guiltie of their damnation then hee was before guiltie of those Impieties for the which they are now visited Euery Subiects Dutie is the Kings but euery Subiects Soule is his owne Therefore should euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery sicke man in his Bed wash euery Moth out of his Conscience and dying so Death is to him aduantage or not dying the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gayned and in him that escapes it were not sinne to thinke that making God so free an offer he let him out-liue that day to see his Greatnesse and to teach others how they should prepare Will. 'T is certaine euery man that dyes ill the ill vpon his owne head the King is not to answer it Bates I doe not desire hee should answer for me and yet I determine to fight lustily for him King I my selfe heard the King say he would not be ransom'd Will. I hee said so to make vs fight chearefully but when our throats are cut hee may be ransom'd and wee ne're the wiser King If I liue to see it I will neuer trust his word after Will. You pay him then that 's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne that a poore and a priuate displeasure can doe against a Monarch you may as well goe about to turne the Sunne to yee with fanning in his face with a Peacocks feather You 'le neuer trust his word after come 't is a foolish saying King Your reproofe is something too round I should be angry with you if the time were conuenient Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs if you liue King I embrace it Will. How shall I know thee againe King Giue me any Gage of thine and I will weare it in my Bonnet Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it I will make it my Quarrell Will. Heere 's my Gloue Giue mee another of thine King
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
climb'd into this Garden to see if I can eate Grasse or picke a Sallet another while which is not amisse to coole a mans stomacke this hot weather and I think this word Sallet was borne to do me good for many a time but for a Sallet my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill and many a time when I haue beene dry brauely marching it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke in and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on Enter Iden Iden Lord who would liue turmoyled in the Court And may enioy such quiet walkes as these This small inheritance my Father left me Contenteth me and worth a Monarchy I seeke not to waxe great by others warning Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy Sufficeth that I haue maintaines my state And sends the poore well pleased from my gate Cade Heere 's the Lord of the soile come to seize me for a stray for entering his Fee-simple without leaue A Villaine thou wilt betray me and get a 1000. Crownes of the King by carrying my head to him but I le make thee eate Iron like an Ostridge and swallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part Iden Why rude Companion whatsoere thou be I know thee not why then should I betray thee Is' t not enough to breake into my Garden And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes Cade Braue thee I by the best blood that euer was broach'd and beard thee to Looke on mee well I haue eate no meate these fiue dayes yet come thou and thy fiue men and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore naile I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more Iden Nay it shall nere be said while England stands That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes Set limbe to limbe and thou art farre the lesser Thy hand is but a finger to my fist Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth As for words whose greatnesse answer's words Let this my sword report what speech forbeares Cade By my Valour the most compleate Champion that euer I heard Steele if thou turne the edge or cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath I beseech Ioue on my knees thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes Heere they Fight O I am slaine Famine and no other hath slaine me let ten thousand diuelles come against me and giue me but the ten meales I haue lost and I 'de defie them all Wither Garden and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house because the vnconquered soule of Cade is fled Iden Is' t Cade that I haue slain that monstrous traitor Sword I will hallow thee for this thy deede And hang thee o're my Tombe when I am dead Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got Cade Iden farewell and be proud of thy victory Tell Kent from me she hath lost her best man and exhort all the World to be Cowards For I that neuer feared any am vanquished by Famine not by Valour Dyes Id. How much thou wrong'st me heauen be my iudge Die damned Wretch the curse of her that bare thee And as I thrust thy body in with my sword So wish I I might thrust thy soule to hell Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill which shall be thy graue And there cut off thy most vngracious head Which I will beare in triumph to the King Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon Exit Enter Yorke and his Army of Irish with Drum and Colours Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head Ring Belles alowd burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King Ah Sancta Maiestas who would not buy thee deere Let them obey that knowes not how to Rule This hand was made to handle nought but Gold I cannot giue due action to my words Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it A Scepter shall it haue haue I a soule On which I le tosse the Fleure-de-Luce of France Enter Buckingham Whom haue we heere Buckingham to disturbe me The king hath sent him sure I must dissemble Buc. Yorke if thou meanest wel I greet thee well Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham I accept thy greeting Art thou a Messenger or come of pleasure Buc. A Messenger from Henry our dread Liege To know the reason of these Armes in peace Or why thou being a Subiect as I am Against thy Oath and true Allegeance sworne Should raise so great a power without his leaue Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court Yor. Scarse can I speake my Choller is so great Oh I could hew vp Rockes and fight with Flint I am so angry at these abiect tearmes And now like Aiax Telamonius On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie I am farre better borne then is the king More like a King more Kingly in my thoughts But I must make faire weather yet a while Till Henry be more weake and I more strong Buckingham I prethee pardon me That I haue giuen no answer all this while My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King Seditious to his Grace and to the State Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part But if thy Armes be to no other end The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower Yorke Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner Yorke Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres Souldiers I thanke you all disperse your selues Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field You shall haue pay and euery thing you wish And let my Soueraigne vertuous Henry Command my eldest sonne nay all my sonnes As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue I le send them all as willing as I liue Lands Goods Horse Armor any thing I haue Is his to vse so Somerset may die Buc. Yorke I commend this kinde submission We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent. Enter King and Attendants King Buckingham doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme Yorke In all submission and humility Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade Who
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
vs or thee Enter the Poste Post My Lord Ambassador These Letters are for you Speakes to Warwick Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague These from our King vnto your Maiesty To Lewis And Madam these for you To Margaret From whom I know not They all reade their Letters Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes while Warwicke frownes at his Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were netled I hope all 's for the best Lew. Warwicke what are thy Newes And yours faire Queene Mar. Mine such as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes War Mine full of sorrow and hearts discontent Lew. What has your King married the Lady Grey And now to sooth your Forgery and his Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before This proueth Edwards Loue and Warwickes honesty War King Lewis I heere protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards No more my King for he dishonors me But most himselfe if he could see his shame Did I forget that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right And am I guerdon'd at the last with Shame Shame on himselfe for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him I heere renounce him and returne to Henry My Noble Queene let former grudges passe And henceforth I am thy true Seruitour I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state Mar. Warwicke These words haue turn'd my Hate to Loue And I forgiue and quite forget old faults And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend War So much his Friend I his vnfained Friend That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours I le vndertake to Land them on our Coast And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre 'T is not his new-made Bride shall succour him And as for Clarence as my Letters tell me Hee 's very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton Lust then Honor Or then for strength and safety of our Country Bona. Deere Brother how shall Bona be reueng'd But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene Mar. Renowned Prince how shall Poore Henry liue Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire Bona. My quarrel and this English Queens are one War And mine faire Lady Bona ioynes with yours Lew. And mine with hers and thine and Margarets Therefore at last I firmely am resolu'd You shall haue ayde Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all at once Lew. Then Englands Messenger returne in Poste And tell false Edward thy supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride Thou seest what 's past go feare thy King withall Bona. Tell him in hope hee 'l proue a widower shortly I weare the Willow Garland for his sake Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are layde aside And I am ready to put Armor on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vn-Crowne him er 't be long There 's thy reward be gone Exit Post Lew. But Warwicke Thou and Oxford with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas and bid false Edward battaile And as occasion serues this Noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply Yet ere thou go but answer me one doubt What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty War This shall assure my constant Loyalty That if our Queene and this young Prince agree I le ioyne mine eldest daughter and my Ioy To him forthwith in holy Wedlocke bands Mar. Yes I agree and thanke you for your Motion Sonne Edward she is Faire and Vertuous Therefore delay not giue thy hand to Warwicke And with thy hand thy faith irreuocable That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine Prin. Ed. Yes I accept her for she well deserues it And heere to pledge my Vow I giue my hand He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now These soldiers shal be leuied And thou Lord Bourbon our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France Exeunt Manet Warwicke War I came from Edward as Ambassador But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his Iest to Sorrow I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne And I le be Cheefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pitty Henries misery But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery Exit Enter Richard Clarence Somerset and Mountague Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence what thinke you Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice Cla. Alas you know t is farre from hence to France How could he stay till Warwicke made returne Som. My Lords forbeare this talke heere comes the King Flourish Enter King Edward Lady Grey Penbrooke Stafford Hastings foure stand on one side and foure on the other Rich. And his well-chosen Bride Clarence I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke King Now Brother of Clarence How like you our Choyce That you stand pensiue as halfe malecontent Clarence As well as Lewis of France Or the Earle of Warwicke Which are so weake of courage and in iudgement That they 'le take no offence at our abuse King Suppose they take offence without a cause They are but Lewis and Warwicke I am Edward Your King and Warwickes and must haue my will Rich. And shall haue your will because our King Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well King Yea Brother Richard are you offended too Rich. Not I no God forbid that I should wish them seuer'd Whom God hath ioyn'd together I and 't were pittie to sunder them That yoake so well together King Setting your skornes and your mislike aside Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my Wife and Englands Queene And you too Somerset and Mountague Speake freely what you thinke Clarence Then this is mine opinion That King Lewis becomes your Enemie For mocking him about the Marriage Of the Lady Bona. Rich. And Warwicke doing what you gaue in charge Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage King What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such inuention as I can deuise Mount Yet to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth ' Gainst forraine stormes then any home-bred Marriage Hast. Why knowes not Mountague that of
