heare her speake away with her Laui Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demet. Listen faire Madam let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine Laui When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam O doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty Chiro What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Laui 'T is true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heard Oh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pitty did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull Tamo I know not what it meanes away with her Lauin Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe eares Tamo Had'st thou in person nere offended me Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of me Laui Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 't is not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slaine when Bassianus dy'd Tam. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go Laui 'T is present death I beg and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long Lauinia No Garace No womanhood Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall Chi. Nay then I le stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him Tam. Farewell my Sonnes see that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure Exit Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes Aron Come on my Lords the better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes Marti And mine I promise you were it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quin. What art thou fallen What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother Exit Aaron Marti Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see Marti To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death Quintus Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise Oh tell me how it is for nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what Marti Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detested darke blood-drinking pit Quin. If it be darke how doost thou know 't is he Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ring that lightens all the Hole Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand If feare hath made thee faint as mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quin. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloft or I below Thou can'st not come to me I come to thee Boths fall in Enter the Emperour Aaron the Moore Satur. Along with me I le see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately did it descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Marti The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Satur. My brother dead I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'T is not an houre since I left him there Marti We know not where you left him all aliue But out alas heere haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamo Where is my Lord the King King Heere Tamora though grieu'd with killing griefe Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie She giueth Saturnine a Letter Saturninus reads the Letter And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsman Bassianus 't is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke sirs if you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere Aron My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
desires I am friend to them and you Vpon which Errand I now goe toward him therefore follow me And marke what way I make Come good my Lord. Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Autolicus and a Gentleman Aut. Beseech you Sir were you present at this Relation Gent. 1. I was by at the opening of the Farthell heard the old Shepheard deliuer the manner how he found it Whereupon after a little amazednesse we were all commanded out of the Chamber onely this me thought I heard the Shepheard say he found the Child Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it Gent. 1. I make a broken deliuerie of the Businesse but the changes I perceiued in the King and Camillo were very Notes of admiration they seem'd almost with staring on one another to teare the Cases of their Eyes There was speech in their dumbnesse Language in their very gesture they look'd as they had heard of a World â—ansom'd or one destroyed a notable passion of Wonder appeared in them but the wisest beholder that knew no more but seeing could not say if th' importance were Iâ—y or Sorrow but in the extremitie of the one it must needs be Enter another Gentleman Here comes a Gentleman that happily knowes more The Newes Rogero Gent. 2. Nothing but Bon-fires the Oracle is fulfill'd the Kings Daughter is found such a deale of wonder is broken out within this houre that Ballad-makers cannot be able to expresse it Enter another Gentleman Here comes the Lady Paulina's Steward hee can deliuer you more How goes it now Sir This Newes which is call'd true is so like an old Tale that the veritie of it is in strong suspition Ha's the King found his Heire Gent. 3. Most true if euer Truth were pregnant by Circumstance That which you heare you 'le sweare you see there is such vnitie in the proofes The Mantle of Queene Hermiones her Iewell about the Neck of it the Letters of Antigonus found with it which they know to be his Character the Maiestie of the Creature in resemblance of the Mother the Affection of Noblenesse which Nature shewes aboue her Breeding and many other Euidences proclayme her with all certaintie to be the Kings Daughter Did you see the meeting of the two Kings Gent. 2. No. Gent. 3. Then haue you lost a Sight which was to bee seene cannot bee spoken of There might you haue beheld one Ioy crowne another so and in such manner that it seem'd Sorrow wept to take leaue of them for their Ioy waded in teares There was