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
soule and she sayes vp downe the town that her eldest son is like you She hath bin in good case the truth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish Officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Iust Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way It is not a confident brow nor the throng of wordes that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuell consideration I know you ha' practis'd vpon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman Host Yes in troth my Lord. Iust Prethee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done her the one you may do with sterling mony the other with currant repentance Fal. My Lord I will not vndergo this sneape without reply You call honorable Boldnes impudent Sawcinesse If a man wil curt'sie and say nothing he is vertuous No my Lord your humble duty remeÌbred I will not be your sutor I say to you I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires Iust You speake as hauing power to do wrong But answer in the effect of your Reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst Come hither Hostesse Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust Now Master Gower What newes Gow The King my Lord and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand The rest the Paper telles Falst As I am a Gentleman Host Nay you said so before Fal. As I am a Gentleman Come no more words of it Host By this Heauenly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my Plate and the Tapistry of my dyning Chambers Fal. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery or the Storie of the Prodigall or the Germane hunting in Waterworke is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings and these Fly-bitten Tapistries Let it be tenne pound if thou canst Come if it were not for thy humors there is not a better Wench in England Go wash thy face and draw thy Action Come thou must not bee in this humour with me come I know thou was 't set on to this Host Prethee Sir Iohn let it be but twenty Nobles I loath to pawne my Plate in good earnest la. Fal. Let it alone I le make other shift you 'l be a fool still Host Well you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne I hope you 'l come to Supper You 'l pay me altogether Fal. Will I liue Go with her with her hooke-on hooke-on Host Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at supper Fal. No more words Let 's haue her Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes Fal What 's the newes my good Lord Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night Mes At Basingstoke my Lord. Fal. I hope my Lord all 's well What is the newes my Lord Ch Iust Come all his Forces backe Mes No Fifteene hundred Foot fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales my noble L Ch. Iust You shall haue Letteâs of me presently Come go along with me good M. Gowre Fal. My Lord. Ch. Iust What 's the matter Fal. Master Gowre shall I entreate you with mee to dinner Gow I must waite vpon my good Lord heere I thanke you good Sir Iohn Ch. Iust Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp in Countries as you go Fal. Will you sup with me Master Gowre Ch. Iust What foolish Master taught you these manners Sir Iohn Fal. Master Gower if they become mee not hee was a Foole that taught them mee This is the right Fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Ch. Iust Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great Foole. Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prince Henry Pointz Bardolfe and Page Prin. Trust me I am exceeding weary Poin. Is it come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attach'd one of so high blood Prin. It doth me though it discolours the complexion of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it Doth it not shew vildely in me to desire small Beere Poin. Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a Composition Prince Belike then my Appetite was not Princely got for in troth I do now remember the poore Creature Small Beere But indeede these humble considerations make me out of loue with my Greatnesse What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name Or to know thy face to morrow Or to take note how many paire of Silk stockings y u hast Viz. these and those that were thy peach-colour'd ones Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluity and one other for vse But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I for it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee when thou kept'st not Racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of thy Low Countries haue made a shift to eate vp thy Holland Poin. How ill it followes after you haue labour'd so hard you should talke so idlely Tell me how many good yong Princes would do so their Fathers lying so sicke as yours is Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing Pointz Poin. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poin. Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you 'l tell Prin. Why I tell thee it is not meer that I should be sad now my Father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeed too Poin Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistencie Let the end try the man But I tell thee my hart bleeds inwardly that my Father is so sicke and keeping such vild company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow Poin. The reason Prin. What would'st thou think of me if I shold weep Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite Prin. It would be euery mans thought and thou art a blessed Fellow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the Rode-way better then thine euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeeâe And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so Poin. Why because you haue beene so lewde and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe Prin. And to thee Pointz Nay I am well spoken of I can heare it with mine owne eares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second Brother and that I am a proper Fellowe of my hands and those two things I confesse I canot helpe Looke looke here comes Bardolfe Prince And the Boy that I gaue
assur'd I le be your Father and your Brother too Let me but beare your Loue I le beare your Cares But weepe that Horrie's dead and so will I. But Harry liues that shall conuert those Teares By number into houres of Happinesse Iohn c. We hope no other from your Maiesty Prin. You all looke strangely on me and you most You are I thinke assur'd I loue you not Ch. Iust I am assur'd if I be measur'd rightly Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee Pr. No How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid vpon me What Rate Rebuke and roughly send to Prison Th' immediate Heire of England Was this easie May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten Ch. Iust I then did vse the Person of your Father The Image of his power lay then in me And in th' administration of his Law Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place The Maiesty and power of Law and Iustice The Image of the King whom I presented And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement Whereon as an Offender to your Father I gaue bold way to my Authority And did commit you If the deed were ill Be you contented wearing now the Garland To haue a Sonne set your Decrees at naught To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench To trip the course of Law and blunt the Sword That guards the peace and safety of your Person Nay more to spurne at your most Royall Image And mocke your workings in a Second body Question your Royall Thoughts make the case yours Be now the Father and propose a Sonne Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd See your most dreadfull Lawes so loosely slighted Behold your selfe so by a Sonne disdained And then imagine me taking you part And in your power soft silencing your Sonne After this cold considerance sentence me And as you are a King speake in your State What I haue done that misbecame my place My person or my Lieges Soueraigntie Prin. You are right Iustice and you weigh this well Therefore still beare the Ballance and the Sword And I do wish your Honors may encrease Till you do liue to see a Sonne of mine Offend you and obey you as I did So shall I liue to speake my Fathers words Happy am I that haue a man so bold That dares do Iustice on my proper Sonne And no lesse happy hauing such a Sonne That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so Into the hands of Iustice You did commit me For which I do commit into your hand Th' vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare With this Remembrance That you vse the same With the like bold iust and impartiall spirit As you haue done ' gainst me There is my hand You shall be as a Father to my Youth My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine eare And I will stoope and humble my Intents To your well-practis'd wise Directions And Princes all beleeue me I beseech you My Father is gone wilde into his Graue For in his Tombe lye my Affections And with his Spirits sadly I suruiue To mocke the expectation of the World To frustrate Prophesies and to race out Rotten Opinion who hath writ me downe After my seeming The Tide of Blood in me Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity till now Now doth it turne and ebbe backe to the Sea Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty Now call we our High Court of Parliament And let vs choose such Limbes of Noble Counsaile That the great Body of our State may go In equall ranke with the best gouern'd Nation That Warre or Peace or both at once may be As things acquainted and familiar to vs In which you Father shall haue formost hand Our Coronation done we will accite As I before remembred all our State And heauen consigning to my good intents No Prince nor Peere shall haue iust cause to say Heauen shorten Harries happy life one day Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe Shallow Silence Bardolfe Page and Pistoll Shal Nay you shall see mine Orchard where in an Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graffing with a dish of Carrawayes and so forth Come Cosin Silence and then to bed Fal. You haue heere a goodly dwelling and a rich Shal. Barren barren barren Beggers all beggers all Sir Iohn Marry good ayre Spread Dauy spread Dauie Well said Dauie Falst This Dauie serues you for good vses he is your Seruingman and your Husband Shal A good Varlet a good Varlet a very good Varlet Sir Iohn I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper A good Varlet Now sit downe now sit downe Come Cosin Sil. Ah sirra quoth-a we shall doe nothing but eate and make good cheere and praise heauen for the merrie yeere when flesh is cheape and Females deere and lustie Lads rome heere and there so merrily and euer among so merrily Fal. There 's a merry heart good M. Silence I le giue you a health for that anon Shal. Good M. Bardolfe some wine Dauie Da. Sweet sir sit I le be with you anon most sweete sir sit Master Page good M. Page sit Proface What you want in meate wee 'l haue in drinke but you beare the heart 's all Shal. Be merry M. Bardolfe and my little Souldiour there be merry Sil. Be merry be merry my wife ha's all For women are Shrewes both short and tall 'T is merry in Hall when Beards wagge all And welcome merry Shrouetide Be merry be merry Fal. I did not thinke M. Silence had bin a man of this Mettle Sil. Who I I haue beene merry twice and once ere now Dauy. There is a dish of Lether-coats for you Shal. Dauie Dau. Your Worship I le be with you straight A cup of Wine sir Sil. A Cup of Wine that 's briske and fine drinke vnto the Leman mine and a merry heart liues long-a Fal. Well said M. Silence Sil. If we shall be merry now comes in the sweete of the night Fal. Health and long life to you M. Silence Sil. Fill the Cuppe and let it come I le pledge you a mile to the bottome Shal. Honest Bardolfe welcome If thou want'st any thing and wilt not call beshrew thy heart Welcome my little tyne theefe and welcome indeed too I le drinke to M. Bardolfe and to all the Cauileroes about London Dau. I hope to see London once ere I die Bar. If I might see you there Dauie Shal. You 'l cracke a quart together Ha will you not M. Bardolfe Bar. Yes Sir in a pottle pot Shal. I thanke thee the knaue will sticke by thee I can assure thee that He will not out he is true bred Bar. And I le sticke by him sir Shal. Why there spoke a King lack nothing be merry Looke who 's at doore there ho who knockes Fal Why now you haue done me right Sil. Do me right and dub me
is pretty and honest and gentle and one that is your friend I can tell you that by the way I praise heauen for it Fen. Shall I doe any good thinkst thou shall I not loose my suit Qui. Troth Sir all is in his hands aboue but notwithstanding Master Fenton I le be sworne on a booke shee loues you haue not your Worship a wart aboue your eye Fen. Yes marry haue I what of that Qui. Wel thereby hangs a tale good faith it is such another Nan but I detest an honest maid as euer broke bread wee had an howres talke of that wart I shall neuer laugh but in that maids company but indeed shee is giuen too much to Allicholy and musing but for you well goe too Fen. Well I shall see her to day hold there 's money for thee Let mee haue thy voice in my behalfe if thou seest her before me commend me Qui. Will I I faith that wee will And I will tell your Worship more of the Wart the next time we haue confidence and of other wooers Fen. Well fare-well I am in great haste now Qui. Fare-well to your Worship truely an honest Gentleman but Anne loues hiim not for I know Ans minde as well as another do's out vpon 't what haue I forgot Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Mistris Page Mistris Ford Master Page Master Ford Pistoll Nim Quickly Host Shallow Mist Page What haue scap'd Loue-letters in the holly-day-time of my beauty and am I now a subiect for them let me see Aske me no reason why I loue you for though Loue vse Reason for his precisian hee admits him not for his Counsailour you are not yong no more am I goe to then there 's simpathie you are merry so am I ha ha then there 's more simpathie you loue sacke and so do I would you desire better simpathie Let it suffice thee Mistris Page at the least if the Loue of Souldier can suffice that I loue thee I will not say pitty mee 't is not a Souldier-like phrase but I say loue me By me thine owne true Knight by day or night Or any kinde of light with all his might For thee to fight Iohn Falstaffe What a Herod of Iurie is this O wicked wicked world One that is well-nye worne to peeces with age To show himselfe a yong Gallant What an vnwaied Behauiour hath this Flemish drunkard pickt with The Deuills name out of my conuersation that he dares In this manner assay me why hee hath not beene thrice In my Company what should I say to him I was then Frugall of my mirth heauen forgiue mee why I le Exhibit a Bill in the Parliament for the putting downe of men how shall I be reueng'd on him for reueng'd I will be as sure as his guts are made of puddings Mis Ford. Mistris Page trust me I was going to your house Mis Page And trust me I was comming to you you looke very ill Mis Ford. Nay I le nere beleeee that I haue to shew to the contrary Mis Page 'Faith but you doe in my minde Mis Ford. Well I doe then yet I say I could shew you to the contrary O Mistris Page giue mee some counsaile Mis Page What 's the matter woman Mi. Ford. O woman if it were not for one trifling respect I could come to such honour Mi. Page Hang the trifle woman take the honour what is it dispence with trifles what is it Mi. Ford. If I would but goe to hell for an eternall moment or so I could be knighted Mi. Page What thou liest Sir Alice Ford these Knights will hacke and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy Gentry Mi. Ford. Wee burne day-light heere read read perceiue how I might bee knighted I shall thinke the worse of fat men as long as I haue an eye to make difference of mens liking and yet hee would not sweare praise womens modesty and gaue such orderly and wel-behaued reproofe to al vncomelinesse that I would haue sworne his disposition would haue gone to the truth of his words but they doe no more adhere and keep place together then the hundred Psalms to the tune of Green-sleeues What tempest I troa threw this Whale with so many Tuns of oyle in his belly a'shoare at Windsor How shall I bee reuenged on him I thinke the best way were to entertaine him with hope till the wicked fire of lust haue melted him in his owne greace Did you euer heare the like Mis Page Letter for letter but that the name of Page and Ford differs to thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions heere 's the twyn-brother of thy Letter but let thine inherit first for I protest mine neuer shall I warrant he hath a thousand of these Letters writ with blancke-space for different names sure more and these are of the second edition hee will print them out of doubt for he cares not what hee puts into the presse when he would put vs two I had rather be a Giantesse and lye vnder Mount Pelion Well I will find you twentie lasciuious Turtles ere one chaste man Mis Ford. Why this is the very same the very hand the very words what doth he thinke of vs Mis Page Nay I know not it makes me almost readie to wrangle with mine owne honesty I le entertaine my selfe like one that I am not acquainted withall for sure vnlesse hee know some straine in mee that I know not my selfe hee would neuer haue boorded me in this furie Mi. Ford. Boording call you it I le bee sure to keepe him aboue decke Mi. Page So will I if hee come vnder my hatches I le neuer to Sea againe Let 's bee reueng'd on him let 's appoint him a meeting giue him a show of comfort in his Suit and lead him on with a fine baited delay till hee hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter Mi. Ford. Nay I wil consent to act any villany against him that may not sully the charinesse of our honesty oh that my husband saw this Letter it would giue eternall food to his iealousie Mis Page Why look where he comes and my good man too hee 's as farre from iealousie as I am from giuing him cause and that I hope is an vnmeasurable distance Mis Ford. You are the happier woman Mis Page Let 's consult together against this greasie Knight Come hither Ford. Well I hope it be not so Pist Hope is a curtall-dog in some affaires Sir Iohn affects thy wife Ford. Why sir my wife is not young Pist He wooes both high and low both rich poor both yong and old one with another Ford he loues the Gally-mawfry Ford perpend Ford. Loue my wife Pist With liuer burning hot preuent Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he with Ring-wood at thy heeles O odious is the name Ford. What name Sir Pist The horne I say Farewell Take heed haue open eye for theeues doe foot by night Take heed
man of peace Shal. Body-kins M. Page though I now be old and of the peace if I see a sword out my finger itches to make one though wee are Iustices and Doctors and Church-men M. Page wee haue some salt of our youth in vs we are the sons of women M. Page Page 'T is true M r. Shallow Shal. It wil be found so M. Page M. Doctor Caius I am come to fetch you home I am sworn of the peace you haue show'd your selfe a wise Physician and Sir Hugh hath showne himselfe a wise and patient Church-man you must goe with me M. Doctor Host Pardon Guest-Iustice a Mounseur Mocke-water Cai. Mock-vater vat is dat Host Mock-water in our English tongue is Valour Bully Cai. By gar then I haue as much Mock-vater as de Englishman scuruy-Iack-dog-Priest by gar mee vill cut his eares Host He will Clapper-claw thee tightly Bully Cai. Clapper-de-claw vat is dat Host That is he will make thee amends Cai. By-gar me doe looke hee shall clapper-de-claw me for by-gar me vill haue it Host And I will prouoke him to 't or let him wag Cai. Me tanck you for dat Host And moreouer Bully but first M r. Ghuest and M. Page eeke Caualeiro Slender goe you through the Towne to Frogmore Page Sir Hugh is there is he Host He is there see what humor he is in and I will bring the Doctor about by the Fields will it doe well Shal. We will doe it All. Adieu good M. Doctor Cai. By-gar me vill kill de Priest for he speake for a Iack-an-Ape to Anne Page Host Let him die sheath thy impatience throw cold water on thy Choller goe about the fields with mee through Frogmore I will bring thee where Mistris Anne Page is at a Farm-house a Feasting and thou shalt wooe her Cride-game said I well Cai. By-gar mee dancke you vor dat by gar I loue you and I shall procure 'a you de good Guest de Earle de Knight de Lords de Gentlemen my patients Host For the which I will be thy aduersary toward Anne Page said I well Cai. By-gar 't is good vell said Host Let vs wag then Cai. Come at my heeles Iack Rugby Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima Enter Euans Simple Page Shallow Slender Host Caius Rugby Euans I pray you now good Master Slenders seruing-man and friend Simple by your name which way haue you look'd for Master Caius that calls himselfe Doctor of Phisicke Sim. Marry Sir the pittie-ward the Parke-ward euery way olde Windsor way and euery way but the Towne-way Euan. I most fehemently desire you you will also looke that way Sim. I will sir Euan. ' Plesse my soule how full of Chollors I am and trempling of minde I shall be glad if he haue deceiued me how melancholies I am I will knog his Vrinalls about his knaues costard when I haue good oportunities for the orke ' Plesse my soule To shallow Ruiers to whose falls melodious Birds sings Madrigalls There will we make our Peds of Roses and a thousand fragrant posies To shallow ' Mercie on mee I haue a great dispositions to cry Melodious birds sing Madrigalls When as I sat in Pabilon and a thousand vagram Posies To shallow c. Sim. Yonder he is comming this way Sir Hugh Euan. Hee 's welcome To shallow Riuers to whose fals Heauen prosper the right what weapons is he Sim. No weapons Sir there comes my Master M r. Shallow and another Gentleman from Frogmore ouer the stile this way Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne or else keepe it in your armes Shal. How now Master Parson good morrow good Sir Hugh keepe a Gamester from the dice and a good Studient from his booke and it is wonderfull Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page Page ' Saue you good Sir Hugh Euan. ' Plesse you from his mercy-sake all of you Shal. What the Sword and the Word Doe you study them both M r. Parson Page And youthfull still in your doublet and hose this raw-rumaticke day Euan. There is reasons and causes for it Page We are come to you to doe a good office M r. Parson Euan. Fery-well what is it Page Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman who be-like hauing receiued wrong by some person is at most odds with his owne grauity and patience that euer you saw Shal. I haue liued foure-score yeeres and vpward I neuer heard a man of his place grauity and learning so wide of his owne respect Euan. What is he Page I thinke you know him M r. Doctor Caius the renowned French Physician Euan. Got's-will and his passion of my heart I had as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge Page Why Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen and hee is a knaue besides a cowardly knaue as you would desires to be acquainted withall Page I warrant you hee 's the man should fight with him Slen. O sweet Anne Page Shal. It appeares so by his weapons keepe them asunder here comes Doctor Caius Page Nay good M r. Parson keepe in your weapon Shal. So doe you good M r. Doctor Host Disarme them and let them question let them keepe their limbs whole and hack our English Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your eare vherefore vill you not meet-a me Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time Cai. By-gar you are de Coward de Iack dog Iohn Ape Euan. Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other mens humors I desire you in friendship and I will one way or other make you amends I will knog your Vrinal about your knaues Cogs-combe Cai. Diablo Iack Rugby mine Host de Iarteer haue I not stay for him to kill him haue I not at deplace I did appoint Euan. As I am a Christians-soule now looke your this is the place appointed I le bee iudgement by mine Host of the Garter Host Peace I say Gallia and Gaule French Welch Soule-Curer and Body-Curer Cai. I dat is very good excellant Host Peace I say heare mine Host of the Garter Am I politiâke Am I subtle Am I a Machiuell Shall I loose my Doctor No hee giues me the Potions and the Motions Shall I loose my Parson my Priest my Sir Hugh No he giues me the Prouerbes and the No-verbes Giue me thy hand Celestiall so Boyes of Art I haue deceiu'd you both I haue directed you to wrong places your hearts are mighty your skinnes are whole and let burn'd Sacke be the issue Come lay their swords to pawne Follow me Lad of peace follow follow follow Shal. Trust me a mad Host follow Gentlemen follow Slen. O sweet Anne Page Cai. Ha' do I perceiue dat Haue you make-a-de-sot of vs ha ha Eua. This is well he has made vs his vlowting-stog I desire you that we may be friends and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this same scall scuruy-cogging-companion the Host of the Garter Cai. By gar with all my heart he
motion to thy gate in a semi-circled Farthingale I see what thou wert if Fortune thy foe were not Nature thy friend Come thou canst not hide it Mist Ford. Beleeue me ther 's no such thing in me Fal. What made me loue thee Let that perswade thee Ther 's something extraordinary in thee Come I cannot cog and say thou art this and that like a-manie of these lisping-hauthorne buds that come like women in mens apparrell and smell like Bucklers-berry in simple time I cannot but I loue thee none but thee and thou deseru'st it M. Ford. Do not betray me sir I fear you loue M. Page Fal. Thou mightst as well say I loue to walke by the Counter-gate which is as hatefull to me as the reeke of a Lime-kill Mis Ford. Well heauen knowes how I loue you And you shall one day finde it Fal. Keepe in that minde I le deserue it Mist Ford. Nay I must tell you so you doe Or else I could not be in that minde Rob. Mistris Ford Mistris Ford heere 's Mistris Page at the doore sweating and blowing and looking wildely and would needs speake with you presently Fal. She shall not see me I will ensconce mee behinde the Arras M. Ford. Pray you do so she 's a very tatling woman What 's the matter How now Mist Page O mistris Ford what haue you done You 'r sham'd y' are ouerthrowne y' are vndone for euer M. Ford. What 's the matter good mistris Page M. Page O weladay mist Ford hauing an honest man to your husband to giue him such cause of suspition M. Ford. What cause of suspition M. Page What cause of suspition Out vpon you How am I mistooke in you M. Ford. Why alas what 's the matter M. Page Your husband's comming hether Woman with all the Officers in Windsor to search for a Gentleman that he sayes is heere now in the house by your consent to take an ill aduantage of his absence you are vndone M. Ford. 'T is not so I hope M. Page Pray heauen it be not so that you haue such a man heere but 't is most certaine your husband's comming with halfe Windsor at his heeles to serch for such a one I come before to tell you If you know your selfe cleere why I am glad of it but if you haue a friend here conuey conuey him out Be not amaz'd call all your senses to you defend your reputation or bid farwell to your good life for euer M. Ford. What shall I do There is a Gentleman my deere friend and I feare not mine owne shame so much as his perill I had rather then a thousand pound he were out of the house M. Page For shame neuer stand you had rather and you had rather your husband 's heere at hand bethinke you of some conueyance in the house you cannot hide him Oh how haue you deceiu'd me Looke heere is a basket if he be of any reasonable stature he may creepe in heere and throw fowle linnen vpon him as if it were going to bucking Or it is whiting time send him by your two men to Datchet-Meade M. Ford. He 's too big to go in there what shall I do Fal. Let me see 't let me see 't O let me see 't I le in I le in Follow your friends counsell I le in M. Page What Sir Iohn Faistasse Are these your Letters Knight Fal. I loue thee helpe mee away let me creepe in heere I le neuer M. Page Helpe to couer your master Boy Call your men Mist Ford. You dissembling Knight M. Ford. What Iohn Robert Iohn Go take vp these cloathes heere quickly Wher 's the Cowle-staffe Look how you drumble Carry them to the Landresse in Datchet mead quickly come Ford. 'Pray you come nere if I suspect without cause Why then make sport at me then let me be your iest I deserue it How now Whether beare you this Ser. To the Landresse forsooth M. Ford. Why what haue you to doe whether they beare it You were best meddle with buck-washing Ford. Bucke I would I could wash my selfe of y e Buck Bucke bucke bucke I bucke I warrant you Bucke And of the season too it shall appeare Gentlemen I haue dream'd to night I le tell you my dreame heere heere heere bee my keyes ascend my Chambers search seeke finde out I le warrant wee 'le vnkennell the Fox Let me stop this way first so now vncape Page Good master Ford be contented You wrong your selfe too much Ford. True master Page vp Gentlemen You shall see sport anon Follow me Gentlemen Euans This is fery fantasticall humors and iealousies Caius By gar 't is no-the fashion of France It is not iealous in France Page Nay follow him Gentlemen see the yssue of his search Mist Page Is there not a double excellency in this Mist Ford. I know not which pleases me better That my husband is deceiued or Sir Iohn Mist Page What a taking was hee in when your husband askt who was in the basket Mist Ford. I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of washing so throwing him into the water will doe him a benefit Mist Page Hang him dishonest rascall I would all of the same straine were in the same distresse Mist Ford. I thinke my husband hath some speciall suspition of Falstaffs being heere for I neuer saw him so grosse in his iealousie till now Mist Page I will lay a plot to try that and wee will yet haue more trickes with Falstaffe his dissolute disease will scarse obey this medicine Mis Ford. Shall we send that foolishion Carion Mist Quickly to him and excuse his throwing into the water and giue him another hope to betray him to another punishment Mist. Page We will do it let him be sent for to morrow eight a clocke to haue amends Ford. I cannot finde him may be the knaue bragg'd of that he could not compasse Mis Page Heard you that Mis Ford. You vse me well M. Ford Do you Ford. I I do so M. Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoghts Ford. Amen Mi. Page You do your selfe mighty wrong M. Ford Ford. I I I must beare it Eu. If there be any pody in the house in the chambers and in the coffers and in the presses heauen forgiue my sins at the day of iudgement Caius Be gar nor I too there is no-bodies Page Fy fy M. Ford are you not asham'd What spirit what diuell suggests this imagination I wold not ha your distemper in this kind for y e welth of Windsor castle Ford. 'T is my fault M. Page I suffer for it Euans You suffer for a pad conscience your wife is as honest a o' mans as I will desires among fiue thousand and fiue hundred too Cai By gar I see 't is an honest woman Ford. Well I promisd you a dinner come come walk in the Parke I pray you pardon me I wil hereafter make knowne to you why I haue done this Come wife come Mi. Page