it selfe England is safe if true within it selfe Mount But the safer when 't is back'd with France Hast. 'T is better vsing France then trusting France Let vs be back'd with God and with the Seas Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable And with their helpes onely defend our selues In them and in our selues our safetie lyes Clar. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserues To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford King I what of that it was my will and graunt And for this once my Will shall stand for Law Rich. And yet me thinks your Grace hath not done well To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride Shee better would haue fitted me or Clarence But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood Clar. Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere King Alas poore Clarence is it for a Wife That thou art malecontent I will prouide thee Clarence In chusing for your selfe You shew'd your iudgement Which being shallow you shall giue me leaue To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe And to that end I shortly minde to leaue you King Leaue me or tarry Edward will be King And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will Lady Grey My Lords before it pleas'd his Maiestie To rayse my State to Title of a Queene Doe me but right and you must all confesse That I was not ignoble of Descent And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune But as this Title honors me and mine So your dislikes to whom I would be pleasing Doth cloud my ioyes with danger and with sorrow King My Loue forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes What danger or what sorrow can befall thee So long as Edward is thy constant friend And their true Soueraigne whom they must obey Nay whom they shall obey and loue thee too Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands Which if they doe yet will I keepe thee safe And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath Rich. I heare yet say not much but thinke the more Enter a Poste King Now Messenger what Letters or what Newes from France Post My Soueraigne Liege no Letters few words But such as I without your speciall pardon Dare not relate King Goe too wee pardon thee Therefore in briefe tell me their words As neere as thou canst guesse them What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters Post. At my depart these were his very words Goe tell false Edward the supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride King Is Lewis so braue belike he thinkes me Henry But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage Post These were her words vtt'red with mild disdaine Tell him in hope hee 'le proue a Widower shortly I le weare the Willow Garland for his sake King I blame not her she could say little lesse She had the wrong But what said Henries Queene For I haue heard that she was there in place Post Tell him quoth she My mourning Weedes are done And I am readie to put Armour on King Belike she minds to play the Amazon But what said Warwicke to these iniuries Post He more incens'd against your Maiestie Then all the rest discharg'd me with these words Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er 't be long King Ha durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words Well I will arme me being thus fore-warn'd They shall haue Warres and pay for their presumption But say is Warwicke friends with Margaret Post I gracious Soueraigne They are so link'd in friendship That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter Clarence Belike the elder Clarence will haue the younger Now Brother King farewell and sit you fast For I will hence to Warwickes other Daughter That though I want a Kingdome yet in Marriage I may not proue inferior to your selfe You that loue me and Warwicke follow me Exit Clarence and Somerset followes Rich. Not I My thoughts ayme at a further matter I stay not for the loue of Edward but the Crowne King Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwicke Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen And haste is needfull in this desp'rate case Pembrooke and Stafford you in our behalfe Goe leuie men and make prepare for Warre They are alreadie or quickly will be landed My selfe in person will straight follow you Exeunt Pembrooke and Stafford But ere I goe Hastings and Mountague Resolue my doubt you twaine of all the rest Are neere to Warwicke by bloud and by allyance Tell me if you loue Warwicke more then me If it be so then both depart to him I rather wish you foes then hollow friends But if you minde to hold your true obedience Giue me assurance with some friendly Vow That I may neuer haue you in suspect Mount So God helpe Mountague as hee proues true Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause King Now Brother Richard will you stand by vs Rich. I in despight of all that shall withstand you King Why so then am I sure of Victorie Now therefore let vs hence and lose no howre Till wee meet Warwicke with his forreine powre Exeunt Enter Warwicke and Oxford in England with French Souldiors Warw. Trust me my Lord all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swarme to vs. Enter Clarence and Somerset But see where Somerset and Clarence comes Speake suddenly my Lords are wee all friends Clar. Feare not that my Lord. Warw. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwicke And welcome Somerset I hold it cowardize To rest mistrustfull where a Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand in signe of Loue Else might I thinke that Clarence Edwards Brother Were but a fained friend to our proceedings But welcome sweet Clarence my Daughter shall be thine And now what rests but in Nights Couerture Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about And but attended by a simple Guard Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie That as Vlysses and stout Diomede With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds So wee well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard And seize himselfe I say not slaughter him For I intend but onely to surprize him You that will follow me to this attempt Applaud the Name of Henry with your Leader They all cry Henry Why then let 's on our way in silent sort For Warwicke and his friends God and Saint George Exeunt Enter three Watchmen to guard the Kings Tent. 1. Watch. Come on my Masters each man take his stand The King by this is set him downe to sleepe 2. Watch. What will he not to Bed 1. Watch. Why no for he hath made a solemne Vow Neuer to
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
Marchionesse of Pembrooke to which Title A Thousand pound a yeare Annuall support Out of his Grace he addes An. I doe not know What kinde of my obedience I should tender More then my All is Nothing Nor my Prayers Are not words duely hallowed nor my Wishes More worth then empty vanities yet Prayers Wishes Are all I can returne ' Beseech your Lordship Vouchsafe to speake my thankes and my obedience As from a blushâ—ng Handmaid to his Highnesse Whose health and Royalty I pray for Cham. Lady I shall not faile t' approue the faire conceit The King hath of you I haue perus'd her well Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled That they haue caught the King and who knowes yet But from this Lady may proceed a Iemme To lighten all this I le I 'le to the King And say I spoke with you Exit Lord Chamberlaine An. My honour'd Lord. Old L. Why this it is See see I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court Am yet a Courtier beggerly nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late For any suit of poundâ— and you oh fate A very fresh Fish heere fye fye fye vpon This compel'd fortune haue your mouth fild vp Before you open it An. This is strange to me Old L. How tasts it Is it bitter Forty pence no There was a Lady once t is an old Story That would not be a Queene that would she not For all the mud in Egypt haue you heard it An. Come you are pleasant Old L. With your Theame I could O're-mount the Larke The Marchionesse of Pembrooke A thousand pounds a yeare for pure respect No other obligation by my Life That promises mo thousands Honours traine Is longer then his fore-skirt by this time I know your backe will beare a Dutchesse Say Are you not stronger then you were An. Good Lady Make your selfe mirth with your particular fancy And leaue me out on 't Would I had no being If this salute my blood a â—ot it faints me To thinke what followes The Queene is comfortlesse and wâ—e forgetfull In our long absence pray doe not deliuer What heere y' haue heard to her Old L. What doe you thinke me Exeunt Scena Quarta Trumpets Sennet and Cornets Enter two Vergers with shoÌ„t siluer wands next them two Scribes in the habite of Doctors after them the Bishop of Canterbury alone after him the Bishops of Lincolne Ely Rochester and S. Asaph Next them with some small distance followes a Gentleman bearing the Purse with the great Seale and a Cardinals Hat Then two Priests bearing each a Siluer Crosse Then a Gentleman Vsher bare-headed accompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes bearing a Siluer Mace Then two Gentlemen bearing two great Siluer Pillers After them side by side the two Cardinals two Noblemen with the Sword and Mace The King takes place vnder the Cloth of State The two Cardinalls sit vnder him as Iudges The Queene takes place some distance from the King The Bishops place themselues on each side the Court in manner of a Consistory Below them the Scribes The Lords sit next the Bishops The rest of the Attendants stand in conuenient order about the Stage Car. Whil'st our Commission from Rome is read Let silence be commanded King What 's the need It hath already publiquely bene read And on all sides th' Authority allow'd You may then spare that time Car. Bee 't so proceed Scri. Say Henry K. of England come into the Court. Crier Henry King of England c. King Heere Scribe Say Katherine Queene of England Come into the Court. Crier Katherine Queene of England c. The Queene makes no answer rises out of her Chaire goes about the Court comes to the King and kneeles at his Feete Then speakes Sir I desire you do me Right and Iustice And to bestow your pitty on me for I am a most poore Woman and a Stranger Borne out of your Dominions hauing heere No Iudge indifferent nor no more assurance Of equall Friendship and Proceeding Alas Sir In what haue I offended you What cause Hath my behauiour giuen to your displeasure That thus you should proceede to put me off And take your good Grace from me Heauen witnesse I haue bene to you a true and humble Wife At all times to your will conformable Euer in feare to kindle your Dislike Yea subiect to your Countenance Glad or sorry As I saw it inclin'd When was the houre I euer contradicted your Desire Or made it not mine too Or which of your Friends Haue I not stroue to loue although I knew He were mine Enemy What Friend of mine That had to him deriu'd your Anger did I Continue in my Liking Nay gaue notice He was from thence discharg'd Sir call to minde That I haue beene your Wife in this Obedience Vpward of twenty yeares and haue bene blest With many Children by you If in the course And processe of this time you can report And proue it too against mine Honor aught My bond to Wedlocke or my Loue and Dutie Against your Sacred Person in Gods name Turne me away and let the fowl'st Contempt Shut doore vpon me and so giue me vp To the sharp'st kinde of Iustice Please you Sir The King your Father was reputed for A Prince most Prudent of an excellent And vnmatch'd Wit and Iudgement Ferdinand My Father King of Spaine was reckon'd one The wisest Prince that there had reign'd by many A yeare before It is not to be question'd That they had gather'd a wise Councell to them Of euery Realme that did debate this Businesse Who deem'd our Marriage lawful Wherefore I humbly Beseech you Sir to spare me till I may Be by my Friends in Spaine aduis'd whose Counsaile I will implore If not i' th' name of God Your pleasure be fulfill'd Wol. You haue heere Lady And of your choice these Reuerend Fathers men Of singular Integrity and Learning Yea the elect o' th' Land who are assembled To pleade your Cause It shall be therefore bootlesse That longer you desire the Court as well For your owne quiet as to rectifie What is vnsetled in the King Camp His Grace Hath spoken well and iustly Therefore Madam It 's fit this Royall Session do proceed And that without delay their Arguments Be now produc'd and heard Qu. Lord Cardinall to you I speake Wol. Your pleasure Madam Qu. Sir I am about to weepe but thinking that We are a Queene or long haue dream'd so certaine The daughter of a King my drops of teares I le turne to sparkes of fire Wol. Be patient yet Qu. I will when you are humble Nay before Or God will punish me I do beleeue Induc'd by potent Circumstances that You are mine Enemy and make my Challenge You shall not be my Iudge For it is you Haue blowne this Coale betwixt my Lord and me Which Gods dew quench therefore I say againe I vtterly abhorre yea from my Soule Refuse you for my Iudge whom yet once more I hold my
Queene This Candle burnes not cleere 't is I must snuffe it Then out it goes What though I know her vertuous And well deseruing yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran and not wholsome to Our cause that she should lye i' th' bosome of Our hard rul'd King Againe there is sprung vp An Heretique an Arch-one Cranmer one Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King And is his Oracle Nor. He is vex'd at something Enter King reading of a Scedule Sur. I would 't wer somthing y t would fret the string The Master-cord on 's heart Suf. The King the King King What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his owne portion And what expence by ' th' houre Seemes to flow from him How i' th' name of Thrift Does he rake this together Now my Lords Saw you the Cardinall Nor. My Lord we haue Stood heere obseruing him Some strange Commotion Is in his braine He bites his lip and starts Stops on a sodaine lookes vpon the ground Then layes his finger on his Temple straight Springs out into fast gate then stops againe Strikes his brest hard and anon he casts His eye against the Moone in most strange Postures We haue seene him set himselfe King It may well be There is a mutiny in 's minde This morning Papers of State he sent me to peruse As I requir'd and wot you what I found There on my Conscience put vnwittingly Forsooth an Inuentory thus importing The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold which I finde at such proud Rate that it out-speakes Possession of a Subiect Nor. It 's Heauens will Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet To blesse your eye withall King If we did thinke His Contemplation wâ—re aboue the earth And fixt on Spirituall obiect he should still Dwell in his Musings but I am affraid His Thinkings are below the Moone not worth His serious considering King takes his Seat whispers Louell who goes to the Cardinall Car. Heauen forgiue me Euer God blesse your Highnesse King Good my Lord You are full of Heauenly stuffe and beare the Inuentory Of your best Graces in your minde the which You were now running o're you haue scarse time To steale from Spirituall leysure a briefe span To keepe your earthly Audit sure in that I deeme you an ill Husband and am gald To haue you therein my Companion Car. Sir For Holy Offices I haue a time a time To thinke vpon the part of businesse which I beare i' th' State and Nature does require Her times of preseruation which perforce I her fraile sonne among'st my Brethren mortall Must giue my tendance to King You haue said well Car. And euer may your Highnesse yoake together As I will lend you cause my doing well