casting vp of Eyes holding vp of Hands with Countenance of such distraction that they were to be knowne by Garment not by Fauor Our King being ready to leape out of himselfe for ioy of his found Daughter as if that Ioy were now become a Losse cryes Oh thy Mother thy Mother then askes Bohemia forgiuenesse then embraces his Sonne-in-Law then againe worryes he his Daughter with clipping her Now he thanks the old Shepheard which stands by like a Weather-bitten Conduit of many Kings Reignes I neuer heard of such another Encounter which lames Report to follow it and vndo's description to doe it Gent. 2. What 'pray you became of Antigonus that carryed hence the Child Gent. 3. Like an old Tale still which will haue matter to rehearse though Credit be asleepe and not an eare open he was torne to pieces with a Beare This auouches the Shepheards Sonne who ha's not onely his Innocence which seemes much to iustifie him but a Hand-kerchief and Rings of his that Paulina knowes Gent. 1. What became of his Barke and his Followers Gent. 3. Wrackt the same instant of their Masters death and in the view of the Shepheard so that all the Instruments which ayded to expose the Child were euen then loft when it was found But oh the Noble Combat that 'twixt Ioy and Sorrow was fought in Paulina Shee had one Eye declin'd for the losse of her Husband another eleuated that the Oracle was fulfill'd Shee lifted the Princesse from the Earth and so locks her in embracing as if shee would pin her to her heart that shee might no more be in danger of loosing Gent. 1. The Dignitie of this Act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes for by such was it acted Gent. 3. One of the prettyest touches of all and that which angl'd for mine Eyes caught the Water though not the Fish was when at the Relation of the Queenes death with the manner how shee came to 't brauely confess'd and lamented by the King how attentiuenesse wounded his Daughter till from one signe of dolour to another shee did with an Alas I would faine say bleed Teares for I am sure my heart wept blood Who was most Marble there changed colour some swownded all sorrowed if all the World could haue seen 't the Woe had beene vniuersall Gent. 1. Are they returned to the Court Gent. 3. No The Princesse hearing of her Mothers Statue which is in the keeping of Paulina a Peece many yeeres in doing and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian Master Iulio Romaeno who had he himselfe Eternitie and could put Breath into his Worke would beguile Nature of her Custome so perfectly he is her Ape He so neere to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speake to her and stand in hope of answer Thither with all greedinesse of affection are they gone and there they intend to Sup. Gent. 2. I thought she had some great matter there in hand for shee hath priuately twice or thrice a day euer since the death of Hermione visited that remoued House Shall wee thither and with our companie peece the Reioycing Gent. 1. Who would be thence that ha's the benefit of Accesse euery winke of an Eye some new Grace will be borne our Absence makes vs vnthriftie to our Knowledge Let 's along Exit Aut. Now had I not the dash of my former life in me would Preferment drop on my head I brought the old man and his Sonne aboord the Prince told him I heard them talke of a Farthell and I know not what but he at that time ouer-fond of the Shepheards Daughter so he then tooke her to be who began to be much Sea-sick and himselfe little better extremitie of Weather continuing this Mysterie remained vndiscouer'd But 't is all one to me for had I beene the finder-out of this Secret it would not haue rellish'd among my other discredits Enter Shepheard and Clowne Here come those I haue done good to against my will and alreadie appearing in the blossomes of their Fortune Shep. Come Boy I am past moe Children but thy Sonnes and Daughters will be all Gentlemen borne Clow. You are well met Sir you deny'd to fight with mee this other day because I was no Gentleman borne See you these Clothes say you see them not and thinke me still no Gentleman borne You were best say these Robes are not Gentlemen borne Giue me the Lye doe and try whether I
a sterne looke but a gentle heart Let him come backe that his compassion may Giue life to yours Hub. Come Boy prepare your selfe Art Is there no remedie Hub. None but to lose your eyes Art O heauen that there were but a moth in yours A graine a dust a gnat a wandering haire Any annoyance in that precious sense Then feeling what small things are boysterous there Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible Hub. Is this your promise Go too hold your toong Art Hubert the vtterance of a brace of tongues Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes Let me not hold my tongue let me not Hubert Or Hubert if you will cut out my tongue So I may keepe mine eyes O spare mine eyes Though to no vse but still to looke on you Loe by my troth the Instrument is cold And would not harme me Hub. I can heate it Boy Art No in good sooth the fire is dead with griefe Being create for comfort to be vs'd In vndeserued extreames See else your selfe There is no malice in this burning cole The breath of heauen hath blowne his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy Art And if you do you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings Hubert Nay it perchance will sparkle in your eyes And like a dogge that is compell'd to fight Snatch at his Master that doth carre him on All things that you should vse to do me wrong Deny their office onely you do lacke That mercie which fierce fire and Iron extends Creatures of note for mercy lacking vses Hub. Well see to liue I will not touch thine eye For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes Yet