sir Clo. No indeede sir not of a pin you are therein in the right but to the point As I say this Mistris Elbow being as I say with childe and being great bellied and longing as I said for prewyns and hauing but two in the dish as I said Master Froth here this very man hauing eaten the rest as I said as I say paying for them very honestly for as you know Master Froth I could not giue you three pence againe Fro. No indeede Clo. Very well you being then if you be remembred cracking the stones of the foresaid prewyns Fro. I so I did indeede Clo. Why very well I telling you then if you be remembred that such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of vnlesse they kept very good diet as I told you Fro. All this is true Clo. Why very well then Esc Come you are a tedious foole to the purpose what was done to Elbowes wife that hee hath cause to complaine of Come me to what was done to her Clo. Sir your honor cannot come to that yet Esc No sir nor I meane it not Clo. Sir but you shall come to it by your honours leaue And I beseech you looke into Master Froth here sir a man of foure-score pound a yeare whose father died at Hallowmas Was 't not at Hallowmas Master Froth Fro. Allhallond-Eue Clo. Why very well I hope here be truthes he Sir sitting as I say in a lower chaire Sir 't was in the bunch of Grapes where indeede you haue a delight to sit haue you not Fro. I haue so because it is an open roome and good for winter Clo. Why very well then I hope here be truthes Ang. This will last out a night in Russia When nights are longest there I le take my leaue And leaue you to the hearing of the cause Hoping you le finde good cause to whip them all Exit Esc I thinke no lesse good morrow to your Lordship Now Sir come on What was done to Elbowes wife once more Clo. Once Sir there was nothing done to her once Elb. I beseech you Sir aske him what this man did to my wife Clo. I beseech your honor aske me Esc Well sir what did this Gentleman to her Clo. I beseech you sir looke in this Gentlemans face good Master Froth looke vpon his honor 't is for a good purpose doth your honor marke his face Esc I sir very well Clo. Nay I beseech you marke it well Esc Well I doe so Clo. Doth your honor see any harme in his face Esc Why no. Clo. I le be supposd vpon a booke his face is the worst thing about him good then if his face be the worst thing about him how could Master Froth doe the Constables wife any harme I would know that of your honour Esc He 's in the right Constable what say you to it Elb. First and it like you the house is a respected house next this is a respected fellow and his Mistris is a respected woman Clo. By this hand Sir his wife is a more respected person then any of vs all Elb. Varlet thou lyest thou lyest wicked varlet the time is yet to come that shee was euer respected with man woman or childe Clo. Sir she was respected with him before he married with her Esc Which is the wiser here Iustice or Iniquitie Is this true Elb. O thou caytiffe O thou varlet O thou wicked Hanniball I respected with her before I was married to her If euer I was respected with her or she with me let not your worship thinke mee the poore Dukes Officer proue this thou wicked Hanniball or I le haue mine action of battry on thee Esc If he tooke you a box ' o th' eare you might haue your action of slander too Elb. Marry I thanke your good worship for it what is' t your Worships pleasure I shall doe with this wicked Caitiffe Esc Truly Officer because he hath some offences in him that thou wouldst discouer if thou couldst let him continue in his courses till thou knowst what they are Elb. Marry I thanke your worship for it Thou seest thou wicked varlet now what 's come vpon thee Thou art to continue now thou Varlet thou art to continue Esc Where were you borne friend Froth Here in Vienna Sir Esc Are you of fourescore pounds a yeere Froth Yes and 't please you sir Esc So what trade are you of sir Clo. A Tapster a poore widdowes Tapster Esc Your Mistris name Clo. Mistris Ouer-doâ Esc Hath she had any more then one husband Clo. Nine sir Ouer-don by the last Esc Nine come hether to me Master Froth Master Froth I would not haue you acquainted with Tapsters they will draw you Master Froth and you wil hang them get you gon and let me heare no more of you Fro. I thanke your worship for mine owne part I neuer come into any roome in a Tap-house but I am drawne in Esc Well no more of it Master Froth farewell Come you hether to me M r. Tapster what 's your name M r. Tapster Clo. Pompey Esc What else Clo. Bum Sir Esc Troth and your bum is the greatest thing about you so that in the beastliest sence you are Pompey the great Pompey you are partly a bawd Pompey howsoeuer you colour it in being a Tapster are you not come tell me true it shall be the better for you Clo. Truly sir I am a poore fellow that would liue Esc How would you liue Pompey by being a bawd what doe you thinke of the trade Pompey is it a lawfull trade Clo. If the Law would allow it sir Esc But the Law will not allow it Pompey nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna Clo. Do's your Worship meane to geld and splay all the youth of the City Esc No Pompey Clo. Truely Sir in my poore opinion they will too 't then if your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaues you need not to feare the bawds Esc There is pretty orders beginning I can tell you It is but heading and hanging Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten yeare together you 'll be glad to giue out a Commission for more heads if this law hold in Vienna ten yeare I le rent the fairest house in it after three pence a Bay if you liue to see this come to passe say Pompey told you so Esc Thanke you good Pompey and in requitall of your prophesie harke you I aduise you let me not finde you before me againe vpon any complaint whatsoeuer no not for dwelling where you doe if I doe Pompey I shall beat you to your Tent and proue a shrewd Caesar to you in plaine dealing Pompey I shall haue you whipt so for this time Pompey fare you well Clo. I thanke your Worship for your good counsell but I shall follow it as the flesh and fortune shall better determine Whip me no no let Carman whip his
himselfe if he had so offended He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe And not haue cut him off some one hath set you on Confesse the truth and say by whose aduice Thou cam'st heere to complaine Isab And is this all Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue Keepe me in patience and with ripened time Vnfold the euill which is heere wrapt vp In countenance heauen shield your Grace from woe As I thus wrong'd hence vnbeleeued goe Duke I know you 'ld faine be gone An Officer To prison with her Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so neere vs This needs must be a practise Who knew of your intent and comming hither Isa One that I would were heere Frier Lodowick Duk. A ghostly Father belike Who knowes that Lodowicke Luc. My Lord I know him 't is a medling Fryer I doe not like the man had he been Lay my Lord For certaine words he spake against your Grace In your retirment I had swing'd him soundly Duke Words against mee this 'a good Fryer belike And to set on this wretched woman here Against our Substitute Let this Fryer be found Luc. But yesternight my Lord she and that Fryer I saw them at the prison a sawcy Fryar A very scuruy fellow Peter Blessed be your Royall Grace I haue stood by my Lord and I haue heard Your royall eare abus'd first hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute Who is as free from touch or soyle with her As she from one vngot Duke We did beleeue no lesse Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of Peter I know him for a man diuine and holy Not scuruy nor a temporary medler As he 's reported by this Gentleman And on my trust a man that neuer yet Did as he vouches mis-report your Grace Luc. My Lord most villanously beleeue it Peter Well he in time may come to cleere himselfe But at this instant he is sicke my Lord Of a strange Feauor vpon his meere request Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended ' gainst Lord Angelo came I hether To speake as from his mouth what he doth know Is true and false And what he with his oath And all probation will make vp full cleare When soeuer he 's conuented First for this woman To iustifie this worthy Noble man So vulgarly and personally accus'd Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes Till she her selfe confesse it Duk. Good Frier let 's heare it Doe you not smile at this Lord Angelo Oh heauen the vanity of wretched fooles Giue vs some seates Come cosen Angelo In this I 'll be impartiall be you Iudge Of your owne Cause Is this the Witnes Frier Enter Mariana First let her shew your face and after speake Mar. Pardon my Lord I will not shew my face Vntill my husband bid me Duke What are you married Mar. No my Lord. Duke Are you a Maid Mar. No my Lord. Duk. A Widow then Mar. Neither my Lord. Duk. Why you are nothing then neither Maid Widow nor Wife Luc. My Lord she may be a Puncke for many of them are neither Maid Widow nor Wife Duk. Silence that fellow I would he had some cause to prattle for himselfe Luc. Well my Lord. Mar. My Lord I doe confesse I nere was married And I confesse besides I am no Maid I haue known my husband yet my husband Knowes not that euer he knew me Luc. He was drunk then my Lord it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence would thou wert so to Luc. Well my Lord. Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to 't my Lord. Shee that accuses him of Fornication In selfe-same manner doth accuse my husband And charges him my Lord with such a time When I 'le depose I had him mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue. Ang. Charges she moe then me Mar. Not that I know Duk. No you say your husband Mar. Why iust my Lord and that is Angelo Who thinkes he knowes that he nere knew my body But knows he thinkes that he knowes Isabels Ang. This is a strange abuse Let 's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me now I will vnmaske This is that face thou cruell Angelo Which once thou sworst was worth the looking on This is the hand which with a vowd contract Was fast belockt in thine This is the body That tooke away the match from Isabell And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagin'd person Duke Know you this woman Luc. Carnallie she saies Duk. Sirha no more Luc. Enoug my Lord. Ang. My Lord I must confesse I know this woman And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt my selfe and her which was broke off Partly for that her promis'd proportions Came short of Composition But in chiefe For that her reputation was dis-valued In leuitie Since which time of fiue yeres I neuer spake with her saw her nor heard from her Vpon my faith and honor Mar. Noble Prince As there comes light from heauen and words froÌ breath As there is sence in truth and truth in vertue I am affianced this mans wife as strongly As words could make vp vowes And my good Lord But Tuesday night last gon in 's garden house He knew me as a wife As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees Or else for euer be confixed here A Marble Monument Ang. I did but smile till now Now good my Lord giue me the scope of Iustice My patience here is touch'd I doe perceiue These poore informall women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member That sets them on Let me haue way my Lord To finde this practise out Duke I with my heart And punish them to your height of pleasure Thou foolish Frier and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that 's gone thinkst thou thy oathes Though they would swear downe each particular Saint Were testimonies against his worth and credit That 's seald in approbation you Lord Escalus Sit with my Cozen lend him your kinde paines To finde out this abuse whence 't is deriu'd There is another Frier that set them on Let him be sent for Peter Would he were here my Lord for he indeed Hath set the women on to this Complaint Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides And he may fetch him Duke Goe doe it instantly And you my noble and well-warranted Cosen Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best In any chastisement I for a while Will leaue you but stir not you till you haue Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers Exit Esc My Lord wee 'll doe it throughly Signior Lucio did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a dishonest person Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum honest in nothing but in his Clothes and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke Esc We shall intreat
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌd Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beârid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
Brag. I loue not to be crost Boy He speakes the meere contrary crosses loue not him Br. I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke Boy You may doe it in an houre sir Brag. Impossible Boy How many is one thrice told Bra. I am ill at reckning it fits the spirit of a Tapster Boy You are a gentleman and a gamester fir Brag. I confesse both they are both the varnish of a compleat man Boy Then I am sure you know how much the grosse summe of deus-ace amounts to Brag. It doth amount to one more then two Boy Which the base vulgar call three Br. True Boy Why sir is this such a peece of study Now here 's three studied ere you 'll thrice wink how easie it is to put yeres to the word three and study three yeeres in two words the dancing horse will tell you Brag. A most fine Figure Boy To proue you a Cypher Brag. I will heereupon confesse I am in loue and as it is base for a Souldier to loue so am I in loue with a base wench If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliuer mee from the reprobate thought of it I would take Desire prisoâ and ransome him to any French Courtier for a nâ deuis'd curtsie I thinke scorne to sigh me thinkes I should out-sweare Cupid Comfort me Boy What great men haue beene in loue Boy Hercules Master Brag. Most sweete Hercules more authority deare Boy name more and sweet my childe let them be men of good repute and carriage Boy Sampson Master he was a man of good carriage great carriage for hee carried the Towne-gates on his backe like a Porter and he was in loue Brag. O well-knit Sampson strong ioynted Sampson I doe excell thee in my rapier as much as thou didst mee in carrying gates I am in loue too Who was Sampsons loue my deare Moth Boy A Woman Master Brag. Of what complexion Boy Of all the foure or the three or the two or one of the foure Brag. Tell me precisely of what complexion Boy Of the sea-water Greene sir Brag. Is that one of the foure complexions Boy As I haue read sir and the best of them too Brag. Greene indeed is the colour of Louers but to haue a Loue of that colour methinkes Sampson had small reason for it He surely affected her for her wit Boy It was so sir for she had a greene wit Brag. My Loue is most immaculate white and red Boy Most immaculate thoughts Master are mask'd vnder such colours Brag. Define define well educated infant Boy My fathers witte and my mothers tongue assist mee Brag. Sweet inuocation of a childe most pretty and patheticall Boy If shee be made of white and red Her faults will nere be knowne For blush-in cheekes by faults are bred And feares by pale white showne Then if she feare or be to blame By this you shall not know For still her cheekes possesse the same Which natiue she doth owe A dangerous rime master against the reason of white and redde Brag. Is there not a ballet Boy of the King and the Begger Boy The world was very guilty of such a Ballet some three ages since but I thinke now 't is not to be found or if it were it would neither serue for the writing nor the tune Brag. I will haue that subiect newly writ ore that I may example my digression by some mighty president Boy I doe loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in the Parke with the rationall hinde Costard she deserues well Boy To bee whip'd and yet a better loue then my Master Brag. Sing Boy my spirit grows heauy in ioue Boy And that 's great maruell louing a light wench Brag. I say sing Boy Forbeare till this company be past Enter Clowne Constable and Wench Const Sir the Dukes pleasure is that you keepe Costard safe and you must let him take no delight nor no penance but hee must fast three daies a weeke for this Damsell I must keepe her at the Parke shee is alowd for the Day-woman Fare you well Exit Brag. I do betray my selfe with blushing Maide Maid Man Brag. I wil visit thee at the Lodge Maid That 's here by Brag. I know where it is situate Mai. Lord how wise you are Brag. I will tell thee wonders Ma. With what face Brag. I loue thee Mai. So I heard you say Brag. And so farewell Mai. Faire weather after you Clo. Come Iaquenetta away Exeunt Brag. Villaine thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned Clo. Well sir I hope when I doe it I shall doe it on a full stomacke Brag. Thou shalt be heauily punished Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes for they are but lightly rewarded Clo. Take away this villaine shut him vp Boy Come you transgressing slaue away Clow. Let mee not bee pent vp sir I will fast being loose Boy No sir that were fast and loose thou shalt to prison Clow. Well if euer I do see the merry dayes of desolation that I haue seene some shall see Boy What shall some see Clow. Nay nothing Master Moth but what they looke vpon It is not for prisoners to be silent in then words and therefore I will say nothing I thanke God I haue as little patience as another man and therefore I can be quiet Exit Brag. I doe affect the very ground which is base where her shooe which is baser guided by her foote which is basest doth tread I shall be forsworn which ia a great argument of falshood if I loue And how can that be true loue which is falsly attempted Loue is a familiar Loue is a Diuell There is no euill Angell but Loue yet Sampson was so tempted and he had an excellent strength Yet was Salomon so seduced and hee had a very good witte Cupids But shaft is too hard for Hercules Clubbe and therefore too much ods for a Spaniards Rapier The first and second cause will not serue my turne the Passado hee respects not the Duello he regards not his disgrace is to be called Boy but his glorie is to subdue men Adue Valour rust Rapier bee still Drum for your manager is in loue yea hee loueth Assist me some extemporall god of Rime for I am sure I shall turne Sonnet Deuise Wit write Pen for I am for whole volumes in folio Exit Finis Actus Primus Actus Secunda Enter the Princesse of France with three attending Ladies and three Lords Boyet Now Madam summon vp your dearest spirits Consider who the King your father sends To whom he sends and what 's his Embassie Your selfe held precious in the worlds esteeme To parlee with the sole inheritour Of all perfections that a man may owe Matchlesse Nauarre the plea of no lesse weight Then Aquitaine a Dowrie for a Queene Be now as prodigall of all deare grace As Nature was in making Graces deare When she did starue the generall world beside And prodigally gaue
him iustice Twenty Merchants The Duke himselfe and the Magnificoes Of greatest port haue all perswaded with him But none can driue him from the enuious plea Of forfeiture of iustice and his bond Iessi When I was with him I haue heard him sweare To Tuball and to Chus his Countri-men That he would rather haue Anthonio's flesh Then twenty times the value of the summe That he did owe him and I know my Lord If law authoritie and power denie not It will goe hard with poore Anthonio Por Is it your deere friend that is thus in trouble Bass The deerest friend to me the kindest man The best condition'd and vnwearied spirit In doing curtesies and one in whom The ancient Romane honour more appeares Then any that drawes breath in Italie Por. What summe owes he the Iew Bass For me three thousand ducats Por. What no more Pay him sixe thousand and deface the bond Double sixe thousand and then treble that Before a friend of this description Shall lose a haire through Bassano's fault First goe with me to Church and call me wife And then away to Venice to your friend For neuer shall you lie by Portias side With an vnquiet soule You shall haue gold To pay the petty debt twenty times ouer When it is payd bring your true friend along My maid Nerrissa and my selfe meane time Will liue as maids and widdowes come away For you shall hence vpon your wedding day Bid your friends welcome show a merry cheere Since you are deere bought I will loue you deere But let me heare the letter of your friend Sweet Bassanio my ships haue all miscarried my Creditors grow cruell my estate is very low my bond to the Iew is forfeit and since in paying it it is impossible I should liue all debts are cleerd betweene you and I if I might see you at my death notwithstanding vse your pleasure if your loue doe not perswade you to come let not my letter Por. O loue dispach all busines and be gone Bass Since I haue your good leaue to goe away I will make hast but till I come againe No bed shall ere be guilty of my stay Nor rest be interposâr twixt vs twaine Exeunt Enter the Iew and Solanio and Anthonio and the Iaylor Iew. Iaylor looke to him tell not me of mercy This is the foole that lends out money gratis Iaylor looke to him Ant. Heare me yet good Shylok Iew. I le haue my bond speake not against my bond I haue sworne an oath that I will haue my bond Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause But since I am a dog beware my phangs The Duke shall grant me iustice I do wonder Thou naughty Iaylor that thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request Ant. I pray thee heare me speake Iew. I le haue my bond I will not heare thee speake I le haue my bond and therefore speake no more I le not be made a soft and dull ey'd foole To shake the head relent and sigh and yeeld To Christian intercessors follow not I le haue no speaking I will haue my bond Exit Iew. Sol. It is the most impenetrable curre That euer kept with men Ant. Let him alone I le follow him no more with bootlesse prayers He seekes my life his reason well I know I oft deliuer'd from his forfeitures Many that haue at times made mone to me Therefore he hates me Sol. I am sure the Duke will neuer grant this forfeiture to hold An. The Duke cannot deny the course of law For the commoditie that strangers haue With vs in Venice if it be denied Will much impeach the iustice of the State Since that the trade and profit of the citty Consisteth of all Nations Therefore goe These greefes and losses haue so bated mee That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh To morrow to my bloudy Creditor Well Iaylor on pray God Bassanio come To see me pay his debt and then I care not Exeunt Enter Portia Nerrissa Lorenzo Iessica and a man of Portias Lor. Madam although I speake it in your presence You haue a noble and a true conceit Of god-like amity which appeares most strongly In bearing thus the absence of your Lord. But if you knew to whom you shew this honour How true a Gentleman you send releefe How deere a louer of my Lord your husband I know you would be prouder of the worke Then customary bounty can enforce you Por. I neuer did repent for doing good Nor shall not now for in companions That do conuerse and waste the time together Whose soules doe beare an egal yoke of loue There must be needs a like proportion Of lyniaments of manners and of spirit Which makes me thinke that this Anthonio Being the bosome louer of my Lord Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so How little is the cost I haue bestowed In purchasing the semblance of my soule From out the state of hellish cruelty This comes too neere the praising of my selfe Therefore no more of it heere other things Lorenso I commit into your hands The husbandry and mannage of my house Vntill my Lords returne for mine owne part I haue toward heauen breath'd a secret vow To liue in prayer and contemplation Onely attended by Nerrissa heere Vntill her husband and my Lords returne There is a monastery too miles oft And there we will abide I doe desire you Not to denie this imposition The which my loue and some necessity Now layes vpon you Lorens Madame with all my heart I shall obey you in all faire commands Por. My people doe already know my minde And will acknowledge you and Iessica In place of Lord Bassanio and my selfe So far you well till we shall meete againe Lor. Faire thoughts happy houres attend on you Iessi I wish your Ladiship all hearts content Por. I thanke you for your wish and am well pleas'd To wish it backe on you faryouwell Iessica Exeunt Now Balthaser as I haue euer found thee honest true So let me finde thee still take this same letter And vse thou all the indeauor of a man In speed to Mantua see thou render this Into my cosins hand Doctor Belariâ And looke what notes and garments he doth giue thee Bring them I pray thee with imagin'd speed Vnto the Tranect to the common Ferrie Which trades to Venice waste no time in words But get thee gone I shall be there before thee Balth. Madam I goe with all conuenient speed Por. Come on Nerissa I haue worke in hand That you yet know not of wee 'll see our husbands Before they thinke of vs Nerrissa Shall they see vs Portia They shall Nerrissa but in such a habit That they shall thinke we are accomplished With that we lacke I le hold thee any wager When we are both accoutered like yong men I le proue the prettier fellow of the two And weare my dagger with the brauer grace And speake betweene the
choose to haue A weight of carrion flesh then to receiue Three thousand Ducats I le not answer that But say it is my humor Is it answered What if my house be troubled with a Rat And I be pleas'd to giue ten thousand Ducates To haue it bain'd What are you answer'd yet Some men there are loue not a gaping Pigge Some that are mad if they behold a Cat And others when the bag-pipe sings i' th nose Cannot containe their Vrine for affection Masters of passion swayes it to the moode Of what it likes or loaths now for your answer As there is no firme reason to be rendred Why he cannot abide a gaping Pigge Why he a harmlesse necessarie Cat Why he a woollen bag-pipe but of force Must yeeld to such ineuitable shame As to offend himselfe being offended So can I giue no reason nor I will not More then a lodg'd hate and a certaine loathing I beare Anthonio that I follow thus A loosing suite against him Are you answered Bass This is no answer thou vnfeeling man To excuse the currant of thy cruelty Iew. I am not bound to please thee with my answer Bass Do all men kil the things they do not loue Iew. Hates any man the thing he would not kill Bass Euerie offence is not a hate at first Iew. What wouldst thou haue a Serpent sting thee twice Ant. I pray you thinke you question with the Iew You may as well go stand vpon the beach And bid the maine flood baite his vsuall height Or euen as well vse question with the Wolfe The Ewe bleate for the Lambe You may as well forbid the Mountaine Pines To wagge their high tops and to make no noise When they are fretted with the gusts of heauen You may as well do any thing most hard As seeke to soften that then which what harder His Iewish heart Therefore I do beseech you Make no more offers vse no farther meanes But with all briefe and plaine conueniencie Let me haue iudgement and the Iew his will Bas For thy three thousand Ducates heereis six Iew. If euerie Ducat in sixe thousand Ducates Were in sixe parts and euery part a Ducate I would not draw them I would haue my bond Du. How shalt thou hope for mercie rendring none Iew. What iudgement shall I dread doing no wrong You haue among you many a purchast slaue Which like your Asses and your Dogs and Mules You vse in abiect and in slauish parts Because you bought them Shall I say to you Let them be free marrie them to your heires Why sweate they vnder burthens Let their beds Be made as soft as yours and let their pallats Be season'd with such Viands you will answer The slaues are ours So do I answer you The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is deerely bought 't is mine and I will haue it If you deny me fie vpon your Law There is no force in the decrees of Venice I stand for iudgement answer Shall I haue it Du. Vpon my power I may dismisse this Court Vnlesse Bellario a learned Doctor Whom I haue sent for to determine this Come heere to day Sal. My Lord heere stayes without A Messenger with Letters from the Doctor New come from Padua Du. Bring vs the Letters Call the Messengers Bass Good cheere Anthonio What man corage yet The Iew shall haue my flesh blood bones and all Ere thou shalt loose for me one drop of blood Ant. I am a tainted Weather of the flocke Meetest for death the weakest kinde of fruite Drops earliest to the ground and so let me You cannot better be employ'd Bassanio Then to liue still and write mine Epitaph Enter Nerrissa Du. Came you from Padua from Bellario Ner. From both My Lord Bellario greets your Grace Bas Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly Iew. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrout there Gra. Not on thy soale but on thy soule harsh Iew Thou mak'st thy knife keene but no mettall can No not the hangmans Axe beare halfe the keennesse Of thy sharpe enuy Can no prayers pierce thee Iew. No none that thou hast wit enough to make Gra. O be thou damn'd inexecrable dogge And for thy life let iustice be accus'd Thou almost mak'st me wauer in my faith To hold opinion with Pythagoras That soules of Animals infuse themselues Into the trunkes of men Thy currish spirit Gouern'd a Wolfe who hang'd for humane slaughter Euen from the gallowes did his fell soule fleet And whil'st thou layest in thy vnhallowed dam Infus'd it selfe in thee For thy desires Are Woluish bloody steru'd and rauenous Iew. Till thou canst raile the seale from off my bond Thou but offend'st thy Lungs to speake so loud Repaire thy wit good youth or it will fall To endlesse ruine I stand heere for Law Du. This Letter from Bellario doth commend A yong and Learned Doctor in our Court Where is he Ner. He attendeth heere hard by To know your answer whether you 'l admit him Du. With all my heart Some three or four of you Go giue him curteous conduct to this place Meane time the Court shall heare Bellarioes Letter YOur Grace shall vnderstand that at the receive of your Letter I am very sicke but in the instant that your messenger came in louing visitation was with me a young Doctor of Rome his name is Balthasân I acquained him with the cause in Controuersie betweene the Iew and Anthonio the Merchant We turn'd ore many Bookes together hee is furnished with my opinion which ãâã âed with his owne learning the greatnesse whereof I cannot enough command comes with him at my importunity to fill vp your Graces request in my sted I beseech you let his lacke of years be no impediment to let him lacke a reuerend estimation for I neuer knewe so yong a body with so old a head I leaue him to your gracious acceptance whose trial shall better publish his commendation Enter Portia for Balthazar Duke You heare the learn'd Bellario what he writes And heere I take it is the Doctor come Giue me your hand Came you from old Bellario Por. I did my Lord. Du. You are welcome take your place Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question in the Court. Por. I am enformed throughly of the cause Which is the Merchant heere and which the Iew Du. Anthonio and old Shylocke both stand forth Por. Is your name Shylocke Iew. Shylocke is my name Por. Of a strange nature is the sute you follow Yet in such rule that the Venetian Law Cannot impugne you as you do proceed You stand within his danger do you not Ant. I so he sayes Por. Do you confesse the bond Ant. I do Por. Then must the Iew be mercifull Iew. On what compulsion must I Tell me that Por. The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle raine from heauen Vpon the place beneath It is twice blest It blesseth him that giues and him that