With my well saying King 'T is well said agen And 't is a kinde of good deede to say well And yet words are no deeds My Father lou'd you He said he did and with his deed did Crowne His word vpon you Since I had my Office I haue kept you next my Heart haue not alone Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home But par'd my present Hauings to bestow My Bounties vpon you Car. What should this meane Sur. The Lord increase this businesse King Haue I not made you The prime man of the State I pray you tell me If what I now pronounce you haue found true And if you may confesse it say withall If you are bound to vs or no. What say you Car. My Soueraigne I confesse your Royall graces Showr'd on me daily haue bene more then could My studied purposes requite which went Beyond all mans endeauors My endeauors Haue euer come too short of my Desires Yet fill'd with my Abilities Mine owne ends Haue beene mine so that euermore they pointed To ' th' good of your most Sacred Person and The profit of the State For your great Graces Heap'd vpon me poore Vndeseruer I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes My Prayres to heauen for you my Loyaltie Which euer ha's and euer shall be growing Till death that Winter kill it King Fairely answer'd A Loyall and obedient Subiect is Therein illustrated the Honor of it Does pay the Act of it as i' th' contrary The fowlenesse is the punishment I presume That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you My heart drop'd Loue my powre rain'd Honor more On you then any So your Hand and Heart Your Braine and euery Function of your power Should notwithstanding that your bond of duty As 't wer in Loues particular be more To me your Friend then any Car. I do professe That for your Highnesse good I euer labour'd More then mine owne that am haue and will be Though all the world should cracke their duty to you And throw it from their Soule though perils did Abound as thicke as thought could make 'em and Appeare in formes more horrid yet my Duty As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake And stand vnshaken yours King 'T is Nobly spoken Take notice Lords he ha's a Loyall brest For you haue seene him open 't Read o're this And after this and then to Breakfast with What appetite you haue Exit King frowning vpon the Cardinall the Nobles throng after him smiling and whispering Car. What should this meane What sodaine Anger 's this How haue I reap'd it He parted Frowning from me as if Ruine Leap'd from his Eyes So lookes the chafed Lyon Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him Then makes him nothing I must reade this paper I feare the Story of his Anger 'T is so This paper ha's vndone me 'T is th' Accompt Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together For mine owne ends Indeed to gaine the Popedome And fee my Friends in Rome O Negligence Fit for a Foole to fall by What crosse Diuell Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet I sent the King Is there no way to cure this No new deuice to beate this from his Braines I know 't will stirre him strongly yet I know A way if it take right in spight of Fortune Will bring me off againe What 's this To th' Pope The Letter as I liue with all the Businesse I writ too 's Holinesse Nay then farewell I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse And from that full Meridian of my Glory I haste now to my Setting I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the Euening And no man see me more Enter to Woolsey the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke the Earle of Surrey and the Lord Chamberlaine Nor. Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall Who commands you To render vp the Great Seale presently Into our hands and to Confine your selfe To Asher-house my Lord of Winchesters Till you heare further from his Highnesse Car. Stay Where 's your Commission Lords words cannot carrie Authority so weighty Suf. Who dare crosse 'em Bearing the Kings will
from his mouth expressely Car. Till I finde more then will or words to do it I meane your malice know Officious Lords I dare and must deny it Now I feele Of what course Mettle ye are molded Enuy How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces As if it fed ye and how sleeke and wanton Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine Follow your enuious courses men of Malice You haue Christian warrant for 'em and no doubt In time will finde their fit Rewards That Seale You aske with such a Violence the King Mine and your Master with his owne hand gaue me Bad me enioy it with the Place and Honors During my life and to confirme his Goodnesse Ti'de it by Letters Patents Now who 'll take it Sur. The King that gaue it Car. It must be himselfe then Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor Priest Car. Proud Lord thou lyest Within these fortie houres Surrey durst better Haue burnt that Tongue then saide so Sur. Thy Ambition Thou Scarlet sinne robb'd this bewailing Land Of Noble Buckingham my Father-in-Law The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals With thee and all thy best parts bound together Weigh'd not a haire of his Plague of your policie You sent me Deputie for Ireland Farre from his succour from the King from all That might haue mercie on the fault thou gau'st him Whil'st your great Goodnesse out of holy pitty Absolu'd him with an Axe Wol. This and all else This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit I answer is most false The Duke by Law Found his deserts How innocent I was From any priuate malice in his end His Noble Iurie and foule Cause can witnesse If I lou'd many words Lord I should tell you You haue as little Honestie as Honor That in the way of Loyaltie and Truth Toward the King my euer Roiall Master Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be And all that loue his follies Sur. By my Soule Your long Coat Priest protects you Thou should'st feele My Sword i' th' life blood of thee else My Lords Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance And from this Fellow If we liue thus tamely To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet Farewell Nobilitie let his Grace go forward And dare vs with his Cap like Larkes Card. All Goodnesse Is poyson to thy Stomacke Sur. Yes that goodnesse Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one Into your owne hands Card'nall by Extortion The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets You writ to ' th Pope against the King your goodnesse Since you prouoke me shall be most notorious My Lord of Norfolke as you are truly Noble As you respect the common good the State Of our despis'd Nobilitie our Issues Whom if he liue will scarse be Gentlemen Produce the grand summe of his sinnes the Articles Collected from his life I le startle you Worse then the Sacring Bell when the browne Wench Lay kissing in your Armes Lord Cardinall Car. How much me thinkes I could despise this man But that I am bound in Charitie against it Nor. Those Articles my Lord are in the Kings hand But thus much they are foule ones Wol. So much fairer And spotlesse shall mine Innocence arise When the King knowes my Truth Sur. This cannot saue you I thanke my Memorie I yet remember Some of these Articles and out they shall Now if you can blush and crie guiltie Cardinall You 'l shew a little Honestie Wol. Speake on Sir I dare your worst Obiections If I blush It is to see a Nobleman want manners Sur. I had rather want those then my head Haue at you First that without the Kings assent or knowledge You wrought to be a Legate by which power You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops Nor. Then That in all you writ to Rome or else To Forraigne Princes Ego Rex meus Was still inscrib'd in which you brought the King To be your Seruant Suf. Then that without the knowledge Either of King or Councell when you went Ambassador to the Emperor you made bold To carry into Flanders the Great Seale Sur. Item You sent a large Commission To Gregory de Cassado to conclude Without the Kings will or the States allowance A League betweene his Highnesse and Ferrara Suf. That out of meere Ambition you haue caus'd Your holy-Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine Sur. Then That you haue sent inumerable substance By what meanes got I leaue to your owne conscience To furnish Rome and to prepare the wayes You haue for Dignities to the meere vndooing Of all the Kingdome Many more there are Which since they are of you and odious I will not taint my mouth with Cham. O my Lord Presse not a falling man too farre 't is Vertue His faults lye open to the Lawes let â—em Not you correct him My heart weepes to see him So little of his great Selfe Sur. I forgiue him Suf. Lord Cardinall the Kings further pleasure is Because all those things you haue done of late By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome Fall into ' th' compasse of a Premunire That therefore such a Writ be sued against you To forfeit all your Goods Lands Tenements Castles and whatsoeuer and to be Out of the Kings protection This is my Charge Nor. And so wee 'l leaue you to your Meditations How to liue better For your stubborne answer About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs The King shall know it and no doubt shal thanke you So fare you well my little good Lord Cardinall Exeunt all but Wolsey Wol. So farewell to the little good you beare me Farewell A long farewell to all my Greatnesse This is the state of Man to day he puts forth The tender Leaues of hopes to morrow Blossomes And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him The third day comes a Frost a killing Frost And when he thinkes good easie man full surely His Greatnesse is a ripening nippes his roote And then he fals as I do I haue ventur'd Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders This many Summers in a Sea of Glory But farre beyond my depth my high-blowne Pride At length broke vnder me and now ha's left me Weary and old with Seruice to the mercy Of a rude streame that must for euer hide me Vaine pompe and glory of this World I hate ye I feele my heart new open'd Oh how wretched Is that poore man that hangs on Princes fauours There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too That sweet Aspect of Princes and their ruine More pangs and feares then warres or women haue And when he falles he falles like Lucifer Neuer to hope againe Enter Cromwell standing amazed Why how now Cromwell Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir Car. What amaz'd At my misfortunes Can thy Spirit wonder A great man should decline Nay and you weep I am falne indeed Crom. How does your Grace Card. Why well Neuer so truly happy my good Cromwell I know my selfe now and I feele within
your painted glosse discouers To men that vnderstand you words and weaknesse Crom. My Lord of Winchester y' are a little By your good fauour too sharpe Men so Noble How euer faultly yet should finde respect For what they haue beene 't is a cruelty To load a falling man Gard. Good M. Secretary I cry your Honour mercie you may worst Of all this Table say so Crom. Why my Lord Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer Of this new Sect ye are not sound Crom. Not sound Gard. Not sound I say Crom. Would you were halfe so honest Mens prayers then would seeke you not their feares Gard. I shall remember this bold Language Crom. Doe Remember your bold life too Cham. This is too much Forbeare for shame my Lords Gard. I haue done Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you my Lord it stands agreed I take it by all voyces That forthwith You be conuaid to th' Tower a Prisoner There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure Be knowne vnto vs are you all agreed Lords And by that verte no man dare accuse you And by that vertue no man dare accuse you All. We are Cran. Is there no other way of mercy But I must needs to th' Tower my Lords Gard. What other Would you expect You are strangely troublesome Let some o' th' Guard be ready there Enter the Guard Cran. For me Must I goe like a Traytor thither Gard. Receiue him And see him safe i' th' Tower Cran. Stay good my Lords I haue a little yet to say Looke there my Lords By vertue of that Ring I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruell men and giue it To a most Noble Iudge the King my Maister Cham. This is the Kings Ring Sur. 'T is no counterfeit Suff. 'Ts the right Ring by Heau'n I told ye all When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling 'T wold fall vpon our selues Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd Cham. T is now too certaine How much more is his Life in value with him Would I were fairely out on 't Crom. My mind gaue me In seeking tales and Informations Against this man whose honesty the Diuell And his Disciples onely enuy at Ye blew the fire that burnes ye now haue at ye Enter King frowning on them takes his Seate Gard. Dread Soueraigne How much are we bound to Heauen In dayly thankes that gaue vs such a Prince Not onely good and wise but most religious One that in all obedience makes the Church The cheefe ayme of his Honour and to strengthen That holy duty out of deare respect His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare The cause betwixt her and this great offender Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations Bishop of Winchester But know I come not To heare such flattery now and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences To me you cannot reach You play the Spaniell And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me But whatsoere thou tak'st me for I 'm sure Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody Good man sit downe Now let me see the proudest Hee that dares most but wag his finger at thee By all that 's holy he had better starue Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not Sur. May it please your Grace Kin. No Sir it doe's not please me I had thought I had had men of some vnderstanding And wisedome of my Councell but I finde none Was it discretion Lords to let this man This good man few of you deserue that Title This honest man wait like a lowsie Foot-boy At Chamber dore and one as great as you are Why what a shame was this Did my Commission Bid ye so farre forget your selues I gaue ye Power as he was a Counsellour to try him Not as a Groome There 's some of ye I see More out of Malice then Integrity Would trye him to the vtmost had ye meane Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue Chan. Thus farre My most dread Soueraigne may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all What was purpos'd Concerning his Imprisonment was rather If there be faith in men meant for his Tryall And faire purgation to the world then malice I 'm sure in me Kin. Well well my Lords respect him Take him and vse him well hee 's worthy of it I