am I sworne and I did purpose Boy With this same very Iron to burne them out Art O now you looke like Hubert All this while You were disguis'd Hub. Peace no more Adieu Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead I le fill these dogged Spies with false reports And pretty childe sleepe doubtlesse and secure That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee Art O heauen I thanke you Hubert Hub. Silence no more go closely in with mee Much danger do I vndergo for thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Iohn Pembroke Salisbury and other Lordes Iohn Heere once againe we sit once against crown'd And look'd vpon I hope with chearefull eyes Pem. This once again but that your Highnes pleas'd Was once superfluous you were Crown'd before And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off The faiths of men nere stained with reuolt Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change or better State Sal. Therefore to be possess'd with double pompe To guard a Title that was rich before To gilde refined Gold to paint the Lilly To throw a perfume on the Violet To smooth the yee or adde another hew Vnto the Raine-bow or with Taper-Light To seeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garnish Is wastefull and ridiculous excesse Pem. But that your Royall pleasure must be done This acte is as an ancient tale new told And in the last repeating troublesome Being vrged at a time vnseasonable Sal. In this the Anticke and well noted face Of plaine old forme is much disfigured And like a shifted winde vnto a saile It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about Startles and frights consideration Makes sound opinion sicke and truth suspected For putting on so new a fashion'd robe Pem. When Workemen striue to do better then wel They do confound their skill in couetousnesse And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by th' excuse As patches set vpon a little breach Discredite more in hiding of the fault Then did the fault before it was so patch'd Sal. To this effect before you were new crown'd We breath'd our Councell but it pleas'd your Highnes To ouer-beare it and we are all well pleas'd Since all and euery part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your Highnesse will Ioh. Some reasons of this double Corronation I haue possest you with and thinke them strong And more more strong then lesser is my feare I shall indue you with Meane time but aske What you would haue reform'd that is not well And well shall you perceiue how willingly I will both heare and grant you your requests Pem. Then I as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts Both for my selfe and them but chiefe of all Your safety for the which my selfe and them Bend their best studies heartily request Th' infranchisement of Arthur whose restraint Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent To breake into this dangerous argument If what in rest you haue in right you hold Why then your feares which as they say attend The steppes of wrong should moue you to mew vp Your tender kinsman and to choake his dayes With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth The rich aduantage of good exercise That the times enemies may not haue this To grace occasions let it be our suite That you haue bid vs aske his libertie Which for our goods we do no further aske Then whereupon our weale on you depending Counts it your weale he haue his liberty Enter Hubert Iohn Let it be so I do commit his youth To your direction Hubert what newes with you Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye that close aspect of his Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest And I do fearefully beleeue 't is done What we so fear'd he had a charge to do Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go Betweene his purpose and his conscience Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set His passion is so ripe it needs must breake Pem. And when it breakes I feare will issue thence The foule corruption of a sweet childes death Iohn We cannot hold mortalities strong hand Good Lords although my will to giue is liuing The suite which you demand is gone and dead He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sicknesse was past cure Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was Before the childe himselfe felt he was sicke This must be answer'd either heere or hence Ioh. Why do you bend such solemne browes on me Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny Haue I commandement on the pulse of life Sal. It is apparant foule-play and 't is shame That Greatnesse should so grossely offer it So thriue it in your game and so farewell Pem. Stay yet Lord Salisbury I le go with thee And finde th' inheritance of this poore childe His little kingdome of a forced graue That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this I le Three foot of it doth hold bad world the while This must not be thus