Pardon me I pray you I thought that all things had bin sauage heere And therefore put I on the countenance Of sterne command'ment But what ere you are That in this desert inaccessible Vnder the shade of melancholly boughes Loose and neglect the creeping houres of time If euer you haue look'd on better dayes If euer beene where bels haue knoll'd to Church If euer sate at any good mans feast If euer from your eye-lids wip'd a teare And know what 't is to pittie and be pittied Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be In the which hope I blush and hide my Sword Du. Sen. True is it that we haue seene better dayes And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church And sat at good mens feasts and wip'd our eies Of drops that sacred pity hath engendred And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse And take vpon command what helpe we haue That to your wanting may be ministred Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while Whiles like a Doe I go to finde my Fawne And giue it food There is an old poore man Who after me hath many a weary steppe Limpt in pure loue till he be first suffic'd Opprest with two weake euils age and hunger I will not touch a bit Duke Sen. Go finde him out And we will nothing waste till you returne Orl. I thanke ye and be blest for your good comfort Du Sen. Thou seest we are not all alone vnhappie This wide and vniuersall Theater Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane Wherein we play in Ia. All the world 's a stage And all the men and women meerely Players They haue their Exits and their Entrances And one man in his time playes many parts His Acts being seuen ages At first the Infant Mewling and puking in the Nurses armes Then the whining Schoole-boy with his Satchell And shining morning face creeping like snaile Vnwillingly to schoole And then the Louer Sighing like Furnace with a wofull ballad Made to his Mistresse eye-brow Then a Soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the Pard Ielous in honor sodaine and quicke in quarrell Seeking the bubble Reputation Euen in the Canons mouth And then the Iustice In faire round belly with good Capon lin'd With eyes seuere and beard of formall cut Full of wise sawes and moderne instances And so he playes his part The sixt age shifts Into the leane and slipper'd Pantaloone With spectacles on nose and pouch on side His youthfull hose well sau'd a world too wide For his shrunke shanke and his bigge manly voice Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes And whistles in his sound Last Scene of all That ends this strange euentfull historie Is second childishnesse and meere obliuion Sans teeth sans eyes sans taste sans euery thing Enter Orlando with Adam Du Sen. Welcome set downe your venerable burthen and let him feede Orl. I thanke you most for him Ad. So had you neede I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe Du. Sen. Welcome fall too I wil not trouble you As yet to question you about your fortunes Giue vs some Musicke and good Cozen sing Song Blow blow thou winter windâ Thou art not so vnkinde as mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keene because thou art not seene although thy breath be rude Heigh ho sing heigh ho vnto the greene holly Most frendship is fayning most Louing meere folly The heigh ho the holly This Life is most iolly Freize freize thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh as benefitts forgot Though thou the waters warpe thy sting is not so sharpe as freind remembred not Heigh ho sing c. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse Most truly limn'd and liuing in your face Be truly welcome hither I am the Duke That lou'd your Father the residue of your fortune Go to my Caue and tell mee Good old man Thou art right welcome as thy masters is Support him by the arme giue me your hand And let me all your fortunes vnderstand Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Lords Oliuer Du. Not see him since Sir sir that cannot be But were I not the better part made mercie I should not seeke an absent argument Of my reuenge thou present but looke to it Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is Seeke him with Candle bring him dead or liuing Within this tweluemonth or turne thou no more To seeke a liuing in our Territorie Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure do we seize into our hands Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth Of what we thinke against thee Ol. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this I neuer lou'd my brother in my life Duke More villaine thou Well push him out of dores And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent vpon his house and Lands Do this expediently and turne him going Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Orlando Orl. Hang there my verse in witnesse of my loue And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name that my full life doth sway O Rosalind these Trees shall be my Bookes And in their barkes my thoughts I le charracter That euerie eye which in this Forrest lookes Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where Run run Orlando carue on euery Tree The faire the chaste and vnexpressiue shee Exit Enter Corin Clowne Co. And how like you this shepherds life M r Touchstone Clow. Truely Shepheard in respect of it selfe it is a good life but in respect that it is a shepheards life it is naught In respect that it is solitary I like it verie well but in respect that it is priuate it is a very vild life Now in respect it is in the fields it pleaseth mee well but in respect it is not in the Court it is tedious As it is a spare life looke you it fits my humor well but as there is no more plentie in it it goes much against my stomacke Has't any Philosophie in thee shepheard Cor. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is and that hee that wants money meanes and content is without three good frends That the propertie of raine is to wet and fire to burne That pood pasture makes fat sheepe and that a great cause of the night is lacke of the Sunne That hee that hath learned no wit by Nature nor Art may complaine of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred Clo. Such a one is a naturall Philosopher Was 't euer in Court Shepheard Cor. No truly Clo. Then thou art damn'd Cor. Nay I hope Clo. Truly thou art damn'd like an ill roasted Egge all on one side Cor. For not being at Court your reason Clo. Why if thou neuer was 't at Court thou neuer saw'st good manners if
me wel and not being wel married it wil be a good excuse for me heereafter to leaue my wife Iaq. Goe thou with mee And let me counsel thee Ol. Come sweete Audrey We must be married or we must liue in baudrey Farewel good M r Oliuer Not O sweet Oliuer O braue Oliuer leaue me not behind thee But winde away bee gone I say I wil not to wedding with thee Ol. 'T is no matter Ne're a fantastical knaue of them all shal slout me out of my calling Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Rosalind Celia Ros Neuer talke to me I wil weepe Cel. Do I prethee but yet haue the grace to consider that teares do not become a man Ros But haue I not cause to weepe Cel. As good cause as one would desire Therefore weepe Ros His very haire Is of the dissembling colour Cel. Something browner then Iudasses Marrie his kisses are Iudasses owne children Ros I' faith his haire is of a good colour Cel. An excellent colour Your Chessenut was euer the onely colour Ros And his kissing is as ful of sanctitie As the touch of holy bread Cel. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana a Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie the very yee of chastity is in them Rosa But why did hee sweare hee would come this morning and comes not Cel. Nay certainly there is no truth in him Ros Doe you thinke so Cel. Yes I thinke he is not a picke purse nor a horse-stealer but for his verity in loue I doe thinke him as concaue as a couered goblet or a Worme-eaten nut Ros Not true in loue Cel. Yes when he is in but I thinke he is not in Ros You haue heard him sweare downright he was Cel. Was is not is besides the oath of Louer is no stronger then the word of a Tapster they are both the confirmer of false reckonings he attends here in the forrest on the Duke your father Ros I met the Duke yesterday and had much question with him he askt me of what parentage I was I told him of as good as he so he laugh'd and let mee goe But what talke wee of Fathers when there is such a man as Orlando Cel. O that 's a braue man hee writes braue verses speakes braue words sweares braue oathes and breakes them brauely quite trauers athwart the heart of his louer as a puisny Tilter y t spurs his horse but on one side breakes his staffe like a noble goose but all 's braue that youth mounts and folly guides who comes heere Enter Corin. Corin. Mistresse and Master you haue oft enquired After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse That was his Mistresse Cel. Well and what of him Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine Goe hence a little and I shall conduct you If you will marke it Ros O come let vs remoue The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue Bring vs to this sight and you shall say I le proue a busie actor in their play Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Siluius and Phebe Sil. Sweet Phebe doe not scorne me do not Phebe Say that you loue me not but say not so In bitternesse the common executioner Whose heart th' accustom'd sight of death makes hard Falls not the axe vpon the humbled neck But first begs pardon will you sterner be Then he that dies and liues by bloody drops Enter Rosalind Celia and Corin. Phe. I would not be thy executioner I flye thee for I would not iniure thee Thou tellst me there is murder in mine eye 'T is pretty sure and very probable That eyes that are the frailst and softest things Who shut their coward gates on atomyes Should be called tyrants butchers murtherers Now I doe frowne on thee with all my heart And if mine eyes can wound now let them kill thee Now counterfeit to swound why now fall downe Or if thou canst not oh for shame for shame Lye not to say mine eyes are murtherers Now shew the wound mine eye hath made in thee Scratch thee but with a pin and there remaines Some scarre of it Leane vpon a rush The Cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palme some moment keepes but now mine eyes Which I haue darted at thee hurt thee not Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes That can doe hurt Sil. O deere Phebe If euer as that euer may be neere You meet in some fresh cheeke the power of fancie Then shall you know the wounds inuisible That Loues keene arrows make Phe. But till that time Come not thou neere me and when that time comes Afflict me with thy mockes pitty me not As till that time I shall not pitty thee Ros And why I pray you who might be your mother That you insult exult and all at once Ouer the wretched what though you hau no beauty As by my faith I see no more in you Then without Candle may goe darke to bed Must you be therefore prowd and pittilesse Why what meanes this why do you looke on me I see no more in you then in the ordinary Of Natures sale-worke ' ods my little life I thinke she meanes to tangle my eies too No faith proud Mistresse hope not after it 'T is not your inkie browes your blacke silke haire Your bugle eye-balls nor your cheeke of creame That can entame my spirits to your worship You foolish Shepheard wherefore do you follow her Like foggy South puffing with winde and raine You are a thousand times a properer man Then she a woman 'T is such fooles as you That makes the world full of ill-fauourd children 'T is not her glasse but you that flatters her And out of you she sees her selfe more proper Then any of her lineaments can show her But Mistris know your selfe downe on your knees And thanke heauen fasting for a good mans loue For I must tell you friendly in your eare Sell when you can you are not for all markets Cry the man mercy loue him take his offer Foule is most foule being foule to be a scoffer So take her to thee Shepheard fare you well Phe. Sweet youth I pray you chide a yere together I had rather here you chide then this man wooe Ros Heeâ falne in loue with your foulnesse shee 'll Fall in loue with my anger If it be so as fast As she answeres thee with frowning lookes I le sauce Her with bitter words why looke you so vpon me Phe. For no ill will I beare you Ros I pray you do not fall in loue with mee For I am falser then vowes made in wine Besides I like you not if you will know my house 'T is at the tufft of Oliues here hard by Will you goe Sister Shepheard ply her hard Come Sister Shepheardesse looke on him
oft haue heard And for an entrance to my entertainment I do present you with a man of mine Cunning in Musicke and the Mathematickes To instruct her fully in those sciences Whereof I know she is not ignorant Accept of him or else you do me wrong His name is Litio borne in Mantua Bap. Y' are welcome sir and he for your good sake But for my daughter Katerine this I know She is not for your turne the more my greefe Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her Or else you like not of my companie Bap. Mistake me not I speake but as I finde Whence are you sir What may I call your name Pet. Petruchio is my name Antonio's sonne A man well knowne throughout all Italy Bap. I know him well you are welcome for his sake Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio I pray let vs that are poore petitioners speake too Bacare you are meruaylous forward Pet. Oh Pardon me signior Gremio I would faine be doing Gre. I doubt it not sir But you will curse Your wooing neighbors this is a guift Very gratefull I am sure of it to expresse The like kindnesse my selfe that haue beene More kindely beholding to you then any Freely giue vnto this yong Scholler that hath Beene long studying at Rhemes as cunning In Greeke Latine and other Languages As the other in Musicke and Mathematickes His name is Cambio pray accept his seruice Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio Welcome good Cambio But gentle sir Me thinkes you walke like a stranger May I be so bold to know the cause of your comming Tra. Pardon me sir the boldnesse is mine owne That being a stranger in this Cittie heere Do make my selfe a sutor to your daughter Vnto Bianca faire and vertuous Nor is your firme resolue vnknowne to me In the preferment of the eldest sister This liberty is all that I request That vpon knowledge of my Parentage I may haue welcome ' mongst the rest that woo And free accesse and fauour as the rest And toward the education of your daughters I heere bestow a simple instrument And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes If you accept them then their worth is great Bap. Lucentio is your name of whence I pray Tra. Of Pisa sir sonne to Vincentio Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report I know him well you are verie welcome sir Take you the Lute and you the set of bookes You shall go see your Pupils presently Holla within Enter a Seruant Sirrah leade these Gentlemen To my daughters and tell them both These are their Tutors bid them vse them well We will go walke a little in the Orchard And then to dinner you are passing welcome And so I pray you all to thinke your selues Pet. Signior Baptista my businesse asketh haste And euerie day I cannot come to woo You knew my father well and in him me Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods Which I haue bettered rather then decreast Then tell me if I get your daughters loue What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife Bap. After my death the one halfe of my Lands And in possession twentie thousand Crownes Pet And for that dowrie I le assure her of Her widdow-hood be it that she suruiue me In all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs That couenants may be kept on either hand Bap. I when the speciall thing is well obtain'd That is her loue for that is all in all Pet. Why that is nothing for I tell you father I am as peremptorie as she proud minded And where two raging fires meete together They do consume the thing that feedes their furie Though little fire growes great with little winde yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all So I to her and so she yeelds to me For I am rough and woo not like a babe Bap. Well maist thou woo and happy be thy speed But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words Pet. I to the proofe as Mountaines are for windes That shakes not though they blow perpetually Enter Hortensio with his head broke Bap. How now my friend why dost thou looke so pale Hor. For feare I promise you if I looke pale Bap. What will my daughter proue a good Musitian Hor. I thinke she 'l sooner proue a souldier Iron may hold with her but neuer Lutes Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute Hor. Why no for she hath broke the Lute to me I did but tell her she mistooke her frets And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering When with a most impatient diuellish spirit Frets call you these quoth she I le fume with them And with that word she stroke me on the head And through the instrument my pate made way And there I stood amazed for a while As on a Pillorie looking through the Lute While she did call me Rascall Fidler And twangling lacke with twentie such vilde tearmes As had she studied to misvse me so Pet. Now by the world it is a lustie Wench I loue her ten times more then ere I did Oh how I long to haue some chat with her Bap. Wel go with me and be not so discomfited Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter She 's apt to learne and thankefull for good turnes Signior Petruchio will you go with vs Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you Exit Manet Petruchio Pet. I pray you do I le attend her heere And woo her with some spirit when she comes Say that she raile why then I le tell her plaine She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale Say that she frowne I le say she lookes as cleere As morning Roses newly washt with dew Say she be mute and will not speake a word Then I le commend her volubility And say she vtcereth piercing eloquence If she do bid me packe I le giue her thankes As though she bid me stay by her a weeke If she denie to wed I le craue the day When I shall aske the banes and when be married But heere she comes and now Petruchio speake Enter Katerina Good morrow Kate for that 's your name I heare Kate. Well haue you heard but something hard of hearing They call me Katerine that do talke of me Pet. You lye infaith for you are call'd plaine Kate And bony Kate and sometimes Kate the curst But Kate the prettiest Kate in Christendome Kate of Kate-hall my super-daintie Kate For dainties are all Kates and therefore Kate Take this of me Kate of my consolation Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne Thy vertues spoke of and thy beautie sounded Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs My selfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife Kate. Mou'd in good time let him that mou'd you hether Remoue you hence I knew you at the first You were a mouable Pet. Why what 's a mouable Kat. A ioyn'd stoole Pet. Thou hast hit it come sit on me Kate. Asses are made to
meane habiliments Our purses shall be proud our garments poore For 't is the minde that makes the bodie rich And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds So honor peereth in the meanest habit What is the Iay more precious then the Larke Because his feathers are more beautifull Or is the Adder better then the Eele Because his painted skin contents the eye Oh no good Kate neither art thou the worse For this poore furniture and meane array If thou accountedst it shame lay it on me And therefore frolicke we will hence forthwith To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house Go call my men and let vs straight to him And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end There wil we mount and thither walke on foote Let 's see I thinke 't is now some seuen a clocke And well we may come there by dinner time Kate. I dare assure you sir 't is almost two And 't will be supper time ere you come there Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse Looke what I speake or do or thinke to doe You are still crossing it sirs let 't alone I will not goe to day and ere I doe It shall be what a clock I say it is Hor. Why so this gallant will command the sunne Enter Tranio and the Pedant drest like Vincentio Tra. Sirs this is the house please it you that I call Ped. I what else and but I be deceiued Signior Baptista may remember me Neere twentie yeares a goe in Genoa Tra. Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus T is well and hold your owne in any case With such austeritie as longeth to a father Enter Biondello Ped. I warrant you but sir here comes your boy T were good he were school'd Tra. Feare you not him sirra Biondello Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you Imagine 't were the right Vincentio Bion. Tut feare not me Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice And that you look't for him this day in Padua Tra. Th' art a tall fellow hold thee that to drinke Here comes Baptista set your countenance sir Enter Baptista and Lucentio Pedant booted and bare headed Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met Sir this is the gentleman I told you of I pray you stand good father to me now Giue me Bianca for my patrimony Ped. Soft son sir by your leaue hauing com to Padua To gather in some debts my son Lucentio Made me acquainted with a waighty cause Of loue betweene your daughter and himselfe And for the good report I heare of you And for the loue he beareth to your daughter And she to him to stay him not too long I am content in a good fathers care To haue him matcht and if you please to like No worse then I vpon some agreement Me shall you finde readie and willing With one consent to haue her so bestowed For curious I cannot be with you Signior Baptista of whom I heare so well Bap. Sir pardon me in what I haue to say Your plainnesse and your shortnesse please me well Right true it is your sonne Lucentio here Doth loue my daughter and she loueth him Or both dissemble deepely their affections And therefore if you say no more then this That like a Father you will deale with him And passe my daughter a sufficient dower The match is made and all is done Your sonne shall haue my daughter with consent Tra. I thanke you sir where then doe you know best We be affied and such assurance tane As shall with either parts agreement stand Bap. Not in my house Lucentio for you know Pitchers haue eares and I haue manie seruants Besides old Gremio is harkning still And happilie we might be interrupted Tra. Then at my lodging and it like you There doth my father lie and there this night Wee le passe the businesse priuately and well Send for your daughter by your seruant here My Boy shall fetch the Scriuener presentlie The worst is this that at so slender warning You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance Bap. It likes me well Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight And if you will tell what hath hapned Lucentios Father is arriued in Padua And how she 's like to be Lucentios wife Biond I praie the gods she may withall my heart Exit Tran. Dallie not with the gods but get thee gone Enter Peter Signior Baptista shall I leade the way Welcome one messe is like to be your cheere Come sir we will better it in Pisa Bap. I follow you Exeunt Enter Lucentio and Biondello Bion. Cambio Luc. What saist thou Biondello Biond You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon you Luc. Biondello what of that Biond Faith nothing but has left mee here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes and tokens Luc. I pray thee moralize them Biond Then thus Baptista is safe talking with the deceiuing Father of a deceitfull sonne Luc. And what of him Biond His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper Luc. And then Bio The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your command at all houres Luc. And what of all this Bion. I cannot tell expect they are busied about a counterfeit assurance take you assurance of her Cum preuilegio ad Impremendum solem to th' Church take the Priest Clarke and some sufficient honest witnesses If this be not that you looke for I haue no more to say But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello Biond I cannot tarry I knew a wench maried in an afternoone as shee went to the Garden for Parseley to stuffe a Rabit and so may you sir and so adew sir my Master hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid the Priest be readie to come against you come with your appendix Exit Luc. I may and will if she be so contented She will be pleas'd then wherefore should I doubt Hap what hap may I le roundly goe about her It shall goe hard if Cambio goe without her Exit Enter Petruchio Kate Hortentio Petr. Come on a Gods name once more toward our fathers Good Lord how bright and goodly shines the Moone Kate. The Moone the Sunne it is not Moonelight now Pet. I say it is the Moone that shines so bright Kate. I know it is the Sunne that shines so bright Pet. Now by my mothers sonne and that 's my selfe It shall be moone or starre or what I list Or ere I iourney to your Fathers house Goe on and fetch our horses backe againe Euermore crost and crost nothing but crost Hort. Say as he saies or we shall neuer goe Kate. Forward I pray since we haue come so farre And be it moone or sunne or what you please And if you please to call it a rush Candle Henceforth I vowe it shall be so for me Petr. I say it is the Moone Kate. I know