will say thus much for him if a Prince May be beholding to a Subiect I Am for his loue and seruice so to him Make memo more adoe but all embrace him Be friends for shame my Lords My Lord of Canterbury I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee That is a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme You must be Godfather and answere for her Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory In such an honour how may I deserue it That am a poore and humble Subiect to you Kin. Come come my Lord you 'd spare your spoones You shall haue two noble Partners with you the old Duchesse of Norfolke and Lady Marquesse Dorset will these please you Once more my Lord of Winchester I charge you Embrace and loue this man Gard. With a true heart And Brother loue I doe it Cran. And let Heauen Witnesse how deare I hold this Confirmation Kin. Good Man those ioyfull teares shew thy true hearts The common voyce I see is verified Of thee which sayes thus Doe my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turne and hee 's your friend for euer Come Lords we trifle time away I long To haue this young one made a Christian As I haue made ye one Lords one remaine So I grow stronger you more Honour gaine Exeunt Scena Tertia Noyse and Tumult within Enter Porter and his man Port. You 'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals doe you take the Court for Parish Garden ye rude Slaues leaue your gaping Within Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder Port. Belong to th' Gallowes and be hang'd ye Rogue Is this a place to roare in Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staues and strong ones these are but switches to 'em I le scratch your heads you must be seeing Christenings Do you looke for Ale and Cakes heere you rude Raskalls Man Pray Sir be patient 't is as much impossible Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons To scatter 'em as 't is to make 'em sleepe On May-day Morning which will neuer be We may as well push against Powles as stirre ' em Por. How got they in and be hang'd Man Alas I know not how gets the Tide in As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote You see the poore remainder could distribute I made no spare Sir Port. You did nothing Sir Man I am not Sampson nor Sir Guy nor Colebrand To mow 'em downe before me but if I spar'd any That had a head to hit either young or old He or shee Cuckold or Cuckold-maker
The issue is embracement Aiax farewell Aia. If I might in entreaties finde successe As seld I haue the chance I would desire My famous Cousin to our Grecian Tents Diom. 'T is Agamemnons wish and great Achilles Doth long to see vnarm'd the valiant Hector Hect. Aeneas call my brother Troylus to me And signifie this louing enterview To the expecters of our Troian part Desire them home Giue me thy hand my Cousin I will goe eate with thee and see your Knights Enter Agamemnon and the rest Aia. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by name But for Achilles mine owne serching eyes Shall finde him by his large and portly size Aga. Worthy of Armes as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemie But that 's no welcome vnderstand more cleere What 's past and what 's to come is strew'd with huskes And formelesse ruine of obliuion But in this extant moment faith and troth Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing Bids thee with most diuine integritie From heart of very heart great Hector welcome Hect. I thanke thee most imperious Agamemnon Aga. My well-fam'd Lord of Troy no lesse to you Men. Let me confirme my Princely brothers greeting You brace of warlike Brothers welcome hither Hect. Who must we answer Aene. The Noble Menelaus Hect. O you my Lord by Mars his gauntlet thanks Mocke not that I affect th' vntraded Oath Your quondam wife sweares still by Venus Gloue Shee 's well but bad me not commend her to you Men. Name her not now sir she 's a deadly Theame Hect. O pardon I offend Nest I haue thou gallant Troyan seene thee oft Labouring for destiny make cruell way Through rankes of Greekish youth and I haue seen thee As hot as Perseus spurre thy Phrygian Steed And seene thee scorning forfeits and subduments When thou hast hung thy aduanced sword i' th' ayre Not letting it decline on the declined That I haue said vnto my standers by Loe Iupiter is yonder dealing life And I haue seene thee pause and take thy breath When that a ring of Greekes haue hem'd thee in Like an Olympian wrestling This haue I seene But this thy countenance still lockt in steele I neuer saw till now I knew thy Grandsire And once fought with him he was a Souldier good But by great Mars the Captaine of vs all Neuer like thee Let an oldman embrace thee And worthy Warriour welcome to our Tents Aene. 'T is the old Nestor Hect. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time Most reuerend Nestor I am glad to claspe thee Ne. I would my armes could match thee in contention As they contend with thee in courtesie Hect. I would they could Nest Ha by this white beard I 'ld fight with thee to morrow Well welcom welcome I haue seen the time Vlys I wonder now how yonder City stands When we haue heere her Base and pillar by vs. Hect. I know your fauour Lord Vlysses well Ah sir there 's many a Greeke and Troyan dead Since first I saw your selfe and Diomed In Illion on your Greekish Embassie Vlys Sir I foretold you then what would ensue My prophesie is but halfe his iourney yet For yonder wals that pertly front your Towne Yond Towers whose wanton tops do busse the clouds Must kisse their owne feet Hect. I must not beleeue you There they stand yet and modestly I thinke The fall of euery Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood the end crownes all And that old common Arbitrator Time Will one day end it Vlys So to him we leaue it Most gentle and most valiant Hector welcome After the Generall I beseech you next To Feast with me and see me at my Tent. Achil. I shall forestall thee Lord Vlysses thou Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee I haue with exact view perus'd thee Hector And quoted ioynt by ioynt Hect. Is this Achilles Achil. I am Achilles Hect. Stand faire I prythee let me looke on thee Achil. Behold thy fill Hect. Nay I haue done already Achil. Thou art to breefe I will the second time As I would buy thee view thee limbe by limbe Hect. O like a Booke of sport thou 'lt reade me ore But there 's more in me then thou vnderstand'st Why doest thou so oppresse me with thine eye Achil. Tell me you Heauens in which part of his body Shall I destroy him Whether there or there or there That I may giue the locall wound a name And make distinct the very breach where-out Hectors great spirit flâ—w Answer me heauens Hect. It would discredit the blest Gods proud man To answer such a question Stand againe Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly As to prenominate in nice coniecture Where thou wilt hit me dead Achil. I tell thee yea Hect. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so I 'ld not beleeue thee henceforth guard thee well For I le not kill thee there nor there nor there But by the forge that stythied Mars his helme I le kill thee euery where yea ore and ore You wisest Grecians pardon me this bragge His insolence drawes folly from my lips But I le endeuour deeds to match these words Or may I neuer Aiax Do not chafe thee Cosin And you Achilles let these threats alone Till accident or purpose bring you too 't You may euery day enough of Hector If you haue stomacke The generall state I feare Can scarse intreat you to be odde with him Hect. I pray you let vs see you in the field We haue had pelting Warres since you refus'd The Grecians cause Achil. Dost thou intreat me Hector To morrow do I meete thee fell as death To night all Friends Hect. Thy hand vpon that match Aga. First all you Peeres of Greece go to my Tent There in the full conuiue you Afterwards As Hectors leysure and your bounties shall Concurre together seuerally intreat him Beate lowd the Taborins let the Trumpets blow That this great Souldier may his welcome know Exeunt Troy My Lord Vlysses tell me I beseech you In what place of the Field doth Calchas keepe Vlys At Menelaus Tent most Princely Troylus There Diomed doth feast with him to night Who neither lookes on heauen nor on earth But giues all gaze and bent of amorous view On the faire Cressid Troy Shall I sweet Lord be bound to thee so much After we part from Agamemnons Tent To bring me thither Vlys You shall command me sir As gentle tell me of what Honour was This Cressida in Troy had she no Louer there That wailes her absence Troy O sir to such as boasting shew their scarres A mocke is due will you walke on my Lord She was belou'd she lou'd she is and dooth But still sweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth Exeunt Enter Achilles and Patroclus Achil. I le heat his blood with Greekish wine to night Which with my
this so dishonor'd Rub layd falsely I' th' plaine Way of his Merit Corio Tell me of Corne this was my speech And I will speak 't againe Mene. Not now not now Senat. Not in this heat Sir now Corio Now as I liue I will My Nobler friends I craue their pardons For the mutable ranke-sented Meynie Let them regard me as I doe not flatter And therein behold themselues I say againe In soothing them we nourish ' gainst our Senate The Cockle of Rebellion Insolence Sedition Which we our selues haue plowed for sow'd scatter'd By mingling them with vs the honor'd Number Who lack not Vertue no nor Power but that Which they haue giuen to Beggers Mene. Well no more Senat. No more words we beseech you Corio How no more As for my Country I haue shed my blood Not fearing outward force So shall my Lungs Coine words till their decay against those Meazels Which we disdaine should Tetter vs yet sought The very way to catch them Bru. You speake a' th' people as if you were a God To punish Not a man of their Infirmity Sicin 'T were well we let the people know 't Mene. What what His Choller Cor. Choller Were I as patient as the midnight sleep By Ioue 't would be my minde Sicin It is a minde that shall remain a poison Where it is not poyson any further Corio Shall remaine Heare you this Triton of the Minnoues Marke you His absolute Shall Com. 'T was from the Cannon Cor. Shall O God! but most vnwise Patricians why You graue but wreaklesse Senators haue you thus Giuen Hidra heere to choose an Officer That with his peremptory Shall being but The horne and noise o' th' Monsters wants not spirit To say hee 'l turne your Current in a ditch And make your Channell his If he haue power Then vale your Ignorance If none awake Your dangerous Lenity If you are Learn'd Be not as common Fooles if you are not Let them haue Cushions by you You are Plebeians If they be Senators and they are no lesse When both your voices blended the great'st taste Most pallates theirs They choose their Magistrate And such a one as he who puts his Shall His popular Shall against a grauer Bench Then euer frown'd in Greece By Ioue himselfe It makes the Consuls base and my Soule akes To know when two Authorities are vp Neither Supreame How soone Confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of Both and take The one by th' other Com. Well on to ' th' Market place Corio Who euer gaue that Counsell to giue forth The Corne a' th' Store-house gratis as 't was vs'd Sometime in Greece Mene. Well well no more of that Cor. Thogh there the people had more absolute powre I say they norisht disobedience fed the ruin of the State Bru. Why shall the people giue One that speakes thus their voyce Corio I le giue my Reasons More worthier then their Voyces They know the Corne Was not our recompence resting well assur'd They ne're did seruice for 't being prest to ' th' Warre Euen when the Nauell of the State was touch'd They would not thred the Gates This kinde of Seruice Did not deserue Corne gratis Being i' th' Warre There Mutinies and Reuolts wherein they shew'd Most Valour spoke not for them Th' Accusation Which they haue often made against the Senate All cause vnborne could neuer be the Natiue Of our so franke Donation Well what then How shall this Bosome-multiplied digest The Senates Courtesie Let deeds expresse What 's like to be their words We did request it We are the greater pole and in true feare They gaue vs our demands Thus we debase The Nature of our Seats and make the Rabble Call our Cares Feares which will in time Breake ope the Lockes a' th' Senate and bring in The Crowes to pecke the Eagles Mene. Come enough Bru. Enough with ouer measure Corio No take more What may be sworne by both Diuine and Humane Seale what I end withall This double worship Whereon part do's disdaine with cause the other Insult without all reason where Gentry Title wisedom Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of generall Ignorance it must omit Reall Necessities and giue way the while To vnstable Slightnesse Purpose so barr'd it followes Nothing is done to purpose Therefore beseech you You that will be lesse fearefull then discreet That loue the Fundamentall part of State More then you doubt the change on 't That preferre A Noble life before a Long and Wish To iumpe a Body with a dangerous Physicke That 's sure of death without it at once plucke out The Multitudinous Tongue let them not â—icke The sweet which is their poyson Your dishonor Mangles true iudgement and bereaues the State Of that Integrity which should becom 't Not hauing the power to do the good it would For th' ill which doth controul't Bru. Has said enough Sicin Ha's spoken like a Traitor and shall answer As Traitors do Corio Thou wretch despight ore-whelme thee What should the people do with these bald Tribunes On whom depending their obedience failes To ' th' greater Bench in a Rebellion When what 's not meeâ— but what must be was Law Then were they chosen in a better houre Let what is meet be saide it must be meet And throw their power i' th' dust Bru. Manifest Treason Sicin This a Consull No. Enter an Aedile Bru. The Ediles hoe Let him be apprehended Sicin Go call the people in whose name my Selfe Attach thee as a Traitorous Innouator A Foe to ' th' publike Weale Obey I charge thee And follow to thine answer Corio Hence old Goat All. Wee 'l Surety him Com. Ag'd sir hands-off Corio Hence rotten thing or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy Garments Sicin Helpe ye Citizens Enter a rabble of Plebeians with the Aediles Mene. On both sides more respect Sicin Heere 's hee that would take from you all your power Bru. Seize him Aediles All. Downe with him downe with him 2 Sen. Weapons weapons weapons They all bustle about Coriolanus Tribunes Patricians Citizens what ho Sicinius Brutus Coriolanus Citizens All. Peace peace peace stay hold peace Mene. What is about to be I am out of Breath Confusions neere I cannot speake You Tribunes To ' th' people Coriolanus patience Speak good Sicinius Scici Heare me People peace All. Let 's here our Tribune peace speake speake speake Scici You are at point to lose your Liberties Martius would haue all from you Martius Whom late you haue nam'd for Consull Mene. Fie fie fie this is the way to kindle not to quench Sena To vnbuild the Citie and to lay all flat Scici What is the Citie but the People All. True the People are the Citie Brut. By the consent of all we were establish'd the Peoples Magistrates All. You so remaine Mene. And so are like to doe Com. That is the way to lay the Citie flat To bring the Roofe to the Foundation And burie all which