did beget her all the Parish knowes Her Mother liueth yet can testifie She was the first fruite of my Bach'ler-ship War Gracelesse wilt thou deny thy Parentage Yorke This argues what her kinde of life hath beene Wicked and vile and so her death concludes Shep. Fye Ione that thou wilt be so obstacle God knowes thou art a collop of my flesh And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare Deny me not I prythee gentle Ione Pucell Pezant auant You haue suborn'd this man Of purpose to obscure my Noble birth Shep. 'T is true I gaue a Noble to the Priest The morne that I was wedded to her mother Kneele downe and take my blessing good my Gyrle Wilt thou not stoope Now cursed be the time Of thy natiuitie I would the Milke Thy mother gaue thee when thou suck'st her brest Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy sake Or else when thou didst keepe my Lambes a-field I wish some rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee Doest thou deny thy Father cursed Drab O burne her burne her hanging is too good Exit Yorke Take her away for she hath liu'd too long To fill the world with vicious qualities Puc First let me tell you whom you haue condemn'd Not me begotten of a Shepheard Swaine But issued from the Progeny of Kings Vertuous and Holy chosen from aboue By inspiration of Celestiall Grace To worke exceeding myracles on earth I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits But you that are polluted with your lustes Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices Because you want the grace that others haue You iudge it straight a thing impossible To compasse Wonders but by helpe of diuels No misconceyued Ione of Aire hath beene A Virgin from her tender infancie Chaste and immaculate in very thought Whose Maiden-blood thus rigorously effus'd Will cry for Vengeance at the Gates of Heauen Yorke I I away with her to execution War And hearke ye sirs because she is a Maide Spare for no Faggots let there be enow Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake That so her torture may be shortned Puc Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts Then Ione discouet thine infirmity That wartanteth by Law to be thy priuiledge I am with childe ye bloody Homicides Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe Although ye hale me to a violent death Yor. Now heauen forfend the holy Maid with child War The greatest miracle that ere ye wrought Is all your strict precisenesse come to this Yorke She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling I did imagine what would be her refuge War Well go too we 'll haue no Bastards liue Especially since Charles must Father it Puc You are deceyu'd my childe is none of his It was Alanson that inioy'd my loue Yorke Alanson that notorious Macheuile It dyes and if it had a thousand liues Puc Oh giue me leaue I haue deluded you 'T was neyther Charles nor yet the Duke I nam'd But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd War A married man that 's most intollerable Yor. Why here 's a Gyrle I think she knowes not wel There were so many whom she may accuse War It 's signe she hath beene liberall and free Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure Strumpet thy words condemne thy Braâ— and thee Vse no intreaty for it is in vaine Pu. Then lead me hence with whom I leaue my curse May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames Vpon the Countrey where you make abode But darknesse and the gloomy shade of death Inuiron you till Mischeefe and Dispaire Driue you to break your necks or hang your selues Exit Enter Cardinall Yorke Breake thou in peeces and consume to ashes Thou fowle accursed minister of Hell Car. Lord Regent I do greete your Excellence With Letters of Commission from the King For know my Lords the States of Christendome Mou'd with remorse of these out-ragious broyles Haue earnestly implor'd a generall peace Betwixt our Nation and the aspyring French And heere at hand the Dolphin and his Traine Approacheth to conferre about some matter Yorke Is all our trauell turn'd to this effect After the slaughter of so many Peeres So many Captaines Gentlemen and Soldiers That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes By Treason Falshood and by Treacherie Our great Progenitors had conquered Oh Warwicke Warwicke I foresee with greefe The vtter losse of all the Realme of France War Be patient Yorke if we conclude a Peace It shall be with such strict and seuere Couenants As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby Enter Charles Alanson Bastard Reignier Char. Since Lords of England it is thus agreed That peacefull truce shall be proclaim'd in France We come to be informed by your selues What the conditions of that league must be Yorke Speake Winchester for boyling choller chokes The hollow passage of my poyson'd voyce By sight of these our balefull enemies Win. Charles and the rest it is enacted thus That in regard King Henry giues consent Of meere compassion and of lenity To ease your Countrie of distressefull Warre And suffer you to breath in fruitfull peace You shall become true Liegemen to his Crowne And Charles vpon condition thou wilt sweare To pay him tribute and submit thy selfe Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy vnder him And still enioy thy Regall dignity Alan Must he be then as shadow of himselfe Adorne his Temples with a Coronet And yet in substance and authority Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man This proffer is absurd and reasonlesse Char. 'T is knowne already that I am possest With more then halfe the Gallian Territories And therein reuerenc'd for their lawfull King Shall I for lucre of the rest vn-vanquisht Detract so much from that prerogatiue As to be call'd but Viceroy of the whole No Lord Ambassador I le rather keepe That which I haue than coueting for more Be cast from possibility of all Yorke Insulting Charles hast thou by secret meanes Vs'd intercession to obtaine a league And now the matter growes to compremize Stand'st thou aloofe vpon Comparison Either accept the Title thou vsurp'st Of benefit proceeding from our King And not of any challenge of Desert Or we will plague thee with incessant Warres Reig. My Lord you do not well in obstinacy To cauill in the course of this Contract If once it be neglected ten to one We shall not finde like opportunity Alan To say the truth it is your policie To saue your Subiects from such massacre And ruthlesse slaughters as are dayly seene By our proceeding in Hostility And therefore take this compact of a Truce Although you breake it when your pleasure serues War How sayst thou Charles Shall our Condition stand Char. It Shall Onely reseru'd you claime no interest In any of our Townes of Garrison Yor. Then sweare Allegeance to his Maiesty