your Charities Shall best instruct you measure me and so The Kings will be perform'd Leo. Shall I be heard Her Who is' t that goes with me beseech your Highnes My Women may be with me for you see My plight requires it Doe not weepe good Fooles There is no cause When you shall know your Mistris Ha's deseru'd Prison then abound in Teares As I come out this Action I now goe on Is for my better grace Adieu my Lord I neuer wish'd to see you sorry now I trust I shall my Women come you haue leaue Leo. Goe doe our bidding hence Lord. Beseech your Highnesse call the Queene againe Antig. Be certaine what you do Sir least your Iustice Proue violence in the which three great ones suffer Your Selfe your Queene your Sonne Lord. For her my Lord I dare my life lay downe and will do 't Sir Please you t' accept it that the Queene is spotlesse I' th' eyes of Heauen and to you I meane In this which you accuse her Antig. If it proue Shee 's otherwise I le keepe my Stables where I lodge my Wife I le goe in couples with her Then when I feele and see her no farther trust her For euery ynch of Woman in the World I euery dram of Womans flesh is false If she be Leo. Hold your peaces Lord. Good my Lord. Antig. It is for you we speake not for our selues You are abus'd and by some putter on That will be damn'd for 't would I knew the Villaine I would Land-damne him be she honor-flaw'd I haue three daughters the eldest is eleuen The second and the third nine and some fiue If this proue true they 'l pay for 't By mine Honor I le gell'd em all fourteene they shall not see To bring false generations they are co-heyres And I had rather glib my selfe then they Should not produce faire issue Leo. Cease no more You smell this businesse with a sence as cold As is a dead-mans nose but I do see 't and feel 't As you feele doing thus and see withall The Instruments that feele Antig. If it be so We neede no graue to burie honesty There 's not a graine of it the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy-earth Leo. What lacke I credit Lord. I had rather you did lacke then I my Lord Vpon this ground and more it would content me To haue her Honor true then your suspition Be blam'd for 't how you might Leo. Why what neede we Commune with you of this but rather follow Our forcefull instigation Our prerogatiue Cals not your Counsailes but our naturall goodnesse Imparts this which if you or stupified Or seeming so in skill cannot or will not Rellish a truth like vs informe your selues We neede no more of your aduice the matter The losse the gaine the ord'ring on 't Is all properly ours Antig. And I wish my Liege You had onely in your silent iudgement tride it Without more ouerture Leo. How could that be Either thou art most ignorant by age Or thou wer 't borne a foole Camillo's flight Added to their Familiarity Which was as grosse as euer touch'd coniecture That lack'd sight onely nought for approbation But onely seeing all other circumstances Made vp to ' th deed doth push-on this proceeding Yet for a greater confirmation For in an Acte of this importance 't were Most pitteous to be wilde I haue dispatch'd in post To sacred Delphos to Appollo's Temple Cleomines and Dion whom you know Of stuff'd-sufficiency Now from the Oracle They will bring all whose spirituall counsaile had Shall stop or spurre me Haue I done well Lord. Well done my Lord. Leo. Though I am satisfide and neede no more Then what I know yet shall the Oracle Giue rest to th' mindes of others such as he Whose ignorant credulitie will not Come vp to th' truth So haue we thought it good From our free person she should be confinde Least that the treachery of the two fled hence Be left her to performe Come follow vs We are to speake in publique for this businesse Will raise vs all Antig. To laughter as I take it If the good truth were knowne Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Paulina a Gentleman Gaoler Emilia Paul The Keeper of the prison call to him Let him haue knowledge who I am Good Lady No Court in Europe is too good for thee What dost thou then in prison Now good Sir You know me do you not Gao For a worthy Lady And one who much I honour Pau. Pray you then Conduct me to the Queene Gao I may not Madam To the contrary I haue expresse commandment Pau. Here 's a-do to locke vp honesty honour from Th' accesse of gentle visitors Is' t lawfull pray you To see her Women Any of them Emilia Gao So please you Madam To put a-part these your attendants I Shall bring Emilia forth Pau. I pray now call her With-draw your selues Gao And Madam I must be present at your Conference Pau. Well be 't so prethee Heere 's such a-doe to make no staine a staine As passes colouring Deare Gentlewoman How fares our gracious Lady Emil. As well as one so great and so forlorne May hold together On her frights and greefes Which neuer tender Lady hath borne greater She is something before her time deliuer'd Pau. A boy Emil. A daughter and a goodly babe Lusty and like to liue the Queene receiues Much comfort in 't Sayes my poore prisoner I am innocent as you Pau. I dare be sworne These dangerous vnsafe Lunes i' th' King beshrew them He must be told on 't and he shall the office Becomes a woman best I le take 't vpon me If I proue hony-mouth'd let my tongue blister And neuer to my red-look'd Anger bee The Trumpet any more pray you Emilia Commend my best obedience to the Queene If she dares trust me with her little babe I 'le shew 't the King and vndertake to bee Her Aduocate to th' lowd'st We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' th' Childe The silence often of pure innocence Perswades when speaking failes Emil. Most worthy Madam your honor and your goodnesse is so euident That your free vndertaking cannot misse A thriuing yssue there is no Lady liuing So meete for this great errand please your Ladiship To visit the next roome I le presently Acquaint the Queene of your most noble offer Who but to day hammered of this designe But durst not tempt a minister of honour Least she should be deny'd Paul Tell her Emilia I le vse that tongue I haue If wit flow from 't As boldnesse from my bosome le't not be doubted I shall do good Emil. Now be you blest for it I le to the Queene please you come something neerer Gao Madam if 't please the Queene to send the babe I know not what I shall incurre to passe it Hauing no warrant Pau. You neede not feare it sir This Childe was prisoner to the wombe and is By Law and
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-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 lây 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
being as I am lytter'd vnder Mercurie was likewise a snapper-vp of vnconsidered trifles With Dye and drab I purchas'd this Caparison and my Reuennew is the silly Cheate Gallowes and Knocke are too powerfull on the Highway Beating and hanging are terrors to mee For the life to come I sleepe out the thought of it A prize a prize Enter Clowne Clo. Let me see euery Leauen-weather toddes euery tod yeeldes pound and odde shilling fifteene hundred shorne what comes the wooll too Aut. If the sprindge hold the Cocke's mine Clo. I cannot do 't without Compters Let mee see what am I to buy for our Sheepe-shearing-Feast Three pound of Sugar fiue pound of Currence Rice What will this sister of mine do with Rice But my father hath made her Mistris of the Feast and she layes it on Shee hath made-me four and twenty Nose-gayes for the shearers three-man song-men all and very good ones but they are most of them Meanes and Bases but one Puritan amongst them and he sings Psalmes to horne-pipes I must haue Saffron to colour the Warden Pies Mace Dates none that 's out of my note Nutmegges seuen a Race or two of Ginger but that I may begge Foure pound of Prewyns and as many of Reysons o' th Sun Aut. Oh that euer I was borne Clo. I' th' name of me Aut. Oh helpe me helpe mee plucke but off these ragges and then death death Clo. Alacke poore soule thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee rather then haue these off Aut. Oh sir the loathsomnesse of them offend mee more then the stripes I haue receiued which are mightie ones and millions Clo. Alas poore man a million of beating may come to a great matter Aut. I am rob'd sir and beaten my money and apparrell tane from me and these derestable things put vpon me Clo. What by a horse-man or a foot-man Aut. A footman sweet sir a footman Clo. Indeed he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee If this bee a horsemans Coate it hath seene very hot seruice Lend me thy hand I le helpe thee Come lend me thy hand Aut. Oh good sir tenderly oh Clo. Alas poore soule Aut. Oh good sir softly good sir I feare sir my shoulder-blade is out Clo. How now Canst stand Aut. Softly deere sir good sir softly you ha done me a charitable office Clo. Doest lacke any mony I haue a little mony for thee Aut. No good sweet sir no I beseech you sir I haue a Kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence vnto whome I was going I shall there haue money or anie thing I want Offer me no money I pray you that killes my heart Clow. What manner of Fellow was hee that robb'd you Aut. A fellow sir that I haue knowne to goe about with Troll-my-dames I knew him once a seruant of the Prince I cannot tell good sir for which of his Vertues it was but hee was certainely Whipt out of the Court. Clo. His vices you would say there 's no vertue whipt out of the Court they cherish it to make it stay there and yet it will no more but abide Aut. Vices I would say Sir I know this man well he hath bene since an Ape-bearer then a Processe-seruer a Bayliffe then hee compast a Motion of the Prodigall sonne and married a Tinkers wife within a Mile where my Land and Liuing lyes and hauing flowne ouer many knauish professions he setled onely in Rogue some call him Autolicus Clo. Out vpon him Prig for my life Prig he haunts Wakes Faires and Beare-baitings Aut. Very true sir he sir hee that 's the Rogue that put me into this apparrell Clo. Not a more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia If you had but look'd bigge and spit at him hee 'ld haue runne Aut. I must confesse to you sir I am no fighter I am false of heart that way that he knew I warrant him Clo. How do you now Aut. Sweet sir much better then I was I can stand and walke I will euen take my leaue of you pace softly towards my Kinsmans Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way Aut. No good fac'd sir no sweet sir Clo. Then fartheewell I must go buy Spices for our sheepe-shearing Exit Aut. Prosper you sweet sir Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your Spice I le be with you at your sheepe-shearing too If I make not this Cheat bring out another and the sheerers proue sheepe let me be vnrold and my name put in the booke of Vertue Song Iog-on Iog-on the foot-path way And merrily hent the Stile-a A merry heart goes all the day Your sad tyres in a Mile-a Exit Scena Quarta Enter Florizell Perdita Shepherd Clowne Polixenes Camillo Mopsa Dorcas Seruants Autolicus Flo. These your vnvsuall weeds to each part of you Do's giue a life no Shepherdesse but Flora Peering in Aprils front This your sheepe-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty Gods And you the Queene on 't Perd. Sir my gracious Lord To chide at your extreames it not becomes me Oh pardon that I name them your high selfe The gracious marke o' th' Land you haue obscur'd With a Swaines wearing and me poore lowly Maide Most Goddese-like prank'd vp But that our Feasts In euery Messe haue folly and the Feeders Digest with a Custome I should blush To see you so attyr'd sworne I thinke To shew my selfe a glasse Flo. I blesse the time When my good Falcon made her flight a-crosse Thy Fathers ground Perd. Now Ioue affoord you cause To me the difference forges dread your Greatnesse Hath not beene vs'd to feare euen now I tremble To thinke your Father by some accident Should passe this way as you did Oh the Pates How would he looke to see his worke so noble Vildely bound vp What would he say Or how Should I in these my borrowed Flaunts behold The sternnesse of his presence Flo. Apprehend Nothing but iollity the Goddes themselues Humbling their Deities to loue haue taken The shapes of Beasts vpon them Iupiter Became a Bull and bellow'd the greene Neptune A Ram and bleated and the Fire-roab'd-God Golden Apollo a poore humble Swaine As I seeme now Their transformations Were neuer for a peece of beauty rarer Not in a way so chaste since my desires Run not before mine honor nor my Lusts Burne hotter then my Faith Perd. O but Sir Your resolution cannot hold when 't is Oppos'd as it must be by th' powre of the King One of these two must be necessities Which then will speake that you must change this purpose Or I my life Flo. Thou deer'st Perdita With these forc'd thoughts I prethee darken not The Mirth o' th' Feast Or I le be thine my Faire Or not my Fathers For I cannot be Mine owne nor any thing to any if I be not thine To this I am most constant Though destiny say no. Be merry Gentle Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâunder and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâd are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What
author of my blood Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp To reach at victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres And with thy blessings steele my Lances point That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate And fuânish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne Gaunt Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy Rouze vp thy youthfull blood be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and S. George to thriue Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to Kings Richards Throne A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement More then my dancing soule doth celebrate This Feast of Battell with mine Aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeares As gentle and as iocond as to iest Go I to fight Truth hath a quiet brest Rich. Farewell my Lord securely I espy Vertue with Valour couched in thine eye Order the triall Marshall and begin Mar. Harrie of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receiue thy Launce and heauen defend thy right Bul. Strong as a towre in hope I cry Amen Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke 1. Har. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Stands heere for God his Soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray A Traitor to his God his King and him And dares him to set forwards to the fight 3. Har. Here standeth Tho Mowbray Duke of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Herford Lancaster and Derby To God his Soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the signall to begin A charge sounded Mar. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the King hath throwne his Warder downe Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets their Speares And both returne backe to their Chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the Trumpets sound While we returne these Dukes what we decree A long Flourish Draw neere and list What with our Councell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld With that deere blood which it hath fostered And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood Therefore we banish you our Territories You Cosin Herford vpon paine of death Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our faire dominions But treade the stranger pathes of banishment Bul. Your will be done This must my comfort be That Sun that warmes you heere shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment Rich. Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier dombe Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The slye slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limit of thy deere exile The hopelesse word of Neuer to returne Breath I against thee vpon paine of life Mow. A heauy sentence my most Soueraigne Liege And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast forth in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Then an vnstringed Vyall or a Harpe Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tune the harmony Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaoler to attend on me I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence then but speechlesse death Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate After our sentence plaining comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night Ric. Returne againe and take an oath with thee Lay on our Royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the Oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you Truth and Heauen Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor euer looke vpon each others face Nor euer write regreete or reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor euer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill ' Gainst Vs our State our Subiects or our Land Bull. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe all this Bul. Norfolke so fare as to mine enemie By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the ayre Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land Confesse thy Treasons ere thou flye this Realme Since thou hast farre to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soule Mow. No Bullingbroke If euer I were Traitor My name be blotted from the booke of Life And I from heauen banish'd as from hence But what thou art heauen thou and I do know And all too soone I feare the King shall rue Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England all the worlds my way Exit Rich. Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy greeued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares Pluck'd foure away Six frozen Winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word Foure lagging Winters and foure wanton springs End in a word such is the breath of Kings Gaunt I thanke my Liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their Moones and bring their times about My oyle-dride Lampe and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endlesse night My inch of Taper will be burnt and done And blindfold death not let me see my sonne Rich. Why Vncle thou hast many yeeres to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stop no wrinkle in his
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 Lascâious 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
grauy grauy grauy Iust You follow the yong Prince vp and downe like his euill Angell Fal. Not so my Lord your ill Angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon mee will take mee without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell Vertue is of so little regard in these Costormongers that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard Pregnancie is made a Tapster and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings all the other gifts appertinent to man as the malice of this Age shapes them are not woorth a Gooseberry You that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you measure the heat of our Liuers with the bitternes of your gals we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Iust Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth that are written downe old with all the Charracters of age Haue you not a moist eye a dry hand a yellow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an incresing belly Is not your voice broken your winde short your wit single and euery part about you blasted with Antiquity and wil you cal your selfe yong Fy fy fy sir Iohn Fal. My Lord I was borne with a white head somthing a round belly For my voice I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthemes To approue my youth farther I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and he that will caper with mee for a thousand Markes let him lend me the mony haue at him For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord. I haue checkt him for it and the yong Lion repents Marry not in ashes and sacke-cloath but in new Silke and old Sacke Iust Wel heauen send the Prince a better companion Fal. Heauen send the Companion a better Prince I cannot rid my hands of him Iust Well the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Harry I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earle of Northumberland Fal. Yes I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it but looke you pray all you that kisse my Ladie Peace at home that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day for if I take but two shirts out with me and I meane not to sweat extraordinarily if it bee a hot day if I brandish any thing but my Bottle would I might neuer spit white againe There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head but I am thrust vpon it Well I cannot last euer Iust Well be honest be honest and heauen blesse your Expedition Fal. Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound to furnish me forth Iust Not a peny not a peny you are too impatient to beare crosses Fare you well Commend mee to my Cosin Westmerland Fal. If I do fillop me with a three-man-Beetle A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse then he can part yong limbes and letchery but the Gowt galles the one and the pox pinches the other and so both the Degrees preuent my curses Boy Page Sir Fal. What money is in my purse Page Seuen groats and two pence Fal. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse Borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out but the disease is incureable Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaster this to the Prince this to the Earle of Westmerland and this to old Mistris Vrsula whome I haue weekly sworne to marry since I perceiu'd the first white haire on my chin About it you know where to finde me A pox of this Gowt or a Gowt of this Poxe for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe It is no matter if I do halt I haue the warres for my colour and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable A good wit will make vse of any thing I will turne diseases to commodity Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Archbishop Hastings Mowbray and Lord Bardolfe Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes kno our Means And my most noble Friends I pray you all Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes And first Lord Marshall what say you to it Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes But gladly would be better satisfied How in our Meanes we should aduance our selues To looke with forhead bold and big enough Vpon the Power and puisance of the King Hast Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice And our Supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland whose bosome burnes With an incensed Fire of Iniuries L. Bar. The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold-vp-head without Northumberland Hast With him we may L. Bar. I marry there 's the point But if without him we be thought to feeble My iudgement is we should not step too farre Till we had his Assistance by the hand For in a Theame so bloody fac'd as this Coniecture Expectation and Surmise Of Aydes incertaine should not be admitted Arch. 'T is very true Lord Bardolfe for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case at Shrewsbury L. Bar. It was my Lord who liu'd himself with hope Eating the ayre on promise of Supply Flatt'ring himselfe with Proiect of a power Much smaller then the smallest of his Thoughts And so with great imagination Proper to mad men led his Powers to death And winking leap'd into destruction Hast But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt To lay downe likely-hoods and formes of hope L. Bar. Yes if this present quality of warre Indeed the instant action a cause on foot Liues so in hope As in an early Spring We see th' appearing buds which to proue fruite Hope giues not so much warrant as Dispaire That Frosts will bite them When we meane to build We first suruey the Plot then draw the Modell And when we see the figure of the house Then must we rate the cost of the Erection Which if we finde out-weighes Ability What do we then but draw a-new the Modell In fewer offices Or at least desist To builde at all Much more in this great worke Which is almost to plucke a Kingdome downe And set another vp should we suruey The plot of Situation and the Modell Consent vpon a sure Foundation Question Surueyors know our owne estate How able such a Worke to vndergo To weigh against his Opposite Or else We fortifie in Paper and in Figures Vsing the Names of men instead of men Like one that drawes the Modell of a house Beyond his power to builde it who halfe through Giues o're and leaues his part-created Cost A naked subiect to the Weeping Clouds And waste for churlish Winters tyranny Hast Grant that our hopes yet likely of faire byrth Should be still-borne and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation I thinke we are a
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 Quâet 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 ãâã 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
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
reproach And in defence of my Lords worthinesse I craue the benefit of Law of Armes Ver And that is my petition Noble Lord For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent Yet know my Lord I was prouok'd by him And he first tooke exceptions at this badge Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart Yorke Will not this malice Somerset be left Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York wil out Though ne're so cunningly you smother it King Good Lord what madnesse rules in braine-sicke men When for so slight and friuolous a cause Such factious aemulations shall arise Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset Quiet your selues I pray and be at peace Yorke Let this dissention first be tried by fight And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then Yorke There is my pledge accept it Somerset Ver. Nay let it rest where it began at first Bass Confirme it so mine honourable Lord. Glo. Confirme it so Confounded be your strife And perish ye with your audacious prate Presumptuous vassals are you not asham'd With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturbe the King and Vs And you my Lords me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerse Obiections Much lesse to take occasion from their mouthes To raise a mutiny betwixt your selues Let me perswade you take a better course Exet. It greeues his Highnesse Good my Lords be Friends King Come hither you that would be Combatants Henceforth I charge you as you loue our fauour Quite to forget this Quarrell and the cause And you my Lords Remember where we are In France amongst a fickle wauering Nation If they perceyue dissention in our lookes And that within our selues we disagree How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Disobedience and Rebell Beside What infamy will there arise When Forraigne Princes shall be certified That for a toy a thing of no regard King Henries Peeres and cheefe Nobility Destroy'd themselues and lost the Realme of France Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father My tender yeares and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle that was bought with blood Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife I see no reason if I weare this Rose That any one should therefore be suspitious I more incline to Somerset than Yorke Both are my kinsmen and I loue them both As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne Because forsooth the King of Scots is Crown'd But your discretions better can perswade Then I am able to instruct or teach And therefore as we hither came in peace So let vs still continue peace and loue Cosin of Yorke we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France And good my Lord of Somerset vnite Your Troopes of horsemen with his Bands of foote And like true Subiects sonnes of your Progenitors Go cheerefully together and digest Your angry Choller on your Enemies Our Selfe my Lord Protector and the rest After some respit will returne to Calice From thence to England where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories With Charles Alanson and that Traiterous rout Exeunt Manet Yorke Warwick Exeter Vernon War My Lord of Yorke I promise you the King Prettily me thought did play the Orator Yorke And so he did but yet I like it not In that he weares the badge of Somerset War Tush that was but his fancie blame him not I dare presume sweet Prince he thought no harme York And if I wish he did But let it rest Other affayres must now be managed Exeunt Flourish Manet Exeter Exet. Well didst thou Richard to suppresse thy voice For had the passions of thy heart burst out I feare we should haue seene decipher'd there More rancorous spight more furious raging broyles Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd But howsoere no simple man that sees This iarring discord of Nobilitie This shouldering of each other in the Court This factious bandying of their Fauourites But that it doth presage some ill euent 'T is much when Scepters are in Childrens hands But more when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision There comes the ruine there begins confusion Exit Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme before Burdeaux Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter Summon their Generall vnto the Wall Sounds Enter Generall aloft English Iohn Talbot Captaines call you forth Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England And thus he would Open your Citie Gates Be humble to vs call my Soueraigne yours And do him homage as obedient Subiects And I le withdraw me and my bloody power But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace You tempt the fury of my three attendants Leane Famine quartering Steele and climbing Fire Who in a moment eeuen with the earth Shall lay your stately and ayre-brauing Towers If you forsake the offer of their loue Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death Our Nations terror and their bloody scourge The period of thy Tyranny approacheth On vs thou canst not enter but by death For I protest we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight If thou retire the Dolphin well appointed Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee On either hand thee there are squadrons pitcht To wall thee from the liberty of Flight And no way canst thou turne thee for redresse But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle And pale destruction meets thee in the face Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Christian soule but English Talbot Loe there thou standst a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit This is the latest Glorie of thy praise That I thy enemy dew thee withall For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne Finish the processe of his sandy houre These eyes that see thee now well coloured Shall see thee withered bloody pale and dead Drum a farre off Harke harke the Dolphins drumme a warning bell Sings heauy Musicke to thy timorous soule And mine shall ring thy dire departure out Exit Tal. He Fables not I heare the enemie Out some light Horsemen and peruse their Wings O negligent and heedlesse Discipline How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres If we be English Deere be then in blood Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch But rather moodie mad And desperate Stagges Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay Sell euery man his life as deere as mine And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends God and S. George Talbot and Englands right Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke Enter Yorke with Trumpet and many Soldiers Yorke Are not the speedy scouts