Why sir that is as fit as can be to serue for your Oration and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour from you Tit. Tell mee can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a Grace Clowne Nay truely sir I could neuer say grace in all my life Tit. Sirrah come hither make no more adoe But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands Hold hold meane while her 's money for thy charges Giue me pen and inke Sirrah can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication Clowne I sir Titus Then here is a Supplication for you and when you come to him at the first approach you must kneele then kisse his foote then deliuer vp your Pigeons and then looke for your reward I le be at hand sir see you do it brauely Clowne I warrant you sir let me alone Tit. Sirrha hast thou a knife Come let me see it Heere Marcus fold it in the Oration For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour Knocke at my dore and tell me what he sayes Clowne God be with you sir I will Exit Tit. Come Marcus let vs goe Publius follow me Exeunt Enter Emperour and Empresse and her two sonnes the Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him Satur. Why Lords What wrongs are these was euer seene An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne Troubled Confronted thus and for the extent Of eg all iustice vs'd in such contempt My Lords you know the mightfull Gods How euer these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples eares there nought hath past But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes Of old Andronicus And what and if His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes His fits his frenzie and his bitternesse And now he writes to heauen for his redresse See heere 's to Ioue and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of warre Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate And blazoning our Iniustice euery where A goodly humour is it not my Lords As who would say in Rome no Iustice were But if I liue his fained extasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages But he and his shall know that Iustice liues In Saturninus health whom if he sleepe Hee 'l so awake as he in fury shall Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues Tamo My gracious Lord my louely Saturnine Lord of my life Commander of my thoughts Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe and scar'd his heart And rather comfort his distressed plight Then prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts Why thus it shall become High witted Tamora to glose with all Aside But Titus I haue touch'd thee to the quicke Thy life blood out If Aaron now be wise Then is all safe the Anchor 's in the Port. Enter Clowne How now good fellow would'st thou speake with vs Clow. Yea forsooth and your Mistership be Emperiall Tam. Empresse I am but yonder sits the Emperour Clo. 'T is he God Saint Stephen giue you good den I haue brought you a Letter a couple of Pigions heere He reads the Letter Satu. Goe take him away and hang him presently Clowne How much money must I haue Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd Clow. Hang'd ber Lady then I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end Exit Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villany I know from whence this same deuise proceedes May this be borne As if his traytrous Sonnes That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor Age nor Honour shall shape priuiledge For this proud mocke I le be thy slaughter man Sly franticke wretch that holp'st to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me Enter Nuntius Emillius Satur. What newes with thee Emillius Emil. Arme my Lords Rome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gather'd head and with a power Of high resolued men bent to the spoyle They hither march amaine vnder conduct Of Lucius Sonne to old Andronicus Who threats in course of this reuenge to do As much as euer Coriolanus did King Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes These tydings nip me and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grasse beat downe with stormes I now begins our sorrowes to approach 'T is he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say When I haue walked like a priuate man That Lucius banishment was wrongfully And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour Tam. Why should you feare Is not our City strong King I but the Cittizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from me to succour him Tam. King be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name Is the Sunne dim'd that Gnats do flie in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melodie Euen so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome Then cheare thy spirit for know thou Emperour I will enchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweet and yet more dangerous Then baites to fish or hony stalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the baite The other rotted with delicious foode King But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs. Tam. If Tamora entreat him then he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eare With golden promises that were his heart Almost Impregnable his old eares deafe Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue Goe thou before to our Embassadour Say that the Emperour requests a parly Of warlike Lucius and appoint the meeting King Emillius do this message Honourably And if he stand in Hostage for his safety Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best Emill Your bidding shall I do effectually Exit Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe And bury all thy feare in my deuises Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him Exit Actus Quintus Flourish Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes with Drum and Souldiers Luci. Approued warriours and my faithfull Friends I haue receiued Letters from great Rome Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desirous of our sight they are Therefore great Lords be as your Titles witnesse Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe Let him make treble satisfaction Goth. Braue slip sprung from the Great Andronicus Whose name was once our terrour now our comfort Whose high exploits and honourable Deeds Ingratefull Rome requites
sence That keepe the word of promise to our eare And breake it to our hope I le not fight with thee Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward And liue to be the shew and gaze o' th' time Wee 'l haue thee as our rarer Monsters are Painted vpon a pole and vnder-writ Heere may you see the Tyrant Macb. I will not yeeld To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet And to be baited with the Rabbles curse Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane And thou oppos'd being of no woman borne Yet I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike Shield Lay on Macduffe And damn'd be him that first cries hold enough Exeunt fighting Alarums Enter Fighting and Macbeth slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter with Drumme and Colours Malcolm Seyward Rosse Thanes Soldiers Mal. I would the Friends we misse were safe arriu'd Sey. Some must go off and yet by these I see So great a day as this is cheapely bought Mal. Macduffe is missing and your Noble Sonne Rosse Your son my Lord ha's paid a souldiers debt He onely liu'd but till he was a man The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd In the vnshrinking station where he fought But like a man he dy'de Sey. Then he is dead Rosse I and brought off the field your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth for then It hath no end Sey. Had he his hurts before Rosse I on the Front Sey. Why then Gods Soldier be he Had I as many Sonnes as I haue haires I would not wish them to a fairer death And so his Knell is knoll'd Mal. Hee 's worth more sorrow And that I le spend for him Sey. He 's worth no more They say he parted well and paid his score And so God be with him Here comes newer comfort Enter Macduffe with Macbeths head Macd. Haile King for so thou art Behold where stands Th' Vsurpers cursed head the time is free I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle That speake my salutation in their minds Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine Haile King of Scotland All. Haile King of Scotland Flourish Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time Before we reckon with your seuerall loues And make vs euen with you My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earles the first that euer Scotland In such an Honor nam'd What 's more to do Which would be planted newly with the time As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny Producing forth the cruell Ministers Of this dead Butcher and his Fiend-like Queene Who as 't is thought by selfe and violent hands Tooke off her life This and what needfull else That call's vpon vs by the Grace of Grace We will performe in measure time and place So thankes to all at once and to each one Whom we inuite to see vs Crown'd at Scone Flourish Exeunt Omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF HAMLET Prince of Denmarke Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels Barnardo WHo 's there Fran. Nay answer me Stand vnfold your selfe Bar. Long liue the King Fran. Barnardo Bar. He. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre Bar. 'T is now strook twelue get thee to bed Francisco Fran. For this releefe much thankes 'T is bitter cold And I am sicke at heart Barn Haue you had quiet Guard Fran. Not a Mouse stirring Barn Well goodnight If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus the Riuals of my Watch bid them make hast Enter Horatio and Marcellus Fran. I thinke I heare them Stand who 's there Hor. Friends to this ground Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane Fran. Giue you good night Mar. O farwel honest Soldier who hath relieu'd you Fra. Barnardo ha's my place giue you goodnight Exit Fran. Mar. Holla Barnardo Bar. Say what is Horatio there Hor. A peece of him Bar. Welcome Horatio welcome good Marcellus Mar. What ha's this thing appear'd againe to night Bar. I haue seene nothing Mar. Horatio saies 't is but our Fantasie And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs to watch the minutes of this Night That if againe this Apparition come He may approue our eyes and speake to it Hor. Tush tush 't will not appeare Bar. Sit downe a-while And let vs once againe assaile your eares That are so fortified against our Story What we two Nights haue seene Hor. Well sit we downe And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this Barn Last night of all When yond same Starre that 's Westward from the Pole Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes Marcellus and my selfe The Bell then beating one Mar. Peace breake thee of Enter the Ghost Looke where it comes againe Barn In the same figure like the King that 's dead Mar. Thou art a Scholler speake to it Horatio Barn Lookes it not like the King Marke it Horatio Hora. Most like It harrowes me with fear wonder Barn It would be spoke too Mar. Question it Horatio Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march By Heauen I charge thee speake Mar. It is offended Barn See it stalkes away Hor. Stay speake speake I Charge thee speake Exit the Ghost Mar. 'T is gone and will not answer Barn How now Horatio You tremble look pale Is not this something more then Fantasie What thinke you on 't Hor. Before my God I might not this beleeue Without the sensible and true auouch Of mine owne eyes Mar. Is it not like the King Hor. As thou art to thy selfe Such was the very Armour he had on When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted So frown'd he once when in an angry parle He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice 'T is strange Mar. Thus twice before and iust at this dead houre With Martiall stalke hath he gone by our Watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion This boades some strange erruption to our State Mar. Good now sit downe tell me he that knowes Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre Why such impresse of Ship-wrights whose sore Taske Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke What might be toward that this sweaty hast Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day Who is' t that can informe me Hor. That can I At least the whisper goes so Our last King Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs Was as you know by Fortinbras of Norway Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride Dar'd to the Combate In which our Valiant Hamlet For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him Did slay this
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