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 bâ—ssle 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
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
true Dutie Rich. Amen and make me die a good old man That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out Buc. You clowdy-Princes hart-sorowing-Peeres That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane Now cheere each other in each others Loue Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates But lately splinter'd knit and ioyn'd together Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little Traine Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be set Hither to London to be crown'd our King Riuers Why with some little Traine My Lord of Buckingham Buc. Marrie my Lord least by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is greene and yet vngouern'd Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine And may direct his course as please himselfe As well the feare of harme as harme apparant In my opinion ought to be preuented Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs And the compact is firme and true in me Riu. And so in me and so I thinke in all Yet since it is but greene it should be put To no apparant likely-hood of breach Which haply by much company might be vrg'd Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince Hast And so say I. Rich. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London Madam and you my Sister will you go To giue your censures in this businesse Exeunt Manet Buckingham and Richard Buc. My Lord who euer iournies to the Prince For God sake let not vs two stay at home For by the way I le sort occasion As Index to the story we late talk'd of To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince Rich. My other selfe my Counsailes Consistory My Oracle My Prophet my deere Cosin I as a childe will go by thy direction Toward London then for wee 'l not stay behinde Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at the other 1 Cit. Good morrow Neighbour whether away so fast 2. Cit. I promise you I scarsely know my selfe Heare you the newes abroad 1. Yes that the King is dead 2. Ill newes byrlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare 't will proue a giddy world Enter another Citizen 3. Neighbours God speed 1. Giue you good morrow sir 3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death 2. I sir it is too true God helpe the while 3. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world 1. No no by Gods good grace his Son shall reigne 3. Woe to that Land that 's gouern'd by a Childe 2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment Which in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeares himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1. So stood the State when Henry the sixt Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old 3. Stood the State so No no good friends God wot For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politike graue Counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace 1. Why so hath this both by his Father and Mother 3. Better it were they all came by his Father Or by his Father there were none at all For emulation who shall now be neerest Will touch vs all too neere if God preuent not O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster And the Queenes Sons and Brothers haught and proud And were they to be rul'd and not to rule This sickly Land might solace as before 1. Come come we feare the worst all will be well 3. When Clouds are seen wisemen put on their clokes When great leaues fall then Winter is at hand When the Sun sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes makes men expect a Dearth All may be well but if God sort it so 'T is more then we deserue or I expect 2. Truly the hearts of men are full of feare You cannot reason almost with a man That lookes not heauily and full of dread 3. Before the dayes of Change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Pursuing danger as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme But leaue it all to God Whither away 2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Arch-bishop yong Yorke the Queene and the Dutchesse Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford And at Northampton they do rest to night To morrow or next day they will be heere Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growne since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth Yorke I Mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my good Cosin it is good to grow Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at Supper My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother I quoth my Vnkle Glouster Small Herbes haue grace great Weeds do grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweet Flowres are slow and Weeds make hast Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong So long a growing and so leysurely That if his rule were true he should be gracious Yor. And so no doubt he is my gracious Madam Dut. I hope he is but yet let Mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace a flout To touch his growth neerer then he toucht mine Dut. How my yong Yorke I prythee let me heare it Yor. Marry they say my Vnkle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old 'T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Grandam this would haue beene a byting Iest Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke who told thee this Yor. Grandam his Nursse Dut. His Nurse why she was dead ere y u wast borne Yor. If 't were not she I cannot tell who told me Qu. A parlous Boy go too you are too shrew'd Dut. Good Madam be not angry with the Childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter a Messenger Arch. Heere comes a Messenger What Newes Mes Such newes my Lord as greeues me to report Qu. How doth the Prince Mes Well Madam and in health Dut. What is thy Newes Mess Lord Riuers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan Prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Mes The mighty Dukes Glouster and Buckingham Arch. For what offence Mes The summe of all I can I haue disclos'd Why or for