well guerdon'd for these good deserts Elianor Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King Iniurious Duke that threatest where 's no cause Buck. True Madame none at all what call you this Away with them let them be clapt vp close And kept asunder you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee Wee 'le see your Trinkets here all forth-comming All away Exit Yorke Lord Buckingham me thinks you watcht her well A pretty Plot well chosen to build vpon Now pray my Lord let 's see the Deuils Writ What haue we here Reades The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-line and dye a violent death Why this is iust Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere posso Well to the rest Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By Water shall he dye and take his end What shall betide the Duke of Somerset Let him shunne Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Come come my Lords These Oracles are hardly attain'd And hardly vnderstood The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones With him the Husband of this louely Lady Thither goes these Newes As fast as Horse can carry them A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue my Lord of York To be the Poste in hope of his reward Yorke At your pleasure my good Lord. Who 's within there hoe Enter a Seruingman Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night Away Exeunt Enter the King Queene Protector Cardinall and Suffolke with Faulkners hallowing Queene Beleeue me Lords for flying at the Brooke I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day Yet by your leaue the Winde was very high And ten to one old Ioane had not gone out King But what a point my Lord your Faulcon made And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest To see how God in all his Creatures workes Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high Suff. No maruell and it like your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well They know their Master loues to be aloft And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch Glost My Lord 't is but a base ignoble minde That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore Card. I thought as much hee would be aboue the Clouds Glost I my Lord Cardinall how thinke you by that Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen King The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth thine Eyes Thoughts Beat on a Crowne the Treasure of thy Heart Pernitious Protector dangerous Peere That smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale Glost What Cardinall Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae Church-men so hot Good Vnckle hide such mallice With such Holynesse can you doe it Suff. No mallice Sir no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell and so bad a Peere Glost As who my Lord Suff. Why as you my Lord An 't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship Glost Why Suffolke England knowes thine insolence Queene And thy Ambition Gloster King I prythee peace good Queene And whet not on these furious Peeres For blâ ãâã the Peace-makers on Earth Caâ ãâã me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword Glost Faith holy Vnckle would 't were come to that Card. Marry when thou dar'st Glost Make vp no factious numbers for the matter In thine owne person answere thy abuse Card. I where thou dar'st not peepe And if thou dar'st this Euening On the East side of the Groue King How now my Lords Card. Beleeue me Cousin Gloster Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly We had had more sport Come with thy two-hand Sword Glost True Vnckle are ye aduis'd The East side of the Groue Cardinall I am with you King Why how now Vnckle Gloster Glost Talking of Hawking nothing else my Lord. Now by Gods Mother Priest I le shaue your Crowne for this Or all my Fence shall fayle Card. Medice teâpsum Protector see to 't well protect your selfe King The Windes grow high So doe your Stomacks Lords How irkesome is this Musick to my heart When such Strings iarre what hope of Harmony I pray my Lords let me compound this strife Enter one crying a Miracle Glost What meanes this noyse Fellow what Miracle do'st thou proclayme One A Miracle a Miracle Suffolke Come to the King and tell him what Miracle One Forsooth a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight A man that ne're saw in his life before King Now God be prays'd that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse Comfort in Despaire Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Brethren bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre Card. Here comes the Townes-men on Procession To present your Highnesse with the man King Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed Glost Stand by my Masters bring him neere the King His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him King Good-fellow tell vs here the circumstance That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What hast thou beene long blinde and now restor'd Simpc. Borne blinde and 't please your Grace Wife I indeede was he Suff. What Woman is this Wife His Wife and 't like your Worship Glost Hadst thou been his Mother thou could'st haue better told King Where wert thou borne Simpc. At Barwick in the North and 't like your Grace King Poore Soule Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe But still remember what the Lord hath done Queene Tell me good-fellow Cam'st thou here by Chance or of Deuotion To this holy Shrine Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion Being call'd a hundred times and oftner In my sleepe by good Saint Albon Who said Symon come come offer at my Shrine And I will helpe thee Wife Most true forsooth And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce To call him so Card. What art thou lame Simpc. I God Almightie helpe me Suff. How cam'st thou so Simpc. A fall off of a Tree Wife A Plum-tree Master Glost How long hast thou beene blinde Simpc. O borne so Master Glost What and would'st climbe a Tree Simpc. But that in all my life when I was a youth Wife Too true and bought his climbing very deare Glost ' Masse thou lou'dst Plummes well that would'st venture so Simpc. Alas good Master my Wife desired some Damsons and made me climbe with danger of my Life Glost A subtill Knaue but yet it shall not serue Let me see thine Eyes winck now now open them In my opinion yet thou seest not well Simpc. Yes Master cleare as day I thanke God and Saint Albones Glost Say'st thou me so what Colour is this Cloake of Simpc. Red Master Red as Blood Glost Why that 's well said What Colour is my Gowne of Simpc. Black forsooth
craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels Scales Such ayd as I can spare you shall command But I am troubled heere with them my selfe The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower But get you to Smithfield and gather head And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe Fight for your King your Countrey and your Liues And so farwell for I must hence againe Exeunt Enter Iacke Cade and the rest and strikes his staffe on London stone Cade Now is Mortimer Lord of this City And heere sitting vpon London Stone I charge and command that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine This first yeare of our raigne And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any That calles me other then Lord Mortimer Enter a Soldier running Soul Iacke Cade Iacke Cade Cade Knocke him downe there They kill him But. If this Fellow be wise hee 'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more I thinke he hath a very faire warning Dicke My Lord there 's an Army gathered together in Smithfield Cade Come then let 's go fight with them But first go and set London Bridge on fire And if you can burne downe the Tower too Come let 's away Exeunt omnes Alarums Mathew Goffe is slain and all the rest Then enter Iake Cade with his Company Cade So sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy Others to ' th Innes of Court downe with them all Hut I haue a suite vnto your Lordship Cade Bee it a Lordshippe thou shalt haue it for that word But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth Iohn Masse 't will be sore Law then for he was thrust in the mouth with a Speare and 't is not whole yet Smith Nay Iohn it wil be stinking Law for his breath stinkes with eating toasted cheese Cade I haue thought vpon it it shall bee so Away burne all the Records of the Realme my mouth shall be the Parliament of England Iohn Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out Cade And hence-forward all things shall be in Common Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord a prize a prize heere 's the Lord Say which sold the Townes in France He that made vs pay one and twenty Fifteenes and one shilling to the pound the last Subsidie Enter George with the Lord Say Cade Well hee shall be beheaded for it ten times Ah thou Say thou Surge nay thou Buckram Lord now art thou within point-blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall What canst thou answer to my Maiesty for giuing vp of Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu the Dolphine of France Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence euen the presence of Lord Mortimer that I am the Beesome that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou art Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of the Realme in erecting a Grammar Schoole and whereas before our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the Score and the Tally thou hast caused printing to be vs'd and contrary to the King his Crowne and Dignity thou hast built a Paper-Mill It will be prooued to thy Face that thou hast men about thee that vsually talke of a Nowne and a Verbe and such abhominable wordes as no Christian eare can endure to heare Thou hast appointed Iustices of Peace to call poore men before them about matters they were not able to answer Moreouer thou hast put them in prison and because they could not reade thou hast hang'd them when indeede onely for that cause they haue beene most worthy to liue Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth dost thou not Say What of that Cade Marry thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare a Cloake when honester men then thou go in their Hose and Doublets Dicke And worke in their shirt to as my selfe for example that am a butcher Say You men of Kent Dic. What say you of Kent Say Nothing but this 'T is bona terra mala gens Cade Away with him away with him he speaks Latine Say Heare me but speake and beare mee wher'e you will Kent in the Commentaries Caesar writ Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle Sweet is the Covntry because full of Riches The People Liberall Valiant Actiue Wealthy Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty I sold not Maine I lost not Normandie Yet to recouer them would loose my life Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me Gifts could neuer When haue I ought exacted at your hands Kent to maintaine the King the Realme and you Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits You cannot but forbeare to murther me This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe Cade Tut when struck'st thou one blow in the field Say Great men haue reaching hands oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw and strucke them dead Geo. O monstrous Coward What to come behinde Folkes Say These cheekes are pale for watching for your good Cade Giue him a box o' th' eare and that wil make 'em red againe Say Long sitting to determine poore mens causes Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases Cade Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then the help of hatchet Dicke Why dost thou quiuer man Say The Palsie and not feare prouokes me Cade Nay he noddes at vs as who should say I le be euen with you I le see if his head will stand steddier on a pole or no Take him away and behead him Say Tell me wherein haue I offended most Haue I affected wealth or honor Speake Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold Whom haue I iniur'd that ye seeke my death These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts O let me liue Cade I feele remorse in my selfe with his words but I le bridle it he shall dye and it bee but for pleading so well for his life Away with him he ha's a Familiar vnder his Tongue he speakes not a Gods name Goe take him away I say and strike off his head presently and then breake into his Sonne in Lawes house Sir Iames Cromer and strike off his head and bring them both vppon two poles hither All. It shall be done Say Ah Countrimen If when you make your prair's God should be so obdurate as your selues How would it fare with your departed soules And therefore yet relent and saue my life Cade Away with him and do as I command ye the proudest Peere in the Realme shall not weare a head on his shoulders vnlesse he pay me tribute there shall not a maid be married but she shall pay to me her Mayden-head ere they haue it Men shall hold of mee
fetter'd the Kingly Lyon And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate And made our Footstoole of Security Come hither Besse and let me kisse my Boy Yong Ned for thee thine Vnckles and my selfe Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine Rich. I le blast his Haruest if your head were laid For yet I am not look'd on in the world This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke to heaue And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe Worke thou the way and that shalt execute King Clarence and Gloster loue my louely Queene And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence worthy brother thanks Rich. And that I loue the tree froÌ whence y u sprang'st Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite To say the truth so Iudas kist his master And cried all haile when as he meant all harme King Now am I seated as my soule delights Hauing my Countries peace and Brothers loues Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret Reynard her Father to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ierusalem And hither haue they sent it for her ransome King Away with her and waft her hence to France And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately Triumphes mirthfull Comicke shewes Such as befits the pleasure of the Court. Sound Drums and Trumpets farwell sowre annoy For heere I hope begins our lasting ioy Exeunt omnes FINIS The Tragedy of Richard the Third with the Landing of Earle Richmond and the Battell at Bosworth Field Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Richard Duke of Gloster solus NOw is the Winter of our Discontent Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings Our dreadfull Marches to delightfull Measures Grim-visag'd Warre hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front And now in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduersaries He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber To the lasciuious pleasing of a Lute But I that am not shap'd for sportiue trickes Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse I that am Rudely stampt and want loues Maiesty To strut before a wonton ambling Nymph I that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature Deform'd vn-finish'd sent before my time Into this breathing World scarse halfe made vp And that so lamely and vnfashionable That dogges barke at me as I halt by them Why I in this weake piping time of Peace Haue no delight to passe away the time Vnlesse to see my Shadow in the Sunne And descant on mine owne Deformity And therefore since I cannot proue a Louer To entertaine these faire well spoken dayes I am determined to proue a Villaine And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes Plots haue I laide Inductions dangerous By drunken Prophesies Libels and Dreames To set my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other And if King Edward be as true and iust As I am Subtle False and Treacherous This day should Clarence closely be mew'd vp About a Prophesie which sayes that G Of Edwards heyres the murtherer shall be Diue thoughts downe to my soule here Clarence comes Enter Clarence and Brakenbury guarded Brother good day What meanes this armed guard That waites vpon your Grace Cla. His Maiesty tendring my persons safety Hath appointed this Conduct to conuey me to th' Tower Rich. Vpon what cause Cla. Because my name is George Rich. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours He should for that commit your Godfathers O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you should be new Christned in the Tower But what 's the matter Clarence may I know Cla. Yea Richard when I know but I protest As yet I do not But as I can learne He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreames And from the Crosse-row pluckes the letter G And sayes a Wizard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be And for my name of George begins with G It followes in his thought that I am he These as I learne and such like toyes as these Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now Rich. Why this it is when men are rul'd by Women 'T is not the King that sends you to the Tower My Lady Grey his Wife Clarence 't is shee That tempts him to this harsh Extremity Was it not shee and that good man of Worship Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliuered We are not safe Clarence we are not safe Cla. By heauen I thinke there is no man secure But the Queenes Kindred and night-walking Heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistris Shore Heard you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Hastings was for her deliuery Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie I le tell you what I thinke it is our way If we will keepe in fauour with the King To be her men and weare her Liuery The iealous ore-worne Widdow and her selfe Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy Bra. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me His Maiesty hath straightly giuen in charge That no man shall haue priuate Conference Of what degree soeuer with your Brother Rich. Euen so and please your Worship Brakenbury You may partake of any thing we say We speake no Treason man We say the King Is wise and vertuous and his Noble Queene Well strooke in yeares faire and not iealious We say that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot A cherry Lip a bonny Eye a passing pleasing tongue And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes How say you sir can you deny all this Bra. With this my Lord my selfe haue nought to doo Rich. Naught to do with Mistris Shore I tell thee Fellow he that doth naught with her Excepting one were best to do it secretly alone Bra. What one my Lord Rich. Her Husband Knaue would'st thou betray me Bra. I do beseech your Grace To pardon me and withall forbeare Your Conference with the Noble Duke Cia We know thy charge Brakenbury and wil obey Rich. We are the Queenes abiects and must obey Brother farewell I will vnto the King And whatsoe're you will imploy me in Were it to call King Edwards Widdow Sister I will performe it to infranchise you Meane time this deepe disgrace in Brotherhood Touches me deeper then you can imagine Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well Rich. Well
your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliuer you or else lye for you Meane time haue patience Cla. I must perforce Farewell Exit Clar. Rich. Go treade the path that thou shalt ne're return Simple plaine Clarence I do loue thee so That I will shortly send thy Soule to Heauen If Heauen will take the present at our hands But who comes heere the new deliuered Hastings Enter Lord Hastings Hast Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord. Rich. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine Well are you welcome to this open Ayre How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment Hast With patience Noble Lord as prisoners must But I shall liue my Lord to giue them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment Rich. No doubt no doubt and so shall Clarence too For they that were your Enemies are his And haue preuail'd as much on him as you Hast More pitty that the Eagles should be mew'd Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty Rich. What newes abroad Hast No newes so bad abroad as this at home The King is sickly weake and melancholly And his Physitians feare him mightily Rich. Now by S. Iohn that Newes is bad indeed O he hath kept an euill Diet long And ouer-much consum'd his Royall Person 'T is very greeuous to be thought vpon Where is he in his bed Hast He is Rich. Go you before and I will follow you Exit Hastings He cannot liue I hope and must not dye Till George be pack'd with post-horse vp to Heauen I le in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments And if I faile not in my deepe intent Clarence hath not another day to liue Which done God take King Edward to his mercy And leaue the world for me to bâssle in For then I le marry Warwickes yongest daughter What though I kill'd her Husband and her Father The readiest way to make the Wench amends Is to become her Husband and her Father The which will I not all so much for loue As for another secret close intent By marrying her which I must reach vnto But yet I run before my horse to Market Clarence still breathes Edward still liues and raignes When they are gone then must I count my gaines Exit Scena Secunda Enter the Coarse of Henrie the sixt with Halberds to guard it Lady Anne being the Mourner Anne Set downe set downe your honourable load If Honor may be shrowded in a Herse Whil'st I a-while obsequiously lament Th' vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancaster Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King Pale Ashes of the House of Lancaster Thou bloodlesse Remnant of that Royall Blood Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghost To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne Wife to thy Edward to thy slaughtred Sonne Stab'd by the selfesame hand that made these wounds Loe in these windowes that let forth thy life I powre the helplesse Balme of my poore eyes O cursed be the hand that made these holes Cursed the Heart that had the heart to do it Cursed the Blood that let this blood from hence More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch That makes vs wretched by the death of thee Then I can wish to Wolues to Spiders Toades Or any creeping venom'd thing that liues If euer he haue Childe Abortiue be it Prodigeous and vntimely brought to light Whose vgly and vnnaturall Aspect May fright the hopefull Mother at the view And that be Heyre to his vnhappinesse If euer he haue Wife let her be made More miserable by the death of him Then I am made by my young Lord and thee Come now towards Chertsey with your holy Lode Taken from Paules to be interred there And still as you are weary of this waight Rest you whiles I lament King Henries Coarse Enter Richard Duke of Gloster Rich. Stay you that beare the Coarse set it down An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend To stop deuoted charitable deeds Rich. Villaines set downe the Coarse or by S. Paul I le make a Coarse of him that disobeyes Gen. My Lord stand backe and let the Coffin passe Rich. Vnmanner'd Dogge Stand'st thou when I commaund Aduance thy Halbert higher then my brest Or by S. Paul I le strike thee to my Foote And spurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldnesse Anne What do you tremble are you all affraid Alas I blame you not for you are Mortall And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell Auant thou dreadfull minister of Hell Thou had'st but power ouer his Mortall body His Soule thou canst not haue Therefore be gone Rich. Sweet Saint for Charity be not so curst An. Foule Diuell For Gods sake hence and trouble vs not For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell Fill'd it with cursing cries and deepe exclaimes If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries Oh Gentlemen see see dead Henries wounds Open their congeal'd mouthes and bleed afresh Blush blush thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall Prouokes this Deluge most vnnaturall O God! which this Blood mad'st reuenge his death O Earth which this Blood drink'st reuenge his death Either Heau'n with Lightning strike the murth'rer dead Or Earth gape open wide and eate him quicke As thou dost swallow vp this good Kings blood Which his Hell-gouern'd arme hath butchered Rich. Lady you know no Rules of Charity Which renders good for bad Blessings for Curses An. Villaine thou know'st nor law of God nor Man No Beast so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty Rich. But I know none and therefore am no Beast An. O wonderfull when diuels tell the truth Rich. More wonderfull when Angels are so angry Vouchsafe diuine perfection of a Woman Of these supposed Crimes to giue me leaue By circumstance but to acquit my selfe An. Vouchsafe defus'd infection of man Of these knowne euils but to giue me leaue By circumstance to curse thy cursed Selfe Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee let me haue Some patient leysure to excuse my selfe An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee Thou can'st make no excuse currant But to hang thy selfe Rich. By such dispaire I should accuse my selfe An. And by dispairing shalt thou stand excused For doing worthy Vengeance on thy selfe That did'st vnworthy slaughter vpon others Rich. Say that I slew them not An. Then say they were not slaine But dead they are and diuellish slaue by thee Rich. I did not kill your Husband An. Why then he is aliue Rich. Nay he is dead and slaine by Edwards hands An. In thy foule throat thou Ly'st Queene Margaret saw Thy murd'rous Faulchion smoaking in his blood The which thou once didd'st bend against her brest But that thy Brothers beate aside the point Rich. I was prouoked by her sland'rous tongue That laid their guilt vpon my guiltlesse Shoulders An. Thou was 't prouoked
blood Nor thou within the compasse of my curse Buc. Nor no one heere for Curses neuer passe The lips of those that breath them in the ayre Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham take heede of yonder dogge Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venom tooth will rankle to the death Haue not to do with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their Ministers attend on him Rich. What doth she say my Lord of Buckingham Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a Prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects to his hate And he to yours and all of you to Gods Exit Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses Riu. And so doth mine I muse why she 's at libertie Rich. I cannot blame her by Gods holy mother She hath had too much wrong and I repent My part thereof that I haue done to her Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repayed He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause thereof Riu. A vertuous and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs. Rich. So do I euer being well aduis'd Speakes to himselfe For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Enter Catesby Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come Lords will you go with mee Riu. We wait vpon your Grace Exeunt all but Gloster Rich. I do the wrong and first begin to brawle The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others Clarence who I indeede haue cast in darknesse I do beweepe to many simple Gulles Namely to Derby Hastings Buckingham And tell them 't is the Queene and her Allies That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother Now they beleeue it and withall whet me To be reueng'd on Riuers Dorset Grey But then I sigh and with a peece of Scripture Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends stolne forth of holy Writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the deuill Enter two murtherers But soft heere come my Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued Mates Are you now going to dispatch this thing Vil. We are my Lord and come to haue the Warrant That we may be admitted where he is Ric. Well thought vpon I haue it heare about me When you haue done repayre to Crosby place But sirs be sodaine in the execution Withall obdurate do not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty if you marke him Vil. Tut tut my Lord we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good dooers be assur'd We go to vse our hands and not our tongues Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones when Fooles eyes fall Teares I like you Lads about your businesse straight Go go dispatch Vil. We will my Noble Lord. Scena Quarta Enter Clarence and Keeper Keep Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day Cla. O I haue past a miserable night So full of fearefull Dreames of vgly sights That as I am a Christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though 't were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Keep What was your dream my Lord I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy And in my company my Brother Glouster Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke Vpon the Hatches There we look'd toward England And cited vp a thousand heauy times During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches Me thought that Glouster stumbled and in falling Strooke me that thought to stay him ouer-boord Into the tumbling billowes of the maine O Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares What sights of vgly death within mine eyes Me thoughts I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon Wedges of Gold great Anchors heapes of Pearle Inestimable Stones vnvalewed Iewels All scattred in the bottome of the Sea Some lay in dead-mens Sculles and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes reflecting Gemmes That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by Keep Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe Cla. Me thought I had and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost but still the enuious Flood Stop'd in my soule and would not let it forth To find the empty vast and wand'ring ayre But smother'd it within my panting bulke Who almost burst to belch it in the Sea Keep Awak'd you not in this sore Agony Clar. No no my Dreame was lengthen'd after life O then began the Tempest to my Soule I past me thought the Melancholly Flood With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule Was my great Father-in-Law renowned Warwicke Who spake alowd What scourge for Periurie Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanish'd Then came wand'ring by A Shadow like an Angell with bright hayre Dabbel'd in blood and he shriek'd out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periur'd Clarence That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury Seize on him Furies take him vnto Torment With that me thought a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron'd me and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries that with the very Noise I trembling wak'd and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in Hell Such terrible Impression made my Dreame Keep No maruell Lord though it affrighted you I am affraid me thinkes to heare you tell it Cla. Ah Keeper Keeper I haue done these things That now giue euidence against my Soule For Edwards sake and see how he requits mee O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds Yet execute thy wrath in me alone O spare my guiltlesse Wife and my poore children Keeper I prythee sit by me a-while My Soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Keep I will my Lord God giue your Grace good rest Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant Bra.