desart Ham. Gods bodykins man better Vse euerie man after his desart and who should scape whipping vse them after your own Honor and Dignity The lesse they deserue the more merit is in your bountie Take them in Pol. Come sirs Exit Polon Ham. Follow him Friends wee 'l heare a play to morrow Dost thou heare me old Friend can you play the murther of Gonzago Play I my Lord. Ham. Wee 'l ha 't to morrow night You could for a need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines which I would set downe and insert in 't Could ye not Play I my Lord. Ham. Very well Follow that Lord and looke you mock him not My good Friends I le leaue you til night you are welcome to Elsonower Rosin Good my Lord. Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. I so God buy'ye Now I am alone Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I Is it not monstrous that this Player heere But in a Fixion in a dreame of Passion Could force his soule so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage warm'd Teares in his eyes distraction in 's Aspect A broken voyce and his whole Function suiting With Formes to his Conceit And all for nothing For Hecuba What 's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weepe for her What would he doe Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion That I haue He would drowne the Stage with teares And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech Make mad the guilty and apale the free Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed The very faculty of Eyes and Eares Yet I A dull and muddy-metled Rascall peake Like Iohn a-dreames vnpregnant of my cause And can say nothing No not for a King Vpon whose property and most deere life A damn'd defeate was made Am I a Coward Who calles me Villaine breakes my pate a-crosse Pluckes off my Beard and blowes it in my face Tweakes me by ' th' Nose giues me the Lye i' th' Throate As deepe as to the Lungs Who does me this Ha Why I should take it for it cannot be But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd and lacke Gall To make Oppression bitter or ere this I should haue fatted all the Region Kites With this Slaues Offall bloudy a Bawdy villaine Remorselesse Treacherous Letcherous kindles villaine Oh Vengeance Who What an Asse am I I sure this is most braue That I the Sonne of the Deere murthered Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen and Hell Must like a Whore vnpacke my heart with words And fall a Cursing like a very Drab A Scullion Fye vpon 't Foh About my Braine I haue heard that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene Bene strooke so to the soule that presently They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions For Murther though it haue no tongue will speake With most myraculous Organ I le haue these Players Play something like the murder of my Father Before mine Vnkle I le obserue his lookes I le tent him to the quicke If he but blench I know my course The Spirit that I haue seene May be the Diuell and the Diuel hath power T' assume a pleasing shape yea and perhaps Out of my Weaknesse and my Melancholly As he is very potent with such Spirits Abuses me to damne me I le haue grounds More Relatiue then this The Play 's the thing Wherein I le catch the Conscience of the King Exit Enter King Queene Polonius Ophelia Rosincrance Guildenstern and Lords King And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this Confusion Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy Rosin He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted But from what cause he will by no meanes speake Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state Qu. Did he receiue you well Rosin Most like a Gentleman Guild But with much forcing of his disposition Rosin Niggard of question but of our demands Most free in his reply Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime Rosin Madam it so fell out that certaine Players We ore-wrought on the way of these we told him And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy To heare of it They are about the Court And as I thinke they haue already order This night to play before him Pol. 'T is most true And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties To heare and see the matter King With all my heart and it doth much content me To heare him so inclin'd Good Gentlemen Giue him a further edge and driue his purpose on To these delights Rosin We shall my Lord. Exeunt King Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither That he as 't were by accident may there Affront Ophelia Her Father and my selfe lawful espials Will so bestow our selues that seeing vnseene We may of their encounter frankely iudge And gather by him as he is behaued If 't be th' affliction of his loue or no. That thus he suffers for Qu. I shall obey you And for your part Ophelia I do wish That your good Beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildenesse so shall I hope your Vertues Will bring him to his wonted way againe To both your Honors Ophe. Madam I wish it may Pol. Ophelia walke you heere Gracious so please ye We will bestow our selues Reade on this booke That shew of such an exercise may colour Your lonelinesse We are oft too blame in this 'T is too much prou'd that with Deuotions visage And pious Action we do surge o're The diuell himselfe King Oh 't is true How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it Then is my deede to my most painted word Oh heauie burthen Pol. I heare him comming let 's withdraw my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Ham. To be or not to be that is the Question Whether 't is Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles And by opposing end them to dye to sleepe No more and by a sleepe to say we end The Heart-ake and the thousand Naturall shockes That Flesh is heyre too 'T is a consummation Deuoutly to be wish'd To dye to sleepe To sleepe perchance to Dreame I there 's the rub For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile Must giue vs pawse There 's the respect That makes Calamity of so long life For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time The Oppressors wrong the poore mans Contumely The pangs of dispriz'd Loue the Lawes delay The insolence of Office and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes When he himselfe might his Quietus make With a bare
my Father brands the Harlot Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother King What is the cause Laertes That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like Let him go Gertrude Do not feare our person There 's such Diuinity doth hedge a King That Treason can but peepe to what it would Acts little of his will Tell me Laertes Why thou art thus Incenst Let him go Gertrude Speake man Laer. Where 's my Father King Dead Qu. But not by him King Let him demand his fill Laer. How came he dead I le not be Iuggel'd with To hell Allegeance Vowes to the blackest diuell Conscience and Grace to the profoundest Pit I dare Damnation to this point I stand That both the worlds I giue to negligence Let come what comes onely I le be reueng'd Most throughly for my Father King Who shall stay you Laer. My Will not all the world And for my meanes I le husband them so well They shall go farre with little King Good Laertes If you desire to know the certaintie Of your deere Fathers death if writ in your reuenge That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe Winner and Looser Laer. None but his Enemies King Will you know them then La. To his good Friends thus wide I le ope my Armes And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician Repast them with my blood King Why now you speake Like a good Childe and a true Gentleman That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death And am most sensible in greefe for it It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do's to your eye A noise within Let her come in Enter Ophelia Laer. How now what noise is that Oh heate drie vp my Braines teares seuen times salt Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye By Heauen thy madnesse shall be payed by waight Till our Scale turnes the beame Oh Rose of May Deere Maid kinde Sister sweet Ophelia Oh Heauens is' t possible a yong Maids wits Should be as mortall as an old mans life Nature is fine in Loue and where 't is fine It sends some precious instance of it selfe After the thing it loues Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer Hey non nony nony hey nony And on his graue raines many a teare Fare you well my Doue Laer. Had'st thou thy wits and did'st perswade Reuenge it could not moue thus Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe and you call him a-downe-a Oh how the wheele becomes it It is the false Steward that stole his masters daughter Laer. This nothings more then matter Ophe. There 's Rosemary that 's for Remembraunce Pray loue remember and there is Paconcies that 's for Thoughts Laer. A document in madnesse thoughts remembrance fitted Ophe. There 's Fennell for you and Columbines ther 's Rew for you and heere 's some for me Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference There 's a Daysie I would giue you some Violets but they wither'd all when my Father dyed They say he made a good end For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy Laer. Thought and Affliction Passion Hell it selfe She turnes to Fauour and to prettinesse Ophe. And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no he is dead go to thy Death-bed He neuer wil come againe His Beard as white as Snow All Flaxen was his Pole He is gone he is gone and we cast away mone Gramercy on his Soule And of all Christian Soules I pray God God buy ye Exeunt Ophelia Laer. Do you see this you Gods King Laertes I must common with your greefe Or you deny me right go but apart Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch'd we will our Kingdome giue Our Crowne our Life and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction But if not Be you content to lend your patience to vs And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content Laer. Let this be so His meanes of death his obscure buriall No Trophee Sword nor Hatchment o're his bones No Noble rite nor formall ostentation Cry to be heard as 't were from Heauen to Earth That I must call in question King So you shall And where th' offence is let the great Axe fall I pray you go with me Exeunt Enter Horatio with an Attendant Hora. What are they that would speake with me Ser. Saylors sir they say they haue Letters for you Hor. Let them come in I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet Enter Saylor Say God blesse you Sir Hor. Let him blesse thee too Say Hee shall Sir and 't please him There 's a Letter for you Sir It comes from th' Ambassadours that was bound for England if your name be Horatio as I am let to know it is Reads the Letter HOratio When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this giue these Fellowes some meanes to the King They haue Letters for him Ere we were two dayes old at Sea a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace Finding our selues too slow of Saile we put on a compelled Valour In the Grapple I boorded them On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe so I alone became their Prisoner They haue dealt with mee like Theeues of Mercy but they knew what they did I am to doe a good turne for them Let the King haue the Letters I haue sent and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest flye death I haue words to speake in your eare will make thee-dumbe yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am Rosincrance and Guildensterne hold their course for England Of them I haue much to tell thee Farewell He that thou knowest thine Hamlet Come I will giue you way for these your Letters And do 't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them Exit Enter King and Laertes King Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for Friend Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare That he which hath your Noble Father slaine Pursued my life Laer. It well appeares But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feates So crimefull and so Capitall in Nature As by your Safety Wisedome all things else You mainly were stirr'd vp King O for two speciall Reasons Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnowed And yet to me they are strong The Queen his Mother Liues almost by his lookes and for my selfe My Vertue or my Plague be it either which She 's so coniunctiue to my life and soule That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere I could not but by her The other Motiue Why to a publike count I might not go Is the great
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
who Iago Marry to Come Captaine will you go Othel. Haue with you Cassio Here comes another Troope to seeke for you Enter Brabantio Rodorigo with Officers and Torches Iago It is Brabantio Generall be aduis'd He comes to bad intent Othello Holla stand there Rodo Signior it is the Moore Bra. Downe with him Theefe Iago You Rodorigoc Cme Sir I am for you Othe Keepe vp your bright Swords for the dew will rust them Good Signior you shall more command with yeares then with your Weapons Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter Damn'd as thou art thou hast enchaunted her For I le referre me to all things of sense If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound Whether a Maid so tender Faire and Happie So opposite to Marriage that she shun'd The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation Would euer haue t'encurre a generall mocke Run from her Guard age to the sootie bosome Of such a thing as thou to feare not to delight Iudge me the world if 't is not grosse in sense That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes Abus'd her delicate Youth with Drugs or Minerals That weakens Motion I le haue 't disputed on 'T is probable and palpable to thinking I therefore apprehend and do attach thee For an abuser of the World a practiser Of Arts inhibited and out of warrant Lay hold vpon him if he do resist Subdue him at his perill Othe Hold your hands Both you of my inclining and the rest Were it my Cue to fight I should haue knowne it Without a Prompter Whether will you that I goe To answere this your charge Bra. To Prison till fit time Of Law and course of direct Session Call thee to answer Othe What if do obey How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd Whose Messengers are heere about my side Vpon some present businesse of the State To bring me to him Officer 'T is true most worthy Signior The Dukes in Counsell and your Noble selfe I am sure is sent for Bra. How The Duke in Counsell In this time of the night Bring him away Mine's not an idle Cause The Duke himselfe Or any of my Brothers of the State Cannot but feele this wrong as 't were their owne For if such Actions may haue passage free Bond-slaues and Pagans shall our Statesmen be Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Duke Senators and Officers Duke There 's no composition in this Newes That giues them Credite 1. Sen. Indeed they are disproportioned My Letters say a Hundred and seuen Gallies Duke And mine a Hundred fortie 2. Sena And mine two Hundred But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt As in these Cases where the ayme reports 'T is oft with difference yet do they all confirme A Turkish Fleete and bearing vp to Cyprus Duke Nay it is possible enough to iudgement I do not so secure me in the Error But the maine Article I do approue In fearefull sense Saylor within What hoa what hoa what hoa Enter Saylor Officer A Messenger from the Gallies Duke Now What 's the businesse Sailor The Turkish Preparation makes for Rhodes So was I bid report here to the State By Signior Angelo Duke How say you by this change 1. Sen. This cannot be By no assay of reason 'T is a Pageant To keepe vs in false gaze when we consider Th' importancie of Cyprus to the Turke And let our selues againe but vnderstand That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes So may he with more facile question beare it For that it stands not in such Warrelike brace But altogether lackes th' abilities The Rhodes is dress'd in If we make thought of this We must not thinke the Turke is so vnskillfull To leaue that latest which concernes him first Neglecting an attempt of ease and gaine To wake and wage a danger profitlesse Duke Nay in all confidence he 's not for Rhodes Officer Here is more Newes Enter a Messenger Messen The Ottamites Reueren'd and Gracious Steering with due course toward the I le of Rhodes Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete 1. Sen. I so I thought how many as you guesse Mess Of thirtie Saile and now they do re-stem Their backward course bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus Signior Montano Your trustie and most Valiant Seruitour With his free dutie recommends you thus And prayes you to beleeue him Duke 'T is certaine then for Cyprus Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne 1. Sen. He 's now in Florence Duke Write from vs To him Post Post-haste dispatch 1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the Valiant Moore Enter Brabantio Othello Cassio Iago Rodorigo and Officers Duke Valiant Othello we must straight employ you Against the generall Enemy Ottoman I did not see you welcome gentle Signior We lack't your Counsaile and your helpe to night Bra. So did I yours Good your Grace pardon me Neither my place hor ought I heard of businesse Hath rais'd me from my bed nor doth the generall care Take hold on me For my perticular griefe Is of so flood-gate and ore-bearing Nature That it engluts and swallowes other sorrowes And it is still it selfe Duke Why What 's the matter Bra. My Daughter oh my Daughter Sen. Dead Bra. I to me She is abus'd stolne from me and corrupted By Spels and Medicines bought of Mountebanks For Nature so prepostrously to erre Being not deficient blind or lame of sense Sans witch-craft could not Duke Who ere he be that in this foule proceeding Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe And you of her the bloodie Booke of Law You shall your selfe read in the bitter letter After your owne sense yea though our proper Son Stood in your Action Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace Here is the man this Moore whom now it seemes Your speciall Mandate for the State affaires Hath hither brought All. We are verie sorry for 't Duke What in your owne part can you say to this Bra. Nothing but this is so Othe Most Potent Graue and Reueren'd Signiors My very Noble and approu'd good Masters That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter It is most true true I haue married her The verie head and front of my offending Hath this extent no more Rude am I in my speech And little bless'd with the soft phrase of Peace For since these Armes of mine had seuen yeares pith Till now some nine Moones wasted they haue vs'd Their deerest action in the Tented Field And little of this great world can I speake More then pertaines to Feats of Broiles and Battaile And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for my selfe Yet by your gratious patience I will a round vn-varnish'd â— Tale deliuer Of my whole course of Loue. What Drugges what Charmes What Coniuration and what mighty Magicke For such proceeding I am charg'd withall I won his Daughter Bra. A Maiden neuer bold Of Spirit so still and quiet that her Motion Blush'd at her selfe and she in
my Sonne Who shall take notice of thee I le moue the King To any shape of thy Preferment such As thou'lt desire and then my selfe I cheefely That set thee on to this desert am bound To loade thy merit richly Call my women Exit Pisa Thinke on my words A slye and constant knaue Not to be shak'd the Agent for his Master And the Remembrancer of her to hold The hand-fast to her Lord. I haue giuen him that Which if he take shall quite vnpeople her Of Leidgers for her Sweete and which she after Except she bend her humor shall be assur'd To taste of too Enter Pisanio and Ladies So so Well done well done The Violets Cowslippes and the Prime-Roses Beare to my Closset Fare thee well Pisanio Thinke on my words Exit Qu. and Ladies Pisa And shall do But when to my good Lord I proue vntrue I le choake my selfe there 's all Ile do for you Exit Scena Septima Enter Imogen alone Imo. A Father cruell and a Stepdame false A Foolish Suitor to a Wedded-Lady That hath her Husband banish'd O that Husband My supreame Crowne of griefe and those repeated Vexations of it Had I bin Theefe-stolne As my two Brothers happy but most miserable Is the desires that 's glorious Blessed be those How meane so ere that haue their honest wills Which seasons comfort Who may this be Fye Enter Pisanio and Iachimo Pisa Madam a Noble Gentleman of Rome Comes from my Lord with Letters Iach. Change you Madam The Worthy Leonatus is in safety And greetes your Highnesse deerely Imo. Thanks good Sir You 're kindly welcome Iach. All of her that is out of doore most rich If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare She is alone th' Arabian-Bird and I Haue lost the wager Boldnesse be my Friend Arme me Audacitie from head to foote Orlike the Parthian I shall flying fight Rather directly fly Imogen reads He is one of the Noblest note to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied Reflect vpon him accordingly as you value your trust Leonatus So farre I reade aloud But euen the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by ' th' rest and take it thankefully You are as welcome worthy Sir as I Haue words to bid you and shall finde it so In all that I can do Iach. Thankes fairest Lady What are men mad Hath Nature giuen them eyes To see this vaulted Arch and the rich Crop Of Sea and Land which can distinguish 'twixt The firie Orbes aboue and the twinn'd Stones Vpon the number'd Beach and can we not Partition make with Spectales so pretious Twixt faire and foule Imo. What makes your admiration Iach. It cannot be i' th' eye for Apes and Monkeys 'Twixt two such She 's would chatter this way and Contemne with mowes the other Nor i' th' iudgment For Idiots in this case of fauour would Be wisely definit Nor i' th' Appetite Sluttery to such neare Excellence oppos'd Should make desire vomit emptinesse Not so allurâ—d to feed Imo. What is the matter trow Iach. The Cloyed will That satiate yet vnsatisfi'd desire that Tub Both fill'd and running Rauening first the Lambe Longs after for the Garbage Imo. What deere Sir Thus rap's you Are you well Iach. Thanks Madam well Beseech you Sir Desire my Man's abode where I did leaue him He 's strange and peeuish Pisa I was going Sir To giue him welcome Exit Imo. Continues well my Lord His health beseech you Iach. Well Madam Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth I hope he is Iach. Exceeding pleasant none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome he is call'd The Britaine Reueller Imo. When he was heere He did incline to sadnesse and oft times Not knowing why Iach. I neuer saw him sad There is a Frenchman his Companion one An eminent Monsieur that it seemes much loues A Gallian-Girle at home He furnaces The thicke sighes from him whiles the iolly Britaine Your Lord I meane laughes from 's free lungs cries oh Can my sides hold to think that man who knowes By History Report or his owne proofe What woman is yea what she cannot choose But must be will 's free houres languish For assured bonâ—age Imo. Will my Lord say so Iach. I Madam with his eyes in flood with laughter It is a Recreation to be by And heare him mocke the Frenchman But Heauen 's know some men are much too blame Imo. Not he I hope Iach. Not he But yet Heauen 's bounty towards him might Be vs'd more thankfully In himselfe 't is much In you which I account his beyond all Talents Whil'st I am bound to wonder I am bound To pitty too Imo. What do you pitty Sir Iach. Two Creatures heartyly Imo. Am I one Sir You looke on me what wrack discerne you in me Deserues your pitty Iach. Lamentable what To hide me from the radiant Sun and solace I' th' Dungeon by a Snuffe Imo. I pray you Sir Deliuer with more opennesse your answeres To my demands Why do you pitty me Iach. That others do I was about to say enioy your but It is an office of the Gods to venge it Not mine to speake on 't Imo. You do seeme to know Something of me or what concernes me pray you Since doubting things go ill often hurts more Then to be sure they do For Certainties Either are past remedies or timely knowing The remedy then borne Discouer to me What both you spur and stop Iach ' Had I this cheeke To bathe my lips vpon this hand whose touch Whose euery touch would force the Feelers soule To ' th' oath of loyalty This obâ—ect which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye Fiering it onely heere should I damn'd then Slauuer with lippes as common as the stayres That mount the Capitoll Ioyne gripes with hands Made hard with hourely falshood falshood as With labour then by peeping in an eye Base and illustrious as the smoakie light That 's fed with stinking Tallow it were fit That all the plagues of Hell should at one time Encounter such reuolt Imo. My Lord I feare Has forgot Brittaine Iach. And himselfe not I Inclin'd to this intelligence pronounce The Beggery of his change but 't is your Graces That from my mutest Conscience to my tongue Charmes this report out Imo. Let me heare no more Iach. O deerest Soule your Cause doth strike my hart With pitty that doth make me sicke A Lady So faire and fasten'd to an Emperie Would make the great'st King double to be partner'd With Tomboyes hyr'd with that selfe exhibition Which your owne Coffers yeeld with diseas'd ventures That play with all Infirmities for Gold Which rottennesse can lend Nature Such boyl'd stuffe As well might poyson Poyson Be reueng'd Or she that bore you was no Queene and you Recoyle from your great Stocke Imo. Reueng'd How should I be reueng'd If this be true As I haue such a Heart that both mine eares Must not in haste abuse if it be true How should I be
being yours and so great Powres If you will take this Audit take this life And cancell these cold Bonds Oh Imogen I le speake to thee in silence Solemne Musicke Enter as in an Apparation Sicillius Leonatus Father to Posthumus an old man attyred like a warriour leading in his hand an ancient Matron his wife Mother to Posthumus with Musicke before them Then after other Musicke followes the two young Leonati Brothers to Posthumus with wounds as they died in the warrs They circle Posthumus round as he lies sleeping Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Master shew thy spight on Mortall Flies With Mars fall out with Iuno chide that thy Adulteries Rates and Reuenges Hath my poore Boy done ought but well whose face I neuer saw I dy'de whil'st in the Wombe he staide attending Natures Law Whos 's Father then as men report thou Orphanes Father art Thou should'st haue bin and sheelded him from this earth-vexing smart Moth. Lucina lent not me her ayde but tooke me in my Throwes That from me was Posthumus ript came crying ' mong'st his Foes A thing of pitty Sicil. Great Nature like his Ancestrie moulded the stuffe so faire That hed seru'd the praise o' th' World as great Sicilius heyre 1. Bro. When once he was mature for man in Britaine where was hee That could stand vp his paralell Or fruitfull obiect bee In eye of Imogen that bâ—st could deeme his dignitie Mo. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt to be exil'd and throwne From Leonati Seate and cast from her his deerest one Sweete Imogen Sic. Why did you suffer Iachimo slight thing of Italy To taint his Nobler hart braine with needlesse ielousy And to become the geeke and scorne o' th' others vilany 2 Bro. For this from stiller Seats we came our Parents and vs twaine That striking in our Countries cause fell brauely and were slaine Our Fealty Tenantius right with Honor to maintaine 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath to Cymbeline perform'd Then Iupiter y u King of Gods why hast y u thus adiourn'd The Graces for his Merits due being all to dolors turn'd Sicil. Thy Christall window ope looke looke out no longer exercise Vpon a valiant Race thy harsh and potent iniuries Moth. Since Iupiter our Son is good take off his miseries Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion helpe or we poore Ghosts will cry To ' th' shining Synod of the rest against thy Deity Brothers Helpe Iupiter or we appeale and from thy iustice flye Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning sitting vppon an Eagle hee throwes a Thunder-bolt The Ghostes fall on their knees Iupiter No more you petty Spirits of Region low Offend our hearing hush How dare you Ghostes Accuse the Thunderer whose Bolt you know Sky-planted batters all rebelling Coasts Poore shadowes of Elizium hence and rest Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres Be not with mortall accidents opprest No care of yours it is you know 't is ours Whom best I loue I crosse to make my guift The more delay'd delighted Be content Your low-laide Sonne our Godhead will vplift His Comforts thriue his Trials well are spent Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth and in Our Temple was he married Rise and fade He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen And happier much by his Affliction made This Tablet lay vpon his Brest wherein Our pleasure his full Fortune doth confine And so away no farther with your dinne Expresse Impatience least you stirre vp mine Mount Eagle to my Palace Christalline Ascends Sicil. He came in Thunder his Celestiall breath Was sulphurous to smell the holy Eagle Stoop'd as to foote vs his Ascension is More sweet then our blest Fields his Royall Bird Prunes the immortall wing and cloyes his Beake As when his God is pleas'd All. Thankes Iupiter Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes he is enter'd His radiant Roofe Away and to be blest Let vs with care performe his great behest Vanish Post Sleepe thou hast bin a Grandsire and begot A Father to me and thou hâ—st created A Mother and two Brothers But oh scorne Gone they went hence so soone as they were borne And so I am awake Poore Wretches that depend On Greatnesse Fauour Dreame as I haue done Wake and finde nothing But alas I swerue Many Dreame not to finde neither deserue And yet are steep'd in Fauours so am I That haue this Golden chance and know not why What Fayeries haunt this ground A Book Oh rare one Be not as is our fangled world a Garment Nobler then that it couers Let thy effects So follow to be most vnlike our Courtiers As good as promise Reades WHen as a Lyons whelpe shall to himselfe vnknown without seeking finde and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender Ayre And when from a stately Cedar shall be lopt branches which being dead many yeares shall after reuiue bee ioynted to the old Stocke and freshly grow then shall Posthumus end his miseries Britaine be fortunate and flourish in Peace and Plentie 'T is still a Dreame or else such stuffe as Madmen Tongue and braine not either both or nothing Or senselesse speaking or a speaking such As sense cannot vntye Be what it is The Action of my life is like it which I le keepe If but for simpathy Enter Gaoler Gao Come Sir are you ready for death Post Ouer-roasted rather ready long ago Gao Hanging is the word Sir if you bee readie for that you are well Cook'd Post So if I proue a good repast to the Spectators the dish payes the shot Gao A heauy reckoning for you Sir But the comfort is you shall be called to no more payments fear no more Tauerne Bils which are often the sadnesse of parting as the procuring of mirth you come in faint for want of meate depart reeling with too much drinke sorrie that you haue payed too much and sorry that you are payed too much Purse and Braine both empty the Brain the heauier for being too light the Purse too light being drawne of heauinesse Oh of this contradiction you shall now be quit Oh the charity of a penny Cord it summes vp thousands in a trice you haue no true Debitor and Creditor but it of what 's past is and to come the discharge your necke Sis is Pen Booke and Counters so the Acquittance followes Post I am merrier to dye then thou art to liue Gao Indeed Sir he that sleepes feeles not the Tooth-Ache but a man that were to sleepe your sleepe and a Hangman to helpe him to bed I think he would change places with his Officer for look you Sir you know not which way you shall go Post Yes indeed do I fellow Gao Your death has eyes in 's head then I haue not seene him so pictur'd you must either bee directed by some that take vpon them to know or to take vpon your selfe that which I am sure you do not know â—or iump the after-enquiry on your owne perill and how you shall speed in your iournies end
siz'd my Feare is so King Faith I must leaue thee Loue and shortly too My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde Honour'd belou'd and haply one as kinde For Husband shalt thou Bap. Oh confound the rest Such Loue must needs be Treason in my brest In second Husband let me be accurst None wed the second but who kill'd the first Ham. Wormwood Wormwood Bapt. The instances that second Marriage moue Are base respects of Thrist but none of Loue. A second time I kill my Husband dead When second Husband kisses me in Bed King I do beleeue you Think what now you speak But what we do determine oft we breake Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie Of violent Birth but poore validitie Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee Most necessary 't is that we forget To pay our selues what to our selues is debt What to our selues in passion we propose The passion ending doth the purpose lose The violence of other Greefe or Ioy Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy Where Ioy most Reuels Greefe doth most lament Greefe ioyes Ioy greeues on slender accident This world is not for aye nor 't is not strange That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change For 't is a question left vs yet to proue Whether Loue lead Fortune or else Fortune Loue. The great man downe you marke his fauourites flies The poore aduanc'd makes Friends of Enemies And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend For who not needs shall neuer lacke a Frend And who in want a hollow Friend doth try Directly seasons him his Enemie But orderly to end where I begun Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne Our thoughts are ours their ends none of our owne So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food nor Heauen light Sport and repose locke from me day and night Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy Meet what I would haue well and it destroy Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife If once a Widdow euer I be Wife Ham. If she should breake it now King 'T is deepely sworne Sweet leaue me heere a while My spirits grow dull and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine Sleepes And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine Exit Ham. Madam how like you this Play Qu. The Lady protests to much me thinkes Ham. Oh but shee 'l keepe her word King Haue you heard the Argument is there no Offence in 't Ham. No no they do but iest poyson in iest no Offence i' th' world King What do you call the Play Ham. The Mouse-trap Marry how Tropically This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna Gonzago is the Dukes name his wife Baptista you shall see anon 't is a knauish peece of worke But what o' that Your Maiestie and wee that haue free soules it touches vs not let the gail dâ—iade winch our withers are vnrung Enter Lucianus This is one Lucianus nephew to the King Ophe. You are a good Chorus my Lord. Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue if I could see the Puppets dallying Ophe. You are keene my Lord you are keene Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge Ophe. Still better and worse Ham. So you mistake Husbands Begin Murderer Pox leaue thy damnable Faces and begin Come the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Reuenge Lucian Thoughts blacke hands apt Drugges fit and Time agreeing Confederate season else no Creature seeing Thou mixture ranke of Midnight Weeds collected With Hecats Ban thrice blasted thrice infected Thy naturall Magicke and dire propertie On wholsome life vsurpe immediately Powres the poyson in his eares Ham. He poysons him i' th Garden for 's estate His name 's Gonzago the Story is extant and writ in choyce Italian You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the loue of Gonzago's wife Ophe. The King rises Ham. What frighted with false fire Qu. How fares my Lord Pol. Giue o're the Play King Giue me some Light Away All. Lights Lights Lights Exeunt Manet Hamlet Horatio Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe The Hart vngalled play For some must watch while some must sleepe So runnes the world away Would not this Sir and a Forrest of Feathers if the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me with two Prouinciall Roses on my rac'd Shooes get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players sir Hor. Halfe a share Ham. A whole one I For thou dost know Oh Damon deere This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe And now reignes heere A verie verie Paiocke Hora. You might haue Rim'd Ham. Oh good Horatio I le take the Ghosts word for a thousand pound Did'st perceiue Hora. Verie well my Lord. Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning Hora. I did verie well note him Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne Ham. Oh ha Come some Musick Come y e Recorders For if the King like not the Comedie Why then belike he likes it not perdie Come some Musicke Guild Good my Lord vouchsafe me a word with you Ham. Sir a whole History Guild The King sir Ham. I sir what of him Guild Is in his retyrement maruellous distemper'd Ham. With drinke Sir Guild No my Lord rather with choller Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer to signifie this to his Doctor for for me to put him to his Purgation would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller Guild Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildely from my affayre Ham. I am tame Sir pronounce Guild The Queene your Mother in most great affliction of spirit hath sent me to you Ham. You are welcome Guild Nay good my Lord this courtesie is not of the right breed If it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer I will doe your Mothers command'ment if not your pardon and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse Ham. Sir I cannot Guild What my Lord Ham. Make you a wholsome answere my wits diseas'd But sir such answers as I can make you shal command or rather you say my Mother therfore no more but to the matter My Mother you say Rosin Then thus she sayes your behauior hath stroke her into amazement and admiration Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne that can so astonish a Mother But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mothers admiration Rosin She desires to speake with you in her Closset ere you go to bed Ham. We shall obey were she ten times our Mother Haue you any further Trade with vs Rosin My Lord you once did loue me Ham. So I do still by these pickers and stealers Rosin Good my Lord what is your cause of distemper You do freely barre the doore of your owne Libertie if you deny
your greefes to your Friend Ham. Sir I lacke Aduancement Rosin How can that be when you haue the voyce of the King himselfe for your Succession in Denmarke Ham. I but while the grasse growes the Prouerbe is something musty Enter one with a Recorder O the Recorder Let me see to withdraw with you why do you go about to recouer the winde of mee as if you would driue me into a toyle Guild O my Lord if my Dutie be too bold my loue is too vnmannerly Ham. I do not well vnderstand that Will you play vpon this Pipe Guild My Lord I cannot Ham. I pray you Guild Beleeue me I cannot Ham. I do beseech you Guild I know no touch of it my Lord. Ham. 'T is as easie as lying gouerne these Ventiges with your finger and thumbe giue it breath with your mouth and it will discourse most excellent Musicke Looke you these are the stoppes Guild But these cannot I command to any vtterance of hermony I haue not the skill Ham. Why looke you now how vnworthy a thing you make of me you would play vpon mee you would seeme to know my stops you would pluck out the heart of my Mysterie you would sound mee from my lowest Note to the top of my Compasse and there is much Musicke excellent Voice in this little Organe yet cannot you make it Why do you thinke that I am easier to bee plaid on then a Pipe Call me what Instrument you will though you can fret me you cannot play vpon me God blesse you Sir Enter Polonius Polon My Lord the Queene would speak with you and presently Ham. Do you see that Clowd that 's almost in shape like a Camell Polon By ' th' Misse and it 's like a Camell indeed Ham. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell Polon It is back'd like a Weazell Ham. Or like a Whale Polon Verie like a Whale Ham. Then will I come to my Mother by and by They foole me to the top of my bent I will come by and by Polon I will say so Exit Ham. By and by is easily said Leaue me Friends 'T is now the verie witching time of night When Churchyards yawne and Hell it selfe breaths out Contagion to this world Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter businesse as the day Would quake to looke on Soft now to my Mother Oh Heart loose not thy Nature let not euer The Soule of Nero enter this firme bosome Let me be cruell not vnnaturall I will speake Daggers to her but vse none My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites How in my words someuer she be shent To giue them Seales neuer my Soule consent Enter King Rosincrance and Guildensterne King I like him not nor stands it safe with vs To let his madnesse range Therefore prepare you I your Commission will forthwith dispatch And he to England shall along with you The termes of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies Guild We will our selues prouide Most holie and Religious feare it is To keepe those many many bodies safe That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie Rosin The single And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the minde To keepe it selfe from noyance but much more That Spirit vpon whose spirit depends and rests The liues of many the cease of Maiestie Dies not alone but like a Gulfe doth draw What 's neere it with it It is a massie wheele Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount To whose huge Spoakes ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd which when it falles Each small annexment pettie consequence Attends the boystrous Ruine Neuer alone Did the King sighe but with a generall grone King Arme you I pray you to this speedie Voyage For we will Fetters put vpon this feare Which now goes too free-footed Both. We will haste vs. Exeunt Gent. Enter Polonius Pol. My Lord he 's going to his Mothers Closset Behinde the Arras I le conuey my selfe To heare the Processe I le warrant shee 'l tax him home And as you said and wisely was it said 'T is meete that some more audience then a Mother Since Nature makes them partiall should o're-heare The speech of vantage Eare you well my Liege I le call vpon you ere you go to bed And tell you what I know King Thankes deere my Lord. Oh my offence is ranke it smels to heauen It hath the primall eldest curse vpon 't A Brothers murther Pray can I not Though inclination be as sharpe as will My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent And like a man to double businesse bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin And both neglect what if this cursed hand Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heauens To wash it white as Snow Whereto serues mercy But to confront the visage of Offence And what 's in Prayer but this two-fold force To be fore-stalled ere we come to fall Or pardon'd being downe Then I le looke vp My fault is past But oh what forme of Prayer Can serue my turne Forgiue me my foule Murther That cannot be since I am still possest Of those effects for which I did the Murther My Crowne mine owne Ambition and my Queene May one be pardon'd and retaine th' offence In the corrupted currants of this world Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice And oft 't is seene the wicked prize it selfe Buyes out the Law but 't is not so aboue There is no shuffling there the Action lyes In his true Nature and we our selues compell'd Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults To giue in euidence What then What rests Try what Repentance can What can it not Yet what can it when one cannot repent Oh wretched state Oh bosome blacke as death Oh limed soule that strugling to be free Art more ingag'd Helpe Angels make assay Bow stubborne knees and heart with strings of Steele Be soft as sinewes of the new-borne Babe All may be well Enter Hamlet Ham. Now might I do it pat now he is praying And now I le doo 't and so he goes to Heauen And so am I reueng'd that would be scann'd A Villaine killes my Father and for that I his foule Sonne do this same Villaine send To heauen Oh this is hyre and Sallery not Reuenge He tooke my Father grossely full of bread With all his Crimes broad blowne as fresh as May And how his Audit stands who knowes saue Heauen But in our circumstance and course of thought 'T is heauie with him and am I then reueng'd To take him in the purging of his Soule When he is fit and season'd for his passage No. Vp Sword and know thou a more horrid hent When he is drunke asleepe or in his Rage Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed At gaming swearing or about some acte That ha's no rellish of Saluation in 't Then trip him