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
boote because both they Matcht not the high perfection of my losse Thy Clarence he is dead that stab'd my Edward And the beholders of this franticke play Th' adulterate Hastings Riuers Vaughan Gray Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues Richard yet liues Hels blacke Intelligencer Onely reseru'd their Factor to buy soules And send them thither But at hand at hand Insues his pittious and vnpittied end Earth gapes Hell burnes Fiends roare Saints pray To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence Cancell his bond of life deere God I pray That I may liue and say The Dogge is dead Qu. O thou did'st prophesie the time would come That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse That bottel'd Spider that foule bunch-back'd Toad Mar. I call'd thee then vaine flourish of my fortune I call'd thee then poore Shadow painted Queen The presentation of but what I was The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant One heau'd a high to be hurl'd downe below A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes A dreame of what thou wast a garish Flagge To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot A signe of Dignity a Breath a Bubble A Queene in ieast onely to fill the Scene Where is thy Husband now Where be thy Brothers Where be thy two Sonnes Wherein dost thou Ioy Who sues and kneeles and sayes God saue the Queene Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee Decline all this and see what now thou art For happy Wife a most distressed Widdow For ioyfull Mother one that wailes the name For one being sued too one that humbly sues For Queene a very Caytiffe crown'd with care For she that scorn'd at me now scorn'd of me For she being feared of all now fearing one For she commanding all obey'd of none Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about And left thee but a very prey to time Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast To torture thee the more being what thou art Thou didst vsurpe my place and dost thou not Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow Now thy proud Necke beares halfe my burthen'd yoke From which euen heere I slip my wearied head And leaue the burthen of it all on thee Farwell Yorkes wife and Queene of sad mischance These English woes shall make me smile in France Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses stay a-while And teach me how to curse mine enemies Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night and fast the day Compare dead happinesse with liuing woe Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were And he that slew them fowler then he is Bett'ring thy losse makes the bad causer worse Reuoluing this will teach thee how to Curse Qu. My words are dull O quicken them with thine Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe And pierce like mine Exit Margaret Dut. Why should calamity be full of words Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes Poore breathing Orators of miseries Let them haue scope though what they will impart Helpe nothing els yet do they ease the hart Dut. If so then be not Tongue-ty'd go with me And in the breath of bitter words let 's smother My damned Son that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd The Trumpet sounds be copious in exclaimes Enter King Richard and his Traine Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition Dut. O she that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed wombe From all the slaughters Wretch that thou hast done Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne Where 't should be branded if that right were right The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes and Brothers Tell me thou Villaine-flaue where are my Children Dut. Thou Toad thou Toade Where is thy Brother Clarence And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers Vaughan Gray Dut. Where is kinde Hastings Rich. A flourish Trumpets strike Alarum Drummes Let not the Heauens heare these Tell-tale women Raile on the Lords Annointed Strike I say Flourish Alarums Either be patient and intreat me fayre Or with the clamorous report of Warre Thus will I drowne your exclamations Dut. Art thou my Sonne Rich. I I thanke God my Father and your selfe Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience Rich. Madam I haue a touch of your condition That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe Dut. O let me speake Rich. Do then but I le not heare Dut I will be milde and gentle in my words Rich. And breefe good Mother for I am in hast Dut. Art thou so hasty I haue staid for thee God knowes in torment and in agony Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you Dut. No by the holy Rood thou know'st it well Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my Hell A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie Thy School-daies frightfull desp'rate wilde and furious Thy prime of Manhood daring bold and venturous Thy Age confirm'd proud subtle slye and bloody More milde but yet more harmfull Kinde in hatred What comfortable houre canst thou name That euer grac'd me with thy company Rich. Faith none but Humfrey Hower That call'd your Grace To Breakefast once forth of my company If I be so