mercy Iesu Soft I did but dreame O coward Conscience how dost thou afflict me The Lights burne blew It is not dead midnight Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I feare my Selfe There 's none else by Richard loues Richard that is I am I. Is there a Murtherer heere No Yes I am Then flye What from my Selfe Great reason why Lest I Reuenge What my Selfe vpon my Selfe Alacke I loue my Selfe Wherefore For any good That I my Selfe haue done vnto my Selfe O no. Alas I rather hate my Selfe For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe I am a Villaine yet I Lye I am not Foole of thy Selfe speake well Foole do not flatter My Conscience hath a thousand seuerall Tongues And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine Periurie in the high'st Degree Murther sterne murther in the dyr'st degree All seuerall sinnes all vs d in each degree Throng all to ' th Barre crying all Guilty Guilty I shall dispaire there is no Creature loues me And if I die no soule shall pittie me Nay wherefore should they Since that I my Selfe Finde in my Selfe no pittie to my Selfe Me thought the Soules of all that I had murther'd Came to my Tent and euery one did threat To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King Who 's there Rat. Ratcliffe my Lord 't is I the early Village Cock Hath twice done salutation to the Morne Your Friends are vp and buckle on their Armour King O Ratcliffe I feare I feare Rat. Nay good my Lord be not affraid of Shadows King By the Apostle Paul shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers Armed in proofe and led by shallow Richmond 'T is not yet neere day Come go with me Vnder our Tents I le play the Ease-dropper To heare if any meane to shrinke from me Exeunt Richard Ratâliffe Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting in his Tent. Richm. Good morrow Richmond Rich. Cry mercy Lords and watchfull Gentlemen That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere Lords How haue you slept my Lord Rich. The sweetest sleepe And fairest boading Dreames That euer entred in a drowsie head Haue I since your departure had my Lords Me thought their Soules whose bodies Rich. murther'd Came to my Tent and cried on Victory I promise you my Heart is very iocond In the remembrance of so faire a dreame How farre into the Morning is it Lords Lor. Vpon the stroke of foure Rich. Why then 't is time to Arme and giue direction His Oration to his Souldiers More then I haue said louing Countrymen The leysure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon yet remember this God and our good cause fight vpon our side The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged soules Like high rear'd Bulwarkes stand before our Faces Richard except those whom we fight against Had rather haue vs win then him they follow For what is he they follow Truly Gentlemen A bloudy Tyrant and a Homicide One rais'd in blood and one in blood establish'd One that made meanes to come by what he hath And slaughter'd those that were the meanes to help him A base foule Stone made precious by the soyle Of Englands Chaire where he is falâely set One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy Then if you fight against Gods Enemy God will in iustice ward you as his Soldiers If you do sweare to put a Tyrant downe You sleepe in peace the Tyrant being slaine If you do fight against your Countries Foes Your Countries Fat shall pay your paines the hyre If you do fight in safegard of your wiues Your wiues shall welcome home the Conquerors If you do free your Children from the Sword Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age. Then in the name of God and all these rights Aduance your Standards draw your willing Swords For me the ransome of my bold attempt Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly and cheerefully God and Saint George Richmond and Victory Enter King Richard Ratcliffe and Catesby K. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes King He said the truth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smil'd and said the beâter for our purpose King He was in the right and so indeed it is Tell the clocke there Clocke strikes Giue me a Kalender Who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the Booke He should haue brau'd the East an houre ago A blacke day will it be to somebody Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King The Sun will not be seene to day The sky doth frowne and lowre vpon our Army I would these dewy teares were from the ground Not shine to day Why what is that to me More then to Richmond For the selfe-same Heauen That frownes on me lookes sadly vpon him Enter Norfolke Nor. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustle bustle Caparison my horse Call vp Lord Stanley bid him bring his power I will leade forth my Soldiers to the plaine And thus my Battell shal be ordred My Foreward shall be drawne in length Consisting equally of Horse and Foot Our Archers shall be placed in the mid'st Iohn Duke of Norfolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of the Foot and Horse They thus directed we will fllow In the maine Battell whose puissance on either side Shall be well-winged with our cheefest Horse This and Saint George to boote What think'st thou Norfolke Nor. A good direction warlike Soueraigne This found I on my Tent this Morning Iockey of Norfolke be not so bold For Dickon thy maister is bought and sold King A thing deuised by the Enemy Go Gentlemen euery man to his Charge Let not our babling Dreames affright our soules For Conscience is a word that Cowards vse Deuis'd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our Conscience Swords our Law March on ioyne brauely let vs too 't pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to Hell What shall I say more then I haue inferr'd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of Vagabonds Rascals and Run-awayes A scum of Brittaines and base Lackey Pezants Whom their o're-cloyed Country vomits forth To desperate Aduentures and assur'd Destruction You sleeping safe they bring you to vnrest You hauing Lands and blest with beauteous wiues They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth leade them but a paâtry Fellow Long kept in Britaine at our Mothers cost A Milke-sop one that neuer in his life Felt so much cold as ouer shooes in Snow Let 's whip these straglers o're the Seas againe Lash hence these ouer-weening Ragges of France These famish'd Beggers
suites The Greatnesse of his Person Buck. Nay Sir Nicholas Let it alone my State now will but mocke me When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham now poore Edward Bohun Yet I am richer then my base Accusers That neuer knew what Truth meant I now seale it And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for 't My noble Father Henry of Buckingham Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister Being distrest was by that wretch betraid And without Tryall fell Gods peace be with him Henry the Seauenth succeeding truly pittying My Fathers losse like a most Royall Prince Restor'd me to my Honours and out of ruines Made my Name once more Noble Now his Sonne Henry the Eight Life Honour Name and all That made me happy at one stroake ha's taken For euer from the World I had my Tryall And must needs say a Noble one which makes me A little happier then my wretched Father Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes both Fell by our Seruants by those Men we lou'd most A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice Heauen ha's an end in all yet you that heare me This from a dying man receiue as certaine Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels Be sure you be not loose for those you make friends And giue your hearts to when they once perceiue The least rub in your fortunes fall away Like water from ye neuer found againe But where they meane to sinke ye all good people Pray for me I must now forsake ye the last houre Of my long weary life is come vpon me Farewell and when you would say somthing that is sad Speake how I fell I haue done and God forgiue me Exeunt Duke and Traine 1. O this is full of pitty Sir it cals I feare too many curseâ on their heads That were the Authors 2. If the Duke be guiltlesse 'T is full of woe yet I can giue you inckling Of an ensuing euill if it fall Greater then this 1. Good Angels keepe it from vs What may it be you doe not doubt my faith Sir 2. This Secret is so weighty 't will require A strong faith to conceale it 1. Let me haue it I doe not talke much 2. I am confident You shall Sir Did you not of late dayes heare A buzzing of a Separation Betweene the King and Katherine 1. Yes but it held not For when the King once heard it out of anger He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight To stop the rumor and allay those tongues That durst disperse it 2. But that slander Sir Is found a truth now for it growes agen Fresher then e're it was and held for certaine The King will venture at it Either the Cardinall Or some about him neere haue out of malice To the good Queene possest him with a scruple That will vndoe her To confirme this too Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd and lately As all thinke for this busines 1. T is the Cardinall And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour For not bestowing on him at his asking The Archbishopricke of Toledo this is purpos'd 2. I thinke You haue hit the marke but is' t not cruell That she should feele the smart of this the Cardinall Will haue his will and she must fall 1. 'T is wofull Wee are too open heere to argue this Let 's thinke in priuate more Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Lord Chamberlaine reading this Letter MY Lord the Horses your Lordship sent for with all the care I had I saw well chosen ridden and furnish'd They were young and handsome and of the best breed in the North. When they were ready to set out for London a man of my Lord Cardinalls bâ Commission and maine power tooke 'em from me with this reason his maister would bee seru'd before a Subiect if not before the King which stop'd our mouthes Sir I feare he will indeede well let him haue them hee will haue all I thinke Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Good day to both your Graces Suff. How is the King imployd Cham. I left him priuate Full of sad thoughts and troubles Norf. What 's the cause Cham. It seemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife Ha's crept too neere his Conscience Suff. No his Conscience Ha's crept too neere another Ladie Norf. T is so This is the Cardinals doing The King-Cardinall That blinde Priest like the eldest Sonne of Fortune Turnes what he list The King will know him one day Suff. Pray God he doe Hee 'l neuer know himselfe else Norf. How holily he workes in all his businesse And with what zeale For now he has crackt the League Between vs the Emperor the Queens great Nephew He diues into the Kings Soule and there scatters Dangers doubts wringing of the Conscience Feares and despaires and all these for his Marriage And out of all these to restore the King He counsels a Diuorce a losse of her That like a Iewell ha's hung twenty yeares About his necke yet neuer lost her lustre Of her that loues him with that excellence That Angels loue good men with Euen of her That when the greatest stroake of Fortune falls Will blesse the King and is not this course pious Cham. Heauen keep me from such councel t is most true These newes are euery where euery tongue speaks 'em And euery true heart weepes for 't All that dare Looke into these affaires see this maine end The French Kings Sister Heauen will one day open The Kings eyes that so long haue slept vpon This bold bad man Suff. And free vs from his slauery Norf. We had need pray And heartily for our deliuerance Or this imperious man will worke vs all From Princes into Pages all mens honours Lie like one lumpe before him to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please Suff. For me my Lords I loue him not nor feare him there 's my Creede As I am made without him so I le stand If the King please his Curses and his blessings Touch me alike th' are breath I not beleeue in I knew him and I know him so I leaue him To him that made him proud the Pope Norf. Let 's in And with some other busines put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much vpon him My Lord you le beare vs company Cham. Excuse me The King ha's sent me otherwhere Besides You 'l finde a most vnfit time to disturbe him Health to your Lordships Norfolke Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine Exit Lord Chamberlaine and the King drawes the Curtaine and sits reading pensiuely Suff. How sad he lookes sure he is much afflicted Kin. Who 's there Ha Norff. Pray God he be not angry Kin. Who 's there I say How dare you thrust your selues Into my priuate Meditations Who am I Ha Norff. A gracious King that pardons all offences Malice ne're meant Our
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
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
but an Interiour suruey of your good selues Oh that you could Both. What then sir Men. Why then you should discouer a brace of vnmeriting proud violent testie Magistrates alias Fooles as any in Rome Sicin Menenius you are knowne well enough too Men. I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian and one that loues a cup of hot Wine with not a drop of alaying Tiber in 't Said to be something imperfect in fauouring the first complaint hasty and Tinder-like vppon to triuiall motion One that conuerses more with the Buttocke of the night then with the forhead of the morning What I think I vtter and spend my malice in my breath Meeting two such Weales men as you are I cannot call you Licurgusses if the drinke you giue me touch my Palat aduersly I make a crooked face at it I can say your Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well when I finde the Asse in compound with the Maior part of your syllables And though I must be content to beare with those that say you are reuerend graue men yet they lye deadly that tell you haue good faces if you see this in the Map of my Microcosme followes it that I am knowne well enough too What harme can your beesome Conspectuities gleane out of this Charracter if I be knowne well enough too Bru. Come sir come we know you well enough Menen You know neither mee your selues nor any thing you are ambitious for poore knaues cappes and legges you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone in hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife and a Forsetseller and then reiourne the Controuersie of three-pence to a second day of Audience When you are hearing a matter betweene party and party if you chaunce to bee pinch'd with the Collicke you make faces like Mummers set vp the bloodie Flagge against all Patience and in roaring for a Chamber-pot dismisse the Controuersie bleeding the more intangled by your hearing All the peace you make in their Cause is calling both the parties Knaues You are a payre of strange ones Bru. Come come you are well vnderstood to bee a perfecter gyber for the Table then a necessary Bencher in the Capitoll Men. Our very Priests must become Mockers if they shall encounter such ridiculous Subiects as you are when you speake best vnto the purpose It is not woorth the wagging of your Beards and your Beards deserue not so honourable a graue as to stuffe a Botchers Cushion or to be intomb'd in an Asses Packe-saddle yet you must bee saying Martius is proud who in a cheape estimation is worth all your predecessors since Deucalion though peraduenture some of the best of 'em were hereditarie hangmen Godden to your Worships more of your conuersation would infect my Braine being the Heardsmen of the Beastly Plebeans I will be bold to take my leaue of you Bru. and Scic Aside Enter Volumina Virgilia and Valeria How now my as faire as Noble Ladyes and the Moone were shee Earthly no Nobler whither doe you follow your Eyes so fast Volum Honorable Menenius my Boy Martius approches for the loue of Iuno let 's goe Menen Ha Martius comming home Volum I worthy Menenius and with most prosperous approbation Menen Take my Cappe Iupiter and I thanke thee hoo Martius comming home 2. Ladies Nay 't is true Volum Looke here 's a Letter from him the State hath another his Wife another and I thinke there 's one at home for you Menen I will make my very house reele to night A Letter for me Virgil. Yes certaine there 's a Letter for you I saw 't Menen A Letter for me it giues me an Estate of seuen yeeres health in which time I will make a Lippe at the Physician The most soueraigne Prescription in Galen is but Emperick qutique and to this Preseruatiue of no better report then a Horse-drench Is he not wounded he was wont to come home wounded Virgil. Oh no no no. Volum Oh he is wounded I thanke the Gods for 't Menen So doe I too if it be not too much brings a Victorie in his Pocket the wounds become him Volum On 's Browes Menenius hee comes the third time home with the Oaken Garland Menen Ha's he disciplin'd Auffidius soundly Volum Titus Lartius writes they fought together but Auffidius got off Menen And 't was time for him too I le warrant him that and he had stay'd by him I would not haue been so fiddious'd for all the Chests in Carioles and the Gold that 's in them Is the Senate possest of this Volum. Good Ladies let 's goe Yes yes yes The Senate ha's Letters from the Generall wherein hee giues my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre he hath in this action out-done his former deeds doubly Valer. In troth there 's wondrous things spoke of him Menen Wondrous I I warrant you and not without his true purchasing Virgil. The Gods graunt them true Volum True pow waw Mene. True I le be sworne they are true where is hee wounded God saue your good Worships Martius is comming home hee ha's more cause to be prowd where is he wounded Volum i th' Shoulder and i th' left Arme there will be large Cicatrices to shew the People when hee shall stand for his place he receiued in the repulse of Tarquin seuen hurts i th' Body Mene. One i th' Neck and two i th' Thigh there 's nine that I know Volum Hee had before this last Expedition twentie fiue Wounds vpon him Mene. Now it 's twentie seuen euery gash was an Enemies Graue Hearke the Trumpets A showt and flourish Volum. These are the Vshers of Martius Before him hee carryes Noyse And behinde him hee leaues Teares Death that darke Spirit in 's neruie Arme doth lye Which being aduanc'd declines and then men dye A Sennet Trumpets sound Enter Cominius the Generall and Titus Latius betweene them Coriolanus crown'd with an Oaken Garland with Captaines and Souldiers and a Herauld Herauld Know Rome that all alone Martius did fight Within Corioles Gates where he hath wonne With Fame a Name to Martius Caius These in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus Welcome to Rome renowned Coriolanus Sound Flourish All. Welcome to Rome renowned Coriolanus Coriol No more of this it does offend my heart pray now no more Com. Looke Sir your Mother Coriol Oh! you haue I know petition'd all the Gods for my prosperitie Kneeles Volum. Nay my good Souldier vp My gentle Martius worthy Caius And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd What is it Coriolanus must I call thee But oh thy Wife Corio My gracious silence hayle Would'st thou haue laugh'd had I come Coffin'd home That weep'st to see me triumph Ah my deare Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were And Mothers that lacke Sonnes Mene. Now the Gods Crowne thee Com. And liue you yet Oh my sweet Lady pardon Volum I know not where to turne Oh welcome home and welcome Generall And y' are welcome all Mene. A hundred thousand Welcomes I could weepe and
thou had'st beene poore Iohn Draw thy Toole here comes of the House of the Mountagues Enter two other Seruingmen Sam. My naked weapon is out quarrel I wil back thee Gre. How Turne thy backe and run Sam. Feare me not Gre. No marry I feare thee Sam. Let vs take the Law of our sides let them begin Gr. I wil frown as I passe by let theÌ take it as they list Sam. Nay as they dare I wil bite my Thumb at them which is a disgrace to them if they beare it Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir Samp. I do bite my Thumbe sir Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs sir Sam. Is the Law of our side if I say I Gre. No. Sam No sir I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir but I bite my Thumbe sir Greg. Do you quarrell sir Abra. Quarrell sir no sir Sam. If you do sir I am for you I serue as good a man as you Abra. No better Samp. Well sir Enter Benuolio Gr. Say better here comes one of my masters kinsmen Samp. Yes better Abra. You Lye Samp. Draw if you be men Gregory remember thy washing blow They Fight Ben. Part Fooles put vp your Swords you know not what you do Enter Tibalt Tyb What art thou drawne among these heartlesse Hindes Turne thee Benuolio looke vpon thy death Ben. I do but keepe the peace put vp thy Sword Or manage it to part these men with me Tyb What draw and talke of peace I hate the word As I hate hell all Mountagues and thee Haue at thee Coward Fight Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs Offi. Clubs Bils and Partisons strike beat them down Downe with the Capulets downe with the Mountagues Enter old Capulet in his Gowne and his wife Cap. What noise is this Giue me my long Sword ho. Wife A crutch a crutch why call you for a Sword Cap. My Sword I say Old Mountague is come And flourishes his Blade in spight of me Enter old Mountague his wife Moun. Thou villaine Capulet Hold me not let me go 2. Wife Thou shalt not stir a foote to seeke a Foe Enter Prince Eskalos with his Traine Prince Rebellious Subiects Enemies to peace Prophaners of this Neighbor-stained Steele Will they not heare What hoe you Men you Beasts That quench the fire of your pernitious Rage With purple Fountaines issuing from your Veines On paine of Torture from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd Weapons to the ground And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince Three ciuill Broyles bred of an Ayery word By thee old Capulet and Mountague Haue thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets And made Verona's ancient Citizens Cast by their Graue beseeming Ornaments To wield old Partizans in hands as old Cankred with peace to part your Cankred hate If euer you disturbe our streets againe Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the peace For this time all the rest depart away You Capulet shall goe along with me And Mountague come you this afternoone To know our Fathers pleasure in this case To old Free-towne our common iudgement place Once more on paine of death all men depart Exeunt Moun. Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach Speake Nephew were you by when it began Ben. Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie And yours close fighting ere I did approach I drew to part them in the instant came The fiery Tibalt with his sword prepar'd Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares He swong about his head and cut the windes Who nothing hurt withall hist him in scorne While we were enterchanging thrusts and blowes Came more and more and fought on part and part Till the Prince came who parted either part Wife O where is Romeo saw you him to day Right glad am I he was not at this fray Ben. Madam an houre before the worshipt Sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the East A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour That West-ward rooteth from this City side So earely walking did I see your Sonne Towards him I made but he was ware of me And stole into the couert of the wood I measuring his affections by my owne Which then most sought wher most might not be found Being one too many by my weary selfe Pursued my Honour not pursuing his And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me Mount Many a morning hath he there beene seene With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw Adding to cloudes more cloudes with his deepe sighes But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne Should in the farthest East begin to draw The shadie Curtaines from Auroras bed Away from light-steales home my heauy Sonne And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe Shuts vp his windowes lockes faire day-light out And makes himselfe an artificiall night Blacke and portendous must this humour proue Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause Moun. I neither know it nor can learne of him Ben. Haue you importun'd him by any meanes Moun. Both by my selfe and many others Friends But he his owne affections counseller Is to himselfe I will not say how true But to himselfe so secret and so close So farre from sounding and discouery As is the bud bit with an enuious worme Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre Or dedicate his beauty to the same Could we but learne from whence his sorrowes grow We would as willingly giue cure as know Enter Romeo Ben See where he comes so please you step aside I le know his greeuance or be much denide Moun. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To heare true shrift Come Madam let 's away Exeunt Ben. Good morrow Cousin Rom. Is the day so young Ben. But new strooke nine Rom. Aye me sad houres seeme long Was that my Father that went henec so fast Ben. It was what sadnes lengthens Romeo's houres Ro. Not hauing that which hauing makes them short Ben. In loue Romeo Out Ben. Of loue Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue Ben. Alas that loue so gentle in his view Should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe Rom. Alas that loue whose view is muffled still Should without eyes see path-wayes to his will Where shall we dine O me what fray was heere Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all Heere 's much to do with hate but more with loue Why then O brawling loue O louing hate O any thing of nothing first created O heauie lightnesse serious vanity Mishapen Chaos of welseeing formes Feather of lead bright smoake cold fire sicke health Still waking sleepe that is not what it is This loue feele I that feele no loue in this Doest thou not laugh Ben. No Coze I rather weepe Rom. Good heart at what Ben. At thy good hearts oppression Rom. Why such is loues transgression Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast Which thou wilt propagate to
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
I am bent to know By the worst meanes the worst for mine owne good All causes shall giue way I am in blood Stept in so farre that should I wade no more Returning were as tedious as go ore Strange things I haue in head that will to hand Which must be acted ere they may be scand La. You lacke the season of all Natures sleepe Macb. Come wee 'l to sleepe My strange self-abuse Is the initiate feare that wants hard vse We are yet but yong indeed Exeunt Scena Quinta Thunder Enter the three Witches meeting Hecat 1. Why how now Hecat you looke angerly Hec. Haue I not reason Beldams as you are Sawcy and ouer-bold how did you dare To Trade and Trafficke with Macbeth In Riddles and Affaires of death And I the Mistris of your Charmes The close contriuer of all harmes Was neuer call'd to beare my part Or shew the glory of our Art And which is worse all you haue done Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne Spightfull and wrathfull who as others do Loues for his owne ends not for you But make amends now Get you gon And at the pit of Acheron Meete me i' th' Morning thither he Will come to know his Destinie Your Vessels and your Spels prouide Your Charmes and euery thing beside I am for th' Ayre This night I le spend Vnto a dismall and a Fatall end Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone Vpon the Corner of the Moone There hangs a vap'rous drop profound I le catch it ere it come to ground And that distill'd by Magicke slights Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his Confusion He shall spurne Fate scorne Death and beare His hopes ' boue Wisedome Grace and Feare And you all know Security Is Mortals cheefest Enemie Musicke and a Song Hearke I am call'd my little Spirit see Sits in a Foggy cloud and stayes for me Sing within Come away come away c. 1 Come let 's make hast shee 'l soone be Backe againe Exeunt Scaena Sexta Enter Lenox and another Lord. Lenox My former Speeches Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth marry he was dead And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late Whom you may say if 't please you Fleans kill'd For Fleans fled Men must not walke too late Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolme and for Donalbane To kill their gracious Father Damned Fact How it did greeue Macbeth Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents teare That were the Slaues of drinke and thralles of sleepe Was not that Nobly done I and wisely too For 't would haue anger'd any heart aliue To heare the men deny 't So that I say He ha's borne all things well and I do thinke That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key As and 't please Heauen he shall not they should finde What 't were to kill a Father So should Fleans But peace for from broad words and cause he fayl'd His presence at the Tyrants Feast I heare Macduffe liues in disgrace Sir can you tell Where he bestowes himselfe Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth Liues in the English Court and is receyu'd Of the most Pious Edward with such grace That the maleuolence of Fortune nothing Takes from his high respect Thither Macduffe Is gone to pray the Holy King vpon his ayd To wake Northumberland and warlike Seyward That by the helpe of these with him aboue To ratifie the Worke we may againe Giue to our Tables meate sleepe to our Nights Free from our Feasts and Banquets bloody kniues Do faithfull Homage and receiue free Honors All which we pine for now And this report Hath so exasperate their King that hee Prepares for some attempt of Warre Len. Sent he to Macduffe Lord. He did and with an absolute Sir not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe And hums as who should say you 'l rue the time That clogges me with this Answer Lenox And that well might Aduise him to a Caution tâhold what distance His wisedome can prouide Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England and vnfold His Message ere he come that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country Vnder a hand accurs'd Lord. I le send my Prayers with him Exeunt Actus Quarâs Scena Prima Thunder Enter the three Witches 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd 2 Thrice and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd 3 Harpier cries 't is time 't is time 1 Round about the Caldron go In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad that vnder cold stone Dayes and Nights ha's thirty one Sweltred Venom sleeping got Boyle thou first i' th' charmed pot All. Double double toile and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake In the Cauldron boyle and bake Eye of Newt and Toe of Frogge Wooll of Bat and Tongue of Dogge Adders Forke and Blinde-wormes Sting Lizards legge and Howlets wing For a Charme of powrefull trouble Like a Hell-broth boyle and bubble All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 3 Scale of Dragon Tooth of Wolfe Witches Mummey Maw and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke Roote of Hemlocke digg'd i' th' darke Liuer of Blaspheming Iew Gall of Goate and Slippes of Yew Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse âose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of Birth-strangled Babe Dâtch-deliuer'd by a Drab Make the Grewell thicke and slab Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Coole it with a Baboones blood Then the Charme is firme and good Enter Hecat and the other three Witches Hec. O well done I commend your paines And euery one shall share i' th' gaines And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring Inchanting all that you put in Musicke and a Song Blacke Spirits c. 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes Something wicked this way comes Open Lockes who euer knockes Enter Macbeth Macb. How now you secret black midnight Hags What is' t you do All. A deed without a name Macb. I coniure you by that which you Professe How ere you come to know it answer me Though you vntye the Windes and let them fight Against the Churches Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp Though bladed Corne be lodg'd Trees blown downe Though Castles topple on their Warders heads Though Pallaces and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine tumble altogether Euen till destruction sicken Answer me To what I aske you 1 Speake 2 Demand 3 Wee 'l answer 1 Say if th' hadst rather heare it from our mouthes Or from our Masters Macb. Call 'em let me see ' em 1 Powre in
How came she by that light Gent. Why it stood by her she ha's light by her continually 't is her command Doct. You see her eyes are open Gent. I but their sense are shut Doct. What is it she do's now Looke how she rubbes her hands Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her to seeme thus washing her hands I haue knowne her continue in this a quarter of an houre Lad. Yet heere 's a spot Doct. Heark she speaks I will set downe what comes from her to satisfie my remembrance the more strongly La. Out damned spot out I say One Two Why then 't is time to doo 't Hell is murky Fye my Lord fie a Souldier and affear'd what need we feare who knowes it when none can call our powre to accompt yet who would haue thought the olde man to haue had so much blood in him Doct. Do you marke that Lad. The Thane of Fife had a wife where is she now What will these hands ne're be cleane No more o' that my Lord no more o' that you marre all with this starting Doct. Go too go too You haue knowne what you should not Gent. She ha's spoke what shee should not I am sure of that Heauen knowes what she ha's knowne La. Heere 's the smell of the blood still all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand Oh oh oh Doct. What a sigh is there The hart is sorely charg'd Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome for the dignity of the whole body Doct. Well well well Gent. Pray God it be sir Doct. This disease is beyond my practise yet I haue knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep who haue dyed holily in their beds Lad. Wash your hands put on your Night-Gowne looke not so pale I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried he cannot come out on 's graue Doct. Euen so Lady To bed to bed there 's knocking at the gate Come come come come giue me your hand What 's done cannot be vndone To bed to bed to bed Exit Lady Doct. Will she go now to bed Gent. Directly Doct. Foule whisp'rings are abroad vnnaturall deeds Do breed vnnaturall troubles infected mindes To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets More needs she the Diuine then the Physitian God God forgiue vs all Looke after her Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance And still keepe eyes vpon her So goodnight My minde she ha's mated and amaz'd my sight I thinke but dare not speake Gent. Good night good Doctor Exeunt Scena Secunda Drum and Colours Enter Menteth Cathnes Angus Lenox Soldiers Ment. The English powre is neere led on by Malcolm His Vnkle Seyward and the good Macduff Reuenges burne in them for their deere causes Would to the bleeding and the grim Alarme Excite the mortified man Ang. Neere Byrnan wood Shall we well meet them that way are they comming Cath. Who knowes if Donalbane be with his brother Len. For certaine Sir he is not I haue a File Of all the Gentry there is Seywards Sonne And many vnruffe youths that euen now Protest their first of Manhood Ment. What do's the Tyrant Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies Some say hee 's mad Others that lesser hate him Do call it valiant Fury but for certaine He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of Rule Ang. Now do's he feele His secret Murthers sticking on his hands Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach Those he commands moue onely in command Nothing in loue Now do's he feele his Title Hang loose about him like a Giants Robe Vpon a dwarfish Theefe Ment. Who then shall blame His pester'd Senses to recoyle and start When all that is within him do's condemne It selfe for being there Cath. Well march we on To giue Obedience where 't is truly ow'd Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale And with him poure we in our Countries purge Each drop of vs. Lenox Or so much as it needes To dew the Soueraigne Flower and drowne the Weeds Make we our March towards Birnan Exeunt marching Scaena Tertia Enter Macbeth Doctor and Attendants Macb. Bring me no more Reports let them flye all Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane I cannot taint with Feare What 's the Boy Malcolme Was he not borne of woman The Spirits that know All mortall Consequences haue pronounc'd me thus Feare not Macbeth no man that 's borne of woman Shall ere haue power vpon thee Then fly false Thanes And mingle with the English Epicures The minde I sway by and the heart I beare Shall neuer sagge with doubt nor shake with feare Enter Seruant The diuell damne thee blacke thou cream-fac'd Loone Where got'st thou that Goose-looke Ser. There is ten thousand Macb. Geese Villaine Ser. Souldiers Sir Macb. Go pricke thy face and ouer-red thy feare Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy What Soldiers Patch Death of thy Soule those Linnen cheekes of thine Are Counsailers to feare What Soldiers Whay-face Ser. The English Force so please you Macb. Take thy face hence Seyton I am sick at hart When I behold Seyton I say this push Will cheere me euer or dis-eate me now I haue liu'd long enough my way of life Is falne into the Seare the yellow Leafe And that which should accompany Old-Age As Honor Loue Obedience Troopes of Friends I must not looke to haue but in their steed Curses not lowd but deepe Mouth-honor breath Which the poore heart would faine deny and dare not Seyton Enter Seyton Sey. What 's your gracious pleasure Macb. What Newes more Sey. All is confirm'd my Lord which was reported Macb. I le fight till from my bones my flesh be hackt Giue me my Armor Seyt. 'T is not needed yet Macb. I le put it on Send out moe Horses skirre the Country round Hang those that talke of Feare Giue me mine Armor How do's your Patient Doctor Doct. Not so sicke my Lord As she is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies That keepe her from her rest Macb. Cure of that Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow Raze out the written troubles of the Braine And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote Cleanse the stufft bosome of that perillous stuffe Which weighes vpon the heart Doct. Therein the Patient Must minister to himselfe Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs I le none of it Come put mine Armour on giue me my Staffe Seyton send out Doctor the Thanes flye from me Come sir dispatch If thou could'st Doctor cast The Water of my Land finde her Disease And purge it to a sound and pristine Health I would applaud thee to the very Eccho That should applaud againe Pull 't off I say What Rubarb Cyme or what Purgatiue drugge Would scowre these English hence hear'st y u of them Doct. I my good Lord your Royall Preparation Makes vs heare something Macb. Bring it after me I will not be affraid of Death and Bane Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane
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
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 dâiade 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
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
reason I haue to thinke so if thou should'st not be glad I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe Sepulchring an Adultresse O are you free Some other time for that Beloued Regan Thy Sisters naught oh Regan she hath tied Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindnesse like a vulture heere I can scarce speake to thee thou 'lt not beleeue With how deprau'd a quality Oh Regan Reg. I pray you Sir take patience I haue hope You lesse know how to value her desert Then she to scant her dutie Lear. Say How is that Reg. I cannot thinke my Sister in the least Would faile her Obligation If Sir perchance She haue restrained the Riots of your Followres 'T is on such ground and to such wholesome end As cleeres her from all blame Lear. My curses on her Reg. O Sir you are old Nature in you stands on the very Verge Of his confine you should be rul'd and led By some discretion that discernes your state Better then you your selfe therefore I pray you That to our Sister you do make returne Say you haue wrong'd her Lear. Aske her forgiuenesse Do you but marke how this becomes the house Deere daughter I confesse that I am old Age is vnnecessary on my knees I begge That you 'l vouchsafe me Rayment Bed and Food Reg. Good Sir no more these are vnsightly trickes Returne you to my Sister Lear. Neuer Regan She hath abated me of halfe my Traine Look'd blacke vpon me strooke me with her Tongue Most Serpent-like vpon the very Heart All the stor'd Vengeances of Heauen fall On her ingratefull top strike her yong bones You taking Ayres with Lamenesse Corn. Fye sir fie Le. You nimble Lightnings dart your blinding flames Into her scornfull eyes Infect her Beauty You Fen-suck'd Fogges drawne by the powrfull Sunne To fall and blister Reg O the blest Gods So will you wish on me when the rash moode is on Lear. No Regan thou shalt neuer haue my curse Thy tender-hefted Nature shall not giue Thee o're to harshnesse Her eyes are fierce but thine Do comfort and not burne 'T is not in thee To grudge my pleasures to cut off my Traine To bandy hasty words to scant my sizes And in conclusion to oppose the bolt Against my comming in Thou better know'st The Offices of Nature bond of Childhood Effects of Curtesie dues of Gratitude Thy halfe o' th' Kingdome hast thou not forgot Wherein I thee endow'd Reg. Good Sir to ' th' purpose Tucket within Lear. Who put myâ an i' th' Stockes Enter Steward Corn. What Trumpet 's that Reg. I know 't my Sisters this approues her Letter That she would soone be heere Is your Lady come Lear. This is a Slaue whose easie borrowed pride Dwels in the fickly grace of her he followes Out Varlet from my sight Corn. What meanes your Grace Enter Gonerill Lear. Who stockt my Seruant Regan I haue good hope Thou did'st not know on 't Who comes here O Heauens If you do loue old men if your sweet sway Allow Obedience if you your selues are old Make it your cause Send downe and take my part Art not asham'd to looke vpon this Beard O Regan will you take her by the hand Gon. Why not by ' th' hand Sir How haue I offended All 's not offence that indiscretion findes And dotage termes so Lear. O sides you are too tough Will you yet hold How came my man i' th' Stockes Corn. I set him there Sir but his owne Disorders Deseru'd much lesse aduancement Lear. You Did you Reg. I pray you Father being weake seeme so If till the expiration of your Moneth You will returne and soiourne with my Sister Dismissing halfe your traine come then to me I am now from home and out of that prouision Which shall be needfull for your entertainement Lear. Returne to her and fifty men dismiss'd No rather I abiure all roofes and chuse To wage against the enmity o th' ayre To be a Comrade with the Wolfe and Owle Necessities sharpe pinch Returne with her Why the hot-bloodied France that dowerlesse tooke Our yongest borne I could as well be brought To knee his Throne and Squire-like pension beg To keepe base life a foote returne with her Perswade me rather to be slaue and sumpter To this detested groome Gon. At your choice Sir Lear. I prythee Daughter do not make me mad I will not trouble thee my Child farewell Wee 'l no more meete no more see one another But yet thou art my flesh my blood my Daughter Or rather a disease that 's in my flesh Which I must needs call mine Thou art a Byle A plague sore or imbossed Carbuncle In my corrupted blood But I le not chide thee Let shame come when it will I do not call it I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoore Nor tell tales of thee to high-iudging Ioue Mend when thou can'st be better at thy leisure I can be patient I can stay with Regan I and my hundred Knights Reg. Not altogether so I look'd not for you yet nor am prouided For your fit welcome giue eare Sir to my Sister For those that mingle reason with your passion Must be content to thinke you old and so But she knowes what she doe's Lear. Is this well spoken Reg. I dare auouch it Sir what fifty Followers Is it not well What should you need of more Yea or so many Sith that both charge and danger Speake ' gainst so great a number How in one house Should many people vnder two commands Hold amity 'T is hard almost impossible Gon. Why might not you my Lord receiue attendance From those that she cals Seruants or from mine Reg. Why not my Lord If then they chanc'd to slacke ye We could comptroll them if you will come to me For now I spiâ danger I entreate you To bring but fiue and twentie to no more Will I giue place or notice Lear. I gaue you all Reg. And in good time you gaue it Lear. Made you my Guardians my Depositaries But kept a reseruation to be followed With such a number What must I come to you With fiue and twenty Regan said you so Reg. And speak 't againe my Lord no more with me Lea. Those wicked Creatures yet do look wel fauor'd When others are more wicked not being the worst Stands in some ranke of praise I le go with thee Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twenty And thou art twice her Loue. Gon. Heare me my Lord What need you fiue and twenty Ten Or fiue To follow in a house where twice so many Haue a command to tend you Reg. What need one Lear. O reason not the need our basest Beggers Are in the poorest thing superfluous Allow not Nature more then Nature needs Mans life is cheape as Beastes Thou art a Lady If onely to go warme were gorgeous Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st Which scarcely keepes thee warme but for true need You Heauens giue me that patience patience I need You see me
meane to draw the Moore Out of the way that your conuerse and businesse May be more free Exit Cassio I humbly thanke you for 't I neuer knew A Floântine more kinde and honest Enter Aemilia Aemil. Goodmorrow good Lieutenant I am sorrie For your displeasure but all will sure be well The Generall and his wife are talking of it And she speakes for you stoutly The Moore replies That he you hurt is of great Fame in Cyprus And great Affinitie and that in wholsome Wisedome He might not but refuse you But he protests he loues you And needs no other Suitor but his likings To bring you in againe Cassio Yet I beseech you If you thinke fit or that it may be done Giue me aduantage of some breefe Discourse With Desdemon alone Aemil. Pray you come in I will bestow you where you shall haue time To speake your bosome freely Cassio I am much bound to you Scoena Secunda Enter Othello Iago and Gentlemen Othe These Letters giue Iago to the Pylot And by him do my duties to the Senate That done I will be walking on the Workes Repaire there to mee Iago Well my good Lord I le doo 't Oth. This Fortification Gentlemen shall we see 't Gent. Well waite vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Desdemona Cassio and Aemilia Des Be thou assur'd good Cassio I will do All my abilities in thy behalfe Aemil. Good Madam do I warrant it greeues my Husband As if the cause were his Des Oh that 's an honest Fellow Do not doubt Cassio But I will haue my Lord and you againe As friendly as you were Cassio Bounteous Madam What euer shall become of Michael Cassio He 's neuer any thing but your true Seruant Des I know 't I thanke you you do loue my Lord You haue knowne him long and be you well assur'd He shall in strangenesse stand no farther off Then in a politique distance Cassio I but Lady That policie may either last so long Or feede vpon such nice and waterish diet Or breede it selfe so out of Circumstances That I being absent and my place supply'd My Generall will forget my Loue and Seruice Des Do not doubt âhat before Aemilia here I giue thee warrant of thy place Assure thee If I do vow a friendship I le performe it To the last Article My Lord shall neuer rest I le watch him tame and talke him out of patience His Bed shall seeme a Schoole his Boord a Shrift I le intermingle euery thing he do's With Cassio's suite Therefore be merry Cassio For thy Solicitor shall rather dye Then giue thy cause away Enter Othello and Iago Aemil. Madam heere comes my Lord. Cassio Madam I le take my leaue Des Why stay and heare me speake Cassio Madam not now I am very ill at ease Vnfit for mine owne purposes Des Well do your discretion Exit Cassio Iago Hah I like not that Othel. What dost thou say Iago Nothing my Lord or if I know not what Othel. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife Iago Cassio my Lord No sure I cannot thinke it That he would steale away so guilty-like Seeing your comming Oth. I do beleeue 't was he Des How now my Lord I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere A man that languishes in your displeasure Oth. Who is' t you meane Des Why your Lieutenant Cassio Good my Lord If I haue any grace or power to moue you His present reconciliation take For if he be not one that truly loues you That erres in Ignorance and not in Cunning I haue no iudgement in an honest face I prythee call him backe Oth. Went he hence now Des I sooth so humbled That he hath left part of his greefe with mee To suffer with him Good Loue call him backe Othel. Not now sweet Desdemon some other time Des But shall 't be shortly Oth. The sooner Sweet for you Des Shall 't be to night at Supper Oth. No not to night Des To morrow Dinner then Oth. I shall not dine at home I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell Des Why then to morrow night on Tuesday morne On Tuesday noone or night on Wensday Morne I prythee name the time but let it not Exceed three dayes Infaith hee 's penitent And yet his Trespasse in our common reason Saue that they say the warres must make example Out of her best is not almost a fault T' encurre a priuate checke When shall he come Tell me Othello I wonder in my Soule What you would aske me that I should deny Or stand so mam'ring on What Michael Cassio That came a woing wirh you and so many a time When I haue spoke of you dispraisingly Hath tane your part to haue so much to do To bring him in Trust me I could do much Oth. Prythee no more Let him come when he will I will deny thee nothing Des Why this is not a Boone 'T is as I should entreate you weare your Gloues Or feede on nourishing dishes or keepe you warme Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit To your owne person Nay when I haue a suite Wherein I meane to touch your Loue indeed It shall be full of poize and difficult waight And fearefull to be granted Oth. I will deny thee nothing Whereon I do beseech thee grant me this To leaue me but a little to my selfe Des Shall I deny you No farewell my Lord. Oth. Farewell my Desdemona I le come to thee strait Des Aemilia come be as your Fancies teach you What ere you be I am obedient Exit Oth. Excellent wretch Perdition catch my Soule But I do loue thee and when I loue thee not Chaos is come againe Iago My Noble Lord. Oth. What dost thou say Iago Iago Did Michael Cassio When he woo'd my Lady know of your loue Oth. He did from first to last Why dost thou aske Iago But for a satisfaction of my Thought No further harme Oth. Why of thy thought Iago Iago I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir Oth. O yes and went betweene vs very oft Iago Indeed Oth. Indeed I indeed Discern'st thou ought in that Is he not honest Iago Honest my Lord Oth. Honest I Honest Iago My Lord for ought I know Oth. What do'st thou thinke Iago Thinke my Lord Oth. Thinke my Lord Alas thou ecchos't me As if there were some Monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shewne Thou dost mean somthing I heard thee say euen now thou lik'st not that When Cassio left my wife What didd'st not like And when I told thee he was of my Counsaile Of my whole course of wooing thou cried'st Indeede And didd'st contract and purse thy brow together As if thou then hadd'st shut vp in thy Braine Some horrible Conceite If thou do'st loue me Shew me thy thought Iago My Lord you know I loue you Oth. I thinke thou do'st And for I know thou' rt full of Loue and Honestie And weigh'st thy words before
but next day I told him of my selfe which was as much As to haue askt him pardon Let this Fellow Be nothing of our strife if we contend Out of our question wipe him Caesar You haue broken the Article of your oath which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with Lep. Soft Caesar Ant. No Lepidus let him speake The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now Supposing that I lackt it but on Caesar The Article of my oath Caesar To lend me Armes and aide when I requir'd them the which you both denied Anth. Neglected rather And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp From mine owne knowledge as neerely as I may I le play the penitent to you But mine honesty Shall not make poore my greatnesse nor my power Worke without it Truth is that Fuluia To haue me out of Egypt made Warres heere For which my selfe the ignorant motiue do So farre aâke pardon as befits mine Honour To stoope in such a case Lep. 'T is Noble spoken Mece If it might please you to enforce no further The griefes betweene ye to forget them quite Were to remember that the present neede Speakes to attone you Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas Enobar Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the instant you may when you heare no more words of Pompey returne it againe you shall haue time to wrangle in when you haue nothing else to do Anth. Thou art a Souldier onely speake no more Enob. That trueth should be silent I had almost forgot Anth. You wrong this presence therefore speake no more Enob. Go too then your Considerate stone Caesar I do not much dislike the matter but The manner of his speech for 't cannot be We shall remaine in friendship our conditions So diffring in their acts Yet if I knew What Hoope should hold vs staunch from edge to edge A th' world I would persue it Agri. Giue me leaue Caesar Caesar Speake Agrippa Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side admir'd Octauia Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower Caesar Say not say Agrippa if Cleopater heard you your proofe were well deserued of rashnesse Anth. I am not marryed Caesar let me heere Agrippa further speake Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie To make you Brothers and to knit your hearts With an vn-slipping knot take Anthony Octauia to his wife whose beauty claimes No worse a husband then the best of men whose Vertue and whose generall graces speake That which none else can vtter By this marriage All little Ielousies which now seeme great And all great feares which now import their dangers Would then be nothing Truth 's would be tales Where now halfe tales be truth's her loue to both Would each to other and all loues to both Draw after her Pardon what I haue spoke For 't is a studied not a present thought By duty ruminated Anth. Will Caesar speake Caesar Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht With what is spoke already Anth. What power is in Agrippa If I would say Agrippa be it so To make this good Caesar The power of Caesar And his power vnto Octauia Anth. May I neuer To this good purpose that so fairely shewes Dreame of impediment let me haue thy hand Further this act of Grace and from this houre The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues And sway our great Designes Caesar There 's my hand A Sister I bequeath you whom no Brother Did euer loue so deerely Let her liue To ioyne our kingdomes and our hearts and neuer Flie off our Loues againe Lepi. Happily Amen Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword ' gainst Pompey For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late vpon me I must thanke him onely Least my remembrance suffer ill report At heele of that defie him Lepi. Time cals vpon 's Of vs must Pompey presently be sought Or else he seekes out vs. Anth. Where lies he Caesar About the Mount-Mesena Anth. What is his strength by land Caesar Great and encreasing But by Sea he is an absolute Master Anth. So is the Fame Would we had spoke together Hast we for it Yet ere we put our selues in Armes dispatch we The businesse we haue talkt of Caesar With most gladnesse And do inuite you to my Sisters view Whether straight I le lead you Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie Lep. Noble Anthony not sickenesse should detaine me Flourish Exit omnes Manet Enobarbus Agrippa Mecenas Mec. Welcome from Aegypt Sir Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar worthy Mecenas My honourable Friend Agrippa Agri. Good Enobarbus Mece We haue cause to be glad that matters are so well disgested you staid will by 't in Egypt Enob. I Sir we did sleepe day out of countenaunce and made the night light with drinking Mece Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast and but twelue persons there Is this true Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle we had much more monstrous matter of Feast which worthily deserued noting Mecenas She 's a most triumphant Lady if report be square to her Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony she purst vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis Agri. There she appear'd indeed or my reporter deuis'd well for her Eno. I will tell you The Barge she sat in like a burnisht Throne Burnt on the water the Poope was beaten Gold Purple the Sailes and so perfumed that The Windes were Loue-sicke With them the Owers were Siluer Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke and made The water which they beate to follow faster As amorous of their strokes For her owne person It beggerd all discription she did lye In her Pauillion cloth of Gold of Tissue O're-picturing that Venns where we see The fancie out-worke Nature On each side her Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes like smiling Cupids With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole And what they vndid did Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony Eno. Her Gentlewoman like the Nereides So many Mer-maides tended her i' th' eyes And made their bends adornings At the Helme A seeming Mer-maide steeres The Silken Tackle Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands That yarely frame the office From the Barge A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense Of the adiacent Wharfes The Citty cast Her people out vpon her and Anthony Enthron'd i' th' Market-place did sit alone Whisling to ' th' ayre which but for vacancie Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too And made a gap in Nature Agri. Rare Egiptian Eno. Vpon her landing Anthony sent to her Inuited her to Supper she replyed It should be better he became her guest Which she entreated our Courteous Anthony Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake Being barber'd ten times o're goes to the Feast And for his ordinary paies his heart For what his eyes eate onely Agri. Royall Wench She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed He ploughed her and she cropt Eno.
Sir I desire of you A Conduct ouer Land to Milford-Hauen Madam all ioy befall your Grace and you Cym. My Lords you are appointed for that Office The due of Honor in no point omit So farewell Noble Lucius Luc. Your hand my Lord. Clot. Receiue it friendly but from this time forth I weare it as your Enemy Luc. Sir the Euent Is yet to name the winner Fare you well Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucius good my Lords Till he haue crost the Seuern Happines Exit Lucius c Qu. He goes hence frowning but it honours vs That we haue giuen him cause Clot. 'T is all the better Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor How it goes heere It fits vs therefore ripely Our Chariots and our Horsemen be in readinesse The Powres that he already hath in Gallia Will soone be drawne to head from whence he moues His warre for Britaine Qu. 'T is not sleepy businesse But must be look'd too speedily and strongly Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made vs forward But my gentle Queene Where is our Daughter She hath not appear'd Before the Roman nor to vs hath tender'd The duty of the day She looke vs like A thing more made of malice then of duty We haue noted it Call her before vs for We haue beene too slight in sufferance Qu. Royall Sir Since the exile of Posthumus most retyr'd Hath her life bin the Cure whereof my Lord. 'T is time must do Beseech your Maiesty Forbeare sharpe speeches to her Shee 's a Lady So tender of rebukes that words are stroke And strokes death to her Enter a Messenger Cym. Where is she Sir How Can her contempt be answer'd Mes Please you Sir Her Chambers are all lock'd and there 's no answer That will be giuen to ' th' lowd of noise we make Qu. My Lord when last I went to visit her She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you Which dayly she was bound to proffer this She wish'd me to make knowne but our great Court Made me too blame in memory Cym. Her doores lock'd Not seene of late Grant Heauens that which I Feare proue false Exit Qu. Sonne I say follow the King Clot. That man of hers Pisanio her old Seruant I haue not seene these two dayes Exit Qu. Go looke after Pisanio thou that stand'st so for Posthumus He hath a Drugge of mine I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that For he beleeues It is a thing most precious But for her Where is she gone Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her Or wing'd with feruour of her loue she 's flowne To her desir'd Posthumus gone she is To death or to dishonor and my end Can make good vse of either Shee being downe I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne Enter Cloten How now my Sonne Clot. 'T is certaine she is fled Go in and cheere the King he rages none Dare come about him Qu. All the better may This night fore-stall him of the comming day Exit Qu. Clo. I loue and hate her for she 's Faire and Royall And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Then Lady Ladies Woman from euery one The best she hath and she of all compounded Out-selles them all I loue her therefore but Disdaining me and throwing Fauours on The low Posthumus slanders so her iudgement That what 's else rare is choak'd and in that point I will conclude to hate her nay indeede To be reueng'd vpon her For when Fooles shall Enter Pisanio Who is heere What are you packing sirrah Come hither Ah you precious Pandar Villaine Where is thy Lady In a word or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends Pis Oh good my Lord. Clo. Where is thy Lady Or by Iupiter I will not aske againe Close Villaine I le haue this Secret from thy heart or rip Thy heart to finde it Is she with Posthumus From whose so many waights of basenesse cannot A dram of worth be drawne Pis Alas my Lord How can she be with him When was she miss'd He is in Rome Clot. Where is she Sir Come neerer No farther halting satisfie me home What is become of her Pis Oh my all-worthy Lord. Clo. All-worthy Villaine Discouer where thy Mistris is at once At the next word no more of worthy Lord Speake or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death Pis Then Sir This Paper is the historie of my knowledge Touching her flight Clo. Let 's see 't I will pursue her Euen to Augustus Throne Pis Or this or perish She 's farre enough and what he learnes by this May proue his trauell not her danger Clo. Humh Pis I le write to my Lord she 's dead Oh Imogen Safe mayst thou wander safe returne agen Clot. Sirra is this Letter true Pis Sir as I thinke Clot. It is Posthumus hand I know 't Sirrah if thou would'st not be a Villain but do me true seruice vndergo those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry that is what villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it directly and truely I would thinke thee an honest man thou should'st neither want my meanes for thy releefe nor my voyce for thy preferment Pis Well my good Lord. Clot. Wilt thou serue mee For since patiently and constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine Wilt thou serue mee Pis Sir I will Clo. Giue mee thy hand heere 's my purse Hast any of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession Pisan I haue my Lord at my Lodging the same Suite he wore when he tooke leaue of my Ladie Mistresse Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee fetch that Suite hither let it be thy first seruice go Pis I shall my Lord. Exit Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen I forgot to aske him one thing I le remember 't anon euen there thou villaine Posthumus will I kill thee I would these Garments were come She saide vpon a time the bitternesse of it I now belch from my heart that shee held the very Garment of Posthumus in more respect then my Noble and naturall person together with the adornement of my Qualities With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauish her first kill him and in her eyes there shall she see my valour which wil then be a torment to hir contempt He on the ground my speech of insulment ended on his dead bodie and when my Lust hath dined which as I say to vex her I will execute in the Cloathes that she so prais'd to the Court I le knock her backe foot her home againe She hath despis'd mee reioycingly and I le bee merry in my Reuenge Enter Pisanio Be those the Garments Pis I my Noble Lord. Clo. How long is' t since
conuersant in generall seruices and more remarkeable in single oppositions yet this imperseuerant Thing loues him in my despight What Mortalitie is Posthumus thy head which now is growing vppon thy shoulders shall within this houre be off thy Mistris inforced thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face and all this done spurne her home to her Father who may happily be a little angry for my so rough vsage but my Mother hauing power of his testinesse shall turne all into my commendations My Horse is tyed vp safe out Sword and to a sore purpose Fortune put them into my hand This is the very description of their meeting place and the Fellow dares not deceiue me Exit Scena Secunda Enter Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus and Imogen from the Caue Bel. You are not well Remaine heere in the Caue Wee 'l come to you after Hunting Arui Brother stay heere Are we not Brothers Imo. So man and man should be But Clay and Clay differs in dignitie Whose dust is both alike I am very sicke Gui. Go you to Hunting I le abide with him Imo. So sicke I am not yet I am not well But not so Citizen a wanton as To seeme to dye ere sicke So please you leaue me Sticke to your Iournall course the breach of Custome Is breach of all I am ill but your being by me Cannot amend me Society is no comfort To one not sociable I am not very sicke Since I can reason of it pray you trust me heere I le rob none but my selfe and let me dye Stealing so poorely Gui. I loue thee I haue spoke it How much the quantity the waight as much As I do loue my Father Bel. What How how Arui If it be sinne to say so Sir I yoake mee In my good Brothers fault I know not why I loue this youth and I haue heard you say Loue 's reason 's without reason The Beere at doore And a demand who is' t shall dye I 'ld say My Father not this youth Bel. Oh noble straine O worthinesse of Nature breed of Greatnesse Cowards father Cowards Base things Syre Bace Nature hath Meale and Bran Contempt and Grace I 'me not their Father yet who this should bee Doth myracle it selfe lou'd before mee 'T is the ninth houre o' th' Morne Arui Brother farewell Imo. I wish ye sport Arui You health So please you Sir Imo. These are kinde Creatures Gods what lyes I haue heard Our Courtiers say all 's sauage but at Court Experience oh thou disproou'st Report Th' emperious Seas breeds Monsters for the Dish Poore Tributary Riuers as sweet Fish I am sicke still heart-sicke Pisanio I le now taste of thy Drugge Gui. I could not stirre him He said he was gentle but vnfortunate Dishonestly afflicted but yet honest Arui Thus did he answer me yet said heereafter I might know more Bel. To ' th' Field to ' th' Field Wee 'l leaue you for this time go in and rest Arui Wee 'l not be long away Bel. Pray be not sicke For you must be our Huswife Imo. Well or ill I am bound to you Exit Bel. And shal't be euer This youth how ere distrest appeares he hath had Good Ancestors Arui How Angell-like he sings Gui. But his neate Cookerie Arui He cut our Rootes in Charracters And sawc'st our Brothes as Iuno had bin sicke And he her Dieter Arui Nobly he yoakes A smiling with a sigh as if the sighe Was that it was for not being such a Smile The Smile mocking the Sigh that it would flye From so diuine a Temple to commix With windes that Saylors raile at Gui. I do note That greefe and patience rooted in them both Mingle their spurres together Arui Grow patient And let the stinking-Elder Greefe vntwine His perishing roote with the encreasing Vine Bel. It is great morning Come away Who 's there Enter Cloten Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates that Villaine Hath mock'd me I am faint Bel. Those Runnagates Meanes he not vs I partly know him 't is Cloten the Sonne o' th' Queene I feare some Ambush I saw him not these many yeares and yet I know 't is he We are held as Out-Lawes Hence Gui. He is but one you and my Brother search What Companies are neere pray you away Let me alone with him Clot. Soft what are you That flye me thus Some villaine-Mountainers I haue heard of such What Slaue art thou Gui. A thing More slauish did I ne're then answering A Slaue without a knocke Clot. Thou art a Robber A Law-breaker a Villaine yeeld thee Theefe Gui. To who to thee What art thou Haue not I An arme as bigge as thine A heart as bigge Thy words I grant are bigger for I weare not My Dagger in my mouth Say what thou art Why I should yeeld to thee Clot. Thou Villaine base Know'st me not by my Cloathes Gui. No nor thy Taylor Rascall Who is thy Grandfather He made those cloathes Which as it seemes make thee Clo. Thou precious Varlet My Taylor made them not Gui. Hence then and thanke The man that gaue them thee Thou art some Foole I am loath to beate thee Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe Heare but my name and tremble Gui. What 's thy name Clo. Cloten thou Villaine Gui. Cloten thou double Villaine be thy name I cannot tremble at it were it Toad or Adder Spider 'T would moue me sooner Clot. To thy further feare Nay to thy meere Confusion thou shalt know I am Sonne to ' th' Queene Gui. I am sorry for 't not seeming So worthy as thy Birth Clot. Art not afeard Gui. Those that I reuerence those I feare the Wise At Fooles I laugh not feare them Clot. Dye the death When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand I le follow those that euen now fled hence And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer Fight and Exeunt Enter Belarius and Aruiragus Bel. No Companie 's abroad Arui None in the world you did mistake him sure Bel. I cannot tell Long is it since I saw him But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour Which then he wore the snatches in his voice And burst of speaking were as his I am absolute 'T was very Cloten Arui In this place we left them I wish my Brother make good time with him You say he is so fell Bel. Being scarse made vp I meane to man he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors For defect of iudgement Is oft the cause of Feare Enter Guiderius But see thy Brother Gui. This Cloten was a Foole an empty purse There was no money in 't Not Hercules Could haue knock'd out his Braines for he had none Yet I not doing this the Foole had borne My head as I do his Bel. What hast thou done Gui. I am perfect what cut off one Clotens head Sonne to the Queene after his owne report Who call'd me Traitor Mountaineer and swore With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in
Oh stand vp blest Whil'st with no softer Cushion then the Flint I kneele before thee and vnproperly Shew duty as mistaken all this while Betweene the Childe and Parent Corio What 's this your knees to me To your Corrected Sonne Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach Fillop the Starres Then let the mutinous windes Strike the proud Cedars ' gainst the fiery Sun Murd'ring Impossibility to make What cannot be slight worke Volum Thou art my Warriour I hope to frame thee Do you know this Lady Corio The Noble Sister of Publicola The Moone of Rome Chaste as the Isicle That 's curdied by the Frost from purest Snow And hangs on Dians Temple Deere Valeria Volum This is a poore Epitome of yours Which by th' interpretation of full time May shew like all your selfe Corio The God of Souldiers With the consent of supreame Ioue informe Thy thoughts with Noblenesse that thou mayst proue To shame vnvulnerable and sticke i' th Warres Like a great Sea-marke standing euery flaw And sauing those that eye thee Volum. Your knee Sirrah Corio That 's my braue Boy Volum Euen he your wife this Ladie and my selfe Are Sutors to you Corio I beseech you peace Or if you 'ld aske remember this before The thing I haue forsworne to graunt may neuer Be held by you denials Do not bid me Dismisse my Soldiers or capitulate Againe with Romes Mechanickes Tell me not Wherein I seeme vnnaturall Desire not t' allay My Rages and Reuenges with your colder reasons Volum Oh no more no more You haue said you will not grant vs any thing For we haue nothing else to aske but that Which you deny already yet we will aske That if you faile in our request the blame May hang vpon your hardnesse therefore heare vs. Corio Auffidius and you Volces marke for wee 'l Heare nought from Rome in priuate Your request Volum Should we be silent not speak our Raiment And state of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led since thy Exile Thinke with thy selfe How more vnfortunate then all liuing women Are we come hither since that thy sight which should Make our eies flow with ioy harts dance with comforts Constraines them weepe and shake with feare sorow Making the Mother wife and Childe to see The Sonne the Husband and the Father tearing His Countries Bowels out and to poore we Thine enmities most capitall Thou barr'st vs Our prayers to the Gods which is a comfort That all but we enioy For how can we Alas how can we for our Country pray Whereto we are bound together with thy victory Whereto we are bound Alacke or we must loose The Countrie our deere Nurse or else thy person Our comfort in the Country We must finde An euident Calamity though we had Our wish which side should win For either thou Must as a Forraine Recreant be led With Manacles through our streets or else Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine And beare the Palme for hauing brauely shed Thy Wife and Childrens blood For my selfe Sonne I purpose not to waite on Fortune till These warres determine If I cannot perswade thee Rather to shew a Noble grace to both parts Then seeke the end of one thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy Country then to treade Trust too 't thou shalt not on thy Mothers wombe That brought thee to this world Virg. I and mine that brought you forth this boy To keepe your name liuing to time Boy A shall not tread on me I le run away Till I am bigger but then I le sight Corio Not of a womans tendernesse to be Requires nor Childe nor womans face to see I haue sate too long Volum Nay go not from vs thus If it were so that our request did tend To saue the Romanes thereby to destroy The Volces whom you serue you might condemne vs As poysonous of your Honour No our suite Is that you reconcile them While the Volces May say this mercy we haue shew'd the Romanes This we receiu'd and each in either side Giue the All-haile to thee and cry be Blest For making vp this peace Thou know'st great Sonne The end of Warres vncertaine but this certaine That if thou conquer Rome the benefit Which thou shalt thereby reape is such a name Whose repetition will be dogg'd with Curses Whose Chronicle thus writ The man was Noble But with his last Attempt he wip'd it out Destroy'd his Country and his name remaines To th' insuing Age abhorr'd Speake to me Son Thou hast affected the fiue straines of Honor To imitate the graces of the Gods To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a' th' Ayre And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult That should but riue an Oake Why do'st not speake Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman Still to remember wrongs Daughter speake you He cares not for your weeping Speake thou Boy Perhaps thy childishnesse will moue him more Then can our Reasons There 's no man in the world More bound to 's Mother yet heere he let 's me prate Like one i' th' Stockes Thou hast neuer in thy life Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtesie When she poore Hen fond of no second brood Ha's clock'd thee to the Warres and safelie home Loden with Honor. Say my Request 's vniust And spurne me backe But if it be not so Thou art not honest and the Gods will plague thee That thou restrain'st from me the Duty which To a Mothers part belongs He turnes away Down Ladies let vs shame him with him with our knees To his sur-name Coriolanus longs more pride Then pitty to our Prayers Downe an end This is the last So we will home to Rome And dye among our Neighbours Nay behold's This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue But kneeles and holds vp hands for fellowship Doe's reason our Petition with more strength Then thou hast to deny 't Come let vs go This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother His Wife is in Corioles and his Childe Like him by chance yet giue vs our dispatch I am husht vntill our City be afire then I le speak a litle Holds her by the hand silent Corio O Mother Mother What haue you done Behold the Heauens do ope The Gods looke downe and this vnnaturall Scene They laugh at Oh my Mother Mother Oh! You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome But for your Sonne beleeue it Oh beleeue it Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd If not most mortall to him But let it come Auffidius though I cannot make true Warres I le frame conuenient peace Now good Auffidius Were you in my steed would you haue heard A Mother lesse or granted lesse Auffidius Auf. I was mou'd withall Corio I dare be sworne you were And sir it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion But good sir What peace you 'l make aduise me For my part I le not to Rome I le backe with you and pray you Stand to me in
this cause Oh Mother Wife Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy thy Honor At difference in thee Out of that I le worke My selfe a former Fortune Corio I by and by But we will drinke together And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words which we On like conditions will haue Counter-seal'd Come enter with vs Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you All the Swords In Italy and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace Exeunt Enter Menenius and Sicinius Mene. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol you â corner stone Sicin Why what of that Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger there is some hope the Ladies of Rome especially his Mother may preuaile with him But I say there is no hope in 't our throats are sentenc'd and stay vppon execution Sicin Is' t possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man Mene. There is differency between a Grub a Butterfly yet your Butterfly was a Grub this Martius is growne from Man to Dragon He has wings hee 's more then a creeping thing Sicin He lou'd his Mother deerely Mene. So did he mee and he no more remembers his Mother now then an eight yeare old horse The rarenesse of his face sowres ripe Grapes When he walks he moues like an Engine and the ground shrinkes before his Treading He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye Talkes like a knell and his hum is a Battery He sits in his State as a thing made for Alexander What he bids bee done is finisht with his bidding He wants nothing of a God but Eternity and a Heauen to Throne in Sicin Yes mercy if you report him truly Mene. I paint him in the Character Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him then there is milke in a male-Tyger that shall our poore City finde and all this is long of you Sicin The Gods be good vnto vs. Mene. No in such a case the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we banish'd him we respected not them and he returning to breake our necks they respect not vs. Enter a Messenger Mes Sir if you 'ld saue your life flye to your House The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune And hale him vp and downe all swearing if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They 'l giue him death by Inches Enter another Messenger Sicin What 's the Newes Mess Good Newes good newes the Ladies haue preuayl'd The Volcians are dislodg'd and Martius gone A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome No not th' expulsion of the Tarquins Sicin Friend art thou certaine this is true Is' t most certaine Mes As certaine as I know the Sun is fire Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide As the recomforted through th' gates Why harke you Trumpets Hoboyes Drums beate altogether The Trumpets Sack-buts Psalteries and Fifes Tabors and Symboles and the showting Romans Make the Sunne dance Hearke you A shout within Mene. This is good Newes I will go meete the Ladies This Volumnia Is worth of Consuls Senators Patricians A City full Of Tribunes such as you A Sea and Land full you haue pray'd well to day This Morning for ten thousand of your throates I 'de not haue giuen a doit Harke how they ioy Sound still with the Shouts Sicin First the Gods blesse you for your tydings Next accept my thankefulnesse Mess Sir we haue all great cause to giue great thanks Sicin They are neere the City Mes Almost at point to enter Sicin Wee 'l meet them and helpe the ioy Exeunt Enter two Senators with Ladies passing ouer the Stage with other Lords Sena Behold our Patronnesse the life of Rome Call all your Tribes together praise the Gods And make triumphant fires strew Flowers before them Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius Repeale him with the welcome of his Mother Cry welcome Ladies welcome All. Welcome Ladies welcome A Flourish with Drummes Trumpets Enter Tullus Auffidius with Attendants Auf. Go tell the Lords a' th' City I am heere Deliuer them this Paper hauing read it Bid them repayre to th' Market place where I Euen in theirs and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it Him I accuse The City Ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appeare before the People hoping To purge himselfe with words Dispatch Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction Most Welcome 1. Con. How is it with our Generall Auf. Euen so as with a man by his owne Almes impoyson'd and with his Charity slaine 2. Con. Most Noble Sir If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties Wee 'l deliuer you Of your great danger Auf. Sir I cannot tell We must proceed as we do finde the People 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine whil'st 'Twixt you there 's difference but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all Auf. I know it And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction I rais'd him and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth who being so heighten'd He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery Seducing so my Friends and to this end He bow'd his Nature neuer knowne before But to be rough vnswayable and free 3. Consp Sir his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull which he lost By lacke of stooping Auf. That I would haue spoke of Being banish'd for 't he came vnto my Harth Presented to my knife his Throat I tooke him Made him ioynt-seruant with me Gaue him way In all his owne desires Nay let him choose Out of my Files his proiects to accomplish My best and freshest men seru'd his designements In mine owne person holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his and tooke some pride To do my selfe this wrong Till at the last I seem'd his Follower not Partner and He wadg'd me with his Countenance as if I had bin Mercenary 1. Con. So he did my Lord The Army marueyl'd at it and in the last When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile then Glory Auf. There was it For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him At a few drops of Womens rhewme which are As cheape as Lies he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action therefore shall he dye And I le renew me in his fall But hearke Drummes and Trumpets sounds with great showts of the people 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste And had no welcomes home but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse 2. Con. And patient Fooles Whose children he hath slaine their base throats teare With giuing him glory 3. Con. Therefore at your vantage Ere he expresse himselfe or moue the people With what he would say let him feele your Sword Which we will second when he lies along After
night looke that thou lie alone Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber Take thou this Violl being then in bed And this distilling liquor drinke thou off When presently through all thy veines shall run A cold and drowsie humour for no pulse Shall keepe his natiue progresse but surcease No warmth no breath shall testifie thou liuest The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade To many ashes the eyes windowes fall Like death when he shut vp the day of life Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment Shall stiffe and starke and cold appeare like death And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death Thou shalt continue two and forty houres And then awake as from a pleasant sleepe Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes To rowse thee from thy bed there art thou dead Then as the manner of our country is In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie In the meane time against thou shalt awake Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift And hither shall he come and that very night Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua And this shall free thee from this present shame If no inconstant toy nor womanish feare Abate thy valour in the acting it Iul. Giue me giue me O tell not me ofcare Fri. Hold get you gone be strong and prosperous In this resolue I le send a Frier with speed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. Iu. Loue giue me strength And strength shall helpe afford Farewell deare father Exit Enter Father Capulet Mother Nurse and Seruing men two or three Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ Sirrah go hire me twenty cunning Cookes Ser. You shall haue none ill sir for I le trie if they can licke their fingers Cap. How canst thou trie them so Ser. Marrie sir 't is an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne fingers therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me Cap. Go be gone we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence Nur. I forsooth Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her A peeuish selfe-wild harlotry it is Enter Iuliet Nur. See where she comes from shrift With merrie looke Cap. How now my headstrong Where haue you bin gadding Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon pardon I beseech you Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you Cap. Send for the Countie goe tell him of this I le haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell And gaue him what becomed Loue I might Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie Cap. Why I am glad on 't this is well stand vp This is as 't should be let me see the County I marrie go I say and fetch him hither Now afore God this reueren'd holy Frier All our whole Cittie is much bound to him Iul. Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow Mo. No not till Thursday there 's time inough Fa. Go Nurse go with her Wee le to Church to morrow Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse Mo. We shall be short in our prouision 'T is now neere night Fa. Tush I will stirre about And all things shall be well I warrant thee wife Go thou to Iuliet helpe to deckevp her I le not to bed to night let me alone I le play the huswife for this once What ho They are all forth well I will walke my selfe To Countie Paris to prepare him vp Against to morrow my heart is wondrous light Since this same way-ward Gyrle is so reclaim'd Exeunt Father and Mother Enter Iuliet and Nurse Iul. I those attires are best but gentle Nurse I pray thee leaue me to my selfe to night For I haue need of many Orysons To moue the heauens to smile vpon my state Which well thou know'st is crosse and full of sin Enter Mother Mo. What are you busie ho need you my help Iul. No Madam we haue cul'd such necessaries As are behoouefull for our state to morrow So please you let me now be left alone And let the Nurse this night sit vp with you For I am sure you haue your hands full all In this so sudden businesse Mo. Goodnight Get thee to bed and rest for thou hast need Exeunt Iul. Farewell God knowes when we shall meete againe I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines That almost freezes vp the heate of fire I le call them backe againe to comfort me Nurse what should she do here My dismall Sceane I needs must act alone Come Viall what if this mixture do not worke at all Shall I be married then to morrow morning No no this shall forbid it Lie thou there What if it be a poyson which the Frier Subtilly hath ministred to haue me dead Least in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Because he married me before to Romeo I feare it is and yet me thinkes it should not For he hath still beene tried a holy man How if when I am laid into the Tombe I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeeme me There 's a fearefull point Shall I not then be stifled in the Vault To whose foule mouth no health some ayre breaths in And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes Or if I liue is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night Together with the terror of the place As in a Vaulte an ancient receptacle Where for these many hundred yeeres the bones Of all my buried Auncestors are packt Where bloody Tybalt yet but greene in earth Lies festring in his shrow'd where as they say At some houres in the night Spirits resort Alacke alacke is it not like that I So early waking what with loathsome smels And shrikes like Mandrakes torne out of the earth That liuing mortalls hearing them run mad O if I walke shall I not be distraught Inuironed with all these hidious feares And madly play with my forefathers ioynts And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his shrow'd And in this rage with some great kinsmans bone As with a club dash out my desperate braines O looke me thinks I see my Cozins Ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Vpon my Rapiers point stay Tybalt stay Romeo Romeo Romeo here 's drinke I drinke to thee Enter Lady of the house and Nurse Lady Hold Take these keies and fetch more spices Nurse Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie Enter old Capulet Cap. Come stir stir stir The second Cocke hath Crow'd The Curphew Bell hath rung 't is three a clocke Looke to the bakte meates good Angelica Spare not
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâe Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
disposing of new Dignities Bru. Onely be patient till we haue appeas'd The Multitude beside themselues with feare And then we will deliuer you the cause Why I that did loue Caesar when I strooke him Haue thus proceeded Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome Let each man render me his bloody hand Fârst Marcus Brutus will I shake with you Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand Now Decius Brutus yours now yours Metellus Yours Cinna and my valiant Caska yours Though last not least in loue yours good Trebonius Gentlemen all Alas what shall I say My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me Either a Coward or a Flatterer That I did loue thee Caesar O 't is true If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death To see thy Antony making his peace Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes Most Noble in the presence of thy Coarse Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood It would become me better then to close In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies Pardon me Iulius heere was 't thou bay'd braue Hart Heere did'st thou fall and heere thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoyle and Crimson'd in thy Lethee O World thou wast the Forrest to this Hart And this indeed O World the Hart of thee How like a Deere stroken by many Princes Dost thou heere lye Cassi Mark Antony Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius The Enemies of Caesar shall say this Then in a Friend it is cold Modestie Cassi I blame you not for praising Caesar so But what compact meane you to haue with vs Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends Or shall we on and not depend on you Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands but was indeed Sway'd from the point by looking downe on Caesar Friends am I with you all and loue you all Vpon this hope that you shall giue me Reasons Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous Bru. Or else were this a sauage Spectacle Our Reasons are so full of good regard That were you Antony the Sonne of Caesar You should be satisfied Ant. That 's all I seeke And am moreouer sutor that I may Produce his body to the Market-place And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend Speake in the Order of his Funerall Bru. You shall Marke Antony Cassi Brutus a word with you You know not what you do Do not consent That Antony speake in his Funerall Know you how much the people may be mou'd By that which he will vtter Bru. By your pardon I will my selfe into the Pulpit first And shew the reason of our Caesars death What Antony shall speake I will protest He speakes by leaue and by permission And that we are contented Caesar shall Haue all true Rites and lawfull Ceremonies It shall aduantage more then do vs wrong Cassi I know not what may fall I like it not Bru. Mark Antony heere take you Caesars body You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs But speake all good you can deuise of Caesar And say you doo 't by our permission Else shall you not haue any hand at all About his Funerall And you shall speake In the same Pulpit whereto I am going After my speech is ended Ant. Be it so I do desire no more Bru. Prepare the body then and follow vs. Exeunt Manet Antony O pardon me thou bleeding peece of Earth That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man That euer liued in the Tide of Times Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood Ouer thy wounds now do I Prophesie Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men Domesticke Fury and fierce Ciuill strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy Blood and destruction shall be so in vse And dreadfull Obiects so familiar That Mothers shall but smile when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds And Caesars Spirit ranging for Reuenge With Ate by his side come hot from Hell Shall in these Confines with a Monarkes voyce Cry hauocke and let slip the Dogges of Warre That this foule deede shall smell aboue the earth With Carrion men groaning for Buriall Enter Octauio's Seruant You serue Octauius Caesar do you not Ser. I do Marke Antony Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome Ser. He did receiue his Letters and is comming And bid me say to you by word of mouth O Caesar Ant. Thy heart is bigge get thee a-part and weepe Passion I see is catching from mine eyes Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine Began to water Is thy Master comming Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome Ant. Post backe with speede And tell him what hath chanc'd Heere is a mourning Rome a dangerous Rome No Rome of safety for Octauius yet Hie hence and tell him so Yet stay a-while Thou shalt not backe till I haue borne this course Into the Market place There shall I try In my Oration how the People take The cruell issue of these bloody men According to the which thou shalt discourse To yong Octauius of the state of things Lend me your hand Exeunt Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit and Cassius with the Plebeians Ple. We will be satisfied let vs be satisfied Bru. Then follow me and giue me Audience friends Cassius go you into the other streete And part the Numbers Those that will heare me speake let 'em stay heere Those that will follow Cassius go with him And publike Reasons shall be rendred Of Caesars death 1. Ple. I will heare Brutus speake 2. I will heare Cassius and compare their Reasons When seuerally we heare them rendred 3. The Noble Brutus is ascended Silence Bru. Be patient till the last Romans Countrey-men and Louers heare mee for my cause and be silent that you may heare Beleeue me for mine Honor and haue respect to mine Honor that you may beleeue Censure me in your Wisedom and awake your Senses that you may the better Iudge If there bee any in this Assembly any deere Friend of Caesars to him I say that Brutus loue to Caesar was no lesse then his If then that Friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar this is my answer Not that I lou'd Caesar lesse but that I lou'd Rome more Had you rather Caesar were liuing and dye all Slaues then that Caesar were dead to liue all Free-men As Caesar lou'd mee I weepe for him as he was Fortunate I reioyce at it as he was Valiant I honour him But as he was Ambitious I slew him There is Teares for his Loue Ioy for his Fortune Honor for his Valour and Death for his Ambition Who is heere so base that would be a Bondman If any speak
finde him not there seeke him i' th other place your selfe but indeed if you finde him not this moneth you shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby King Go seeke him there Ham. He will stay till ye come K. Hamlet this deed of thine for thine especial safety Which we do tender as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse Therefore prepare thy selfe The Barke is readie and the winde at helpe Th' Associates tend and euery thing at bent For England Ham. For England King I Hamlet Ham. Good King So is it if thou knew'st our purposes Ham. I see a Cherube that see 's him but come for England Farewell deere Mother King Thy louing Father Hamlet Hamlet My Mother Father and Mother is man and wife man wife is one flesh and so my mother Come for England Exit King Follow him at foote Tempt him with speed aboord Delay it not I le haue him hence to night Away for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th' Affaire pray you make haft And England if my loue thou holdst at ought As my great power thereof may giue thee sense Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword and thy free awe Payes homage to vs thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet Do it England For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages And thou must cure me Till I know 't is done How ere my happes my ioyes were ne're begun Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie For. Go Captaine from me greet the Danish King Tell him that by his license Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome You know the Rendeuous If that his Maiesty would ought with vs We shall expresse our dutie in his eye And let him know so Cap. I will doo 't my Lord. For. Go safely on Exit Enter Queene and Horatio Qu. I will not speake with her Hor. She is importunate indeed distract her moode will needs be pittied Qu. What would she haue Hor. She speakes much of her Father saies she heares There 's trickes i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurnes enuiously at Strawes speakes things in doubt That carry but halfe sense Her speech is nothing Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection they ayme at it And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts Which as her winkes and nods and gestures yeeld them Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought Though nothing sure yet much vnhappily Qu. 'T were good she were spoken with For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds Let her come in To my sicke soule as sinnes true Nature is Each toy seemes Prologue to some great amisse So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt It spill's it selfe in fearing to be spilt Enter Ophelia distracted Ophe Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one By his Cockle hat and staffe and his Sandal shoone Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this Song Ophe. Say you Nay pray you marke He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse-greene Turfe at his heeles a stone Enter King Qu. Nay but Ophelia Ophe. Pray you marke White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow Qu. Alas looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers Which bewept to the graue did not go With true-loue showres King How do ye pretty Lady Ophe. Well God dil'd you They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter Lord wee know what we are but know not what we may be God be at your Table King Conceit vpon her Father Ophe. Pray you let 's haue no words of this but when they aske you what it meanes say you this Tomorrow is S. Valentines day all in the morning betime And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine Then vp he rose don'd his clothes dupt the chamber dore Let in the Maid that out a Maid neuer departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la without an oath I le make an end out By gis and by S. Charity Alacke and sie for shame Yong men wil doo 't if they come too 't By Cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promis'd me to Wed So would I ha done by yonder Sunne And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she bin this Ophe. I hope all will be well We must bee patient but I cannot choose but weepe to thinke they should lay him i' th' cold ground My brother shall knowe of it and so I thanke you for your good counsell Come my Coach Goodnight Ladies Goodnight sweet Ladies Goodnight goodnight Exit King Follow her close Giue her good watch I pray you Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe it springs All from her Fathers death Oh Gertrude Gertrude When sorrowes comes they come not single spies But in Battaliaes First her Father slaine Next your Sonne gone and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue the people muddied Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe and her faire Iudgement Without the which we are Pictures or meere Beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her Brother is in secret come from France Keepes on his wonder keepes himselfe in clouds And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death Where in necessitie of matter Beggard Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare O my deere Gertrude this Like to a murdering Peece in many places Giues me superfluous death A Noise within Enter a Messenger Qu. Alacke what noyse is this King Where are my Switzers Let them guard the doore What is the matter Mes Saue your selfe my Lord. The Ocean ouer-peering of his List Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes in a Riotous head Ore-beares your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot Custome not knowne The Ratifiers and props of euery word They cry choose we Laertes shall be King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Laertes King Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges Noise within Enter Laertes King The doores are broke Laer. Where is the King sirs Stand you all without All. No let 's come in Laer. I pray you giue me leaue Al. We will we will Laer. I thanke you Keepe the doore Oh thou vilde King giue me my Father Qu. Calmely good Laertes Laer. That drop of blood that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard Cries Cuckold to
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