disgracious in your eye Let me march on and not offend you Madam Strike vp the Drumme Dut. I prythee heare me speake Rich. You speake too bitterly Dut. Heare me a word For I shall neuer speake to thee againe Rich. So. Dut. Either thou wilt dye by Gods iust ordinance Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish And neuer more behold thy face againe Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st My Prayers on the aduerse party fight And there the little soules of Edwards Children Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies And promise them Successe and Victory Bloody thou art bloody will be thy end Shame serues thy life and doth thy death attend Exit Qu. Though far more cause yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me I say Amen to her Rich. Stay Madam I must talke a word with you Qu. I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood For thee to slaughter For my Daughters Richard They shall be praying Nunnes not weeping Queenes And therefore leuell not to hit their liues Rich. You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth Vertuous and Faire Royall and Gracious Qu. And must she dye for this O let her liue And I le corrupt her Manners staine her Beauty Slander my Selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter Rich. Wrong not her Byrth she is a Royall Princesse Qu. To saue her life I le say she is not so Rich. Her life is
beleeue me These I know Who 's that that beares the Scepter 1 Marquesse Dorset And that the Earle of Surrey with the Rod. 2 A bold braue Gentleman That should bee The Duke of Suffolke 1 'T is the same high Steward 2 And that my Lord of Norfolke 1 Yes 2 Heauen blesse thee Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on Sir as I haue a Soule she is an Angell Our King has all the Indies in his Armes And more and richer when he straines that Lady I cannot blame his Conscience 1 They that beare The Cloath of Honour ouer her are foure Barons Of the Cinque Ports 2 Those men are happy And so are all are neere her I take it she that carries vp the Traine Is that old Noble Lady Dutchesse of Norfolke 1 It is and all the rest are Countesses 2 Their Coronets say so These are Starres indeed And sometimes falling ones 2 No more of that Enter a third Gentleman 1 God saue you Sir Where haue you bin broiling 3 Among the crow'd i' th' Abbey where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more I am stifled With the meere ranknesse of their ioy 2 You saw the Ceremony 3 That I did 1 How was it 3 Well worth the seeing 2 Good Sir speake it to vs 3 As well as I am able The rich streame Of Lords and Ladies hauing brought the Queene To a prepar'd place in the Quiâ—e fell off A distance from her while her Grace sate downe To rest a while some halfe an houre or so In a rich Chaire of State opposing freely The Beauty of her Person to the People Beleeue me Sir she is the goodliest Woman That euer lay by man which when the people Had the full view of such a noyse arose As the shrowdes make at Sea in a stiffe Tempest As lowd and to as many Tunes Hats Cloakes Doublets I thinke flew vp and had their Faces Bin loose this day they had beene lost Such ioy I neuer saw before Great belly'd women That had not halfe a weeke to go like Rammes In the old time of Warre would shake the prease And make 'em reele before ' em No man liuing Could say this is my wife there all were wouen So strangely in one peece 2 But what follow'd 3 At length her Grace rose and with modest paces Came to the Altar where she kneel'd and Saint-like Cast her faire eyes to Heauen and pray'd deuoutly Then rose againe and bow'd her to the people When by the Arch-byshop of Canterbury She had all the Royall makings of a Queene As holy Oyle Edward Confessors Crowne The Rod and Bird of Peace and all such Emblemes Laid Nobly on her which perform'd the Quire With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome Together sung Te Deum So she parted And with the same full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke-Place where the Feast is held 1 Sir You must no more call it Yorke-place that 's past For since the Cardinall fell that Titles lost 'T is now the Kings and call'd White-Hall 3 I know it But 't is so lately alter'd that the old name Is fresh about me 2 What two Reuerend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene 3 Stokeley and Gardiner the one of Winchester Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary The other London 2 He of Winchester Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops The vertuous Cranmer 3 All the Land knowes that How euer yet there is no great breach when it comes Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him 2 Who may that be I pray you 3 Thomas Cromwell A man in much esteeme with th' King and truly A worthy Friend The King ha's made him Master o' th' Iewell House And one already of the Priuy Councell 2 He will deserue more 3 Yes without all doubt Come Gentlemen ye shall go my way Which is to ' th Court and there ye shall be my Guests Something I can command As I walke thither I le tell ye more Both. You may command vs Sir Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Katherine Dowager sicke lead betweene Griffith her Gentleman Vsher and Patience her Woman Grif. How do's your Grace Kath. O Griffith sicke to death My Legges like loaden Branches bow to ' th' Earth Willing to leaue their burthen Reach a Chaire So now me thinkes I feele a little ease Did'st thou not tell me Griffith as thou lead'st mee That the great Childe of Honor Cardinall Wolsey Was dead Grif. Yes Madam but I thanke your Grace Out of the paine you suffer'd gaue no eare too 't Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith tell me how he dy'de If well he stept before me happily For my example Grif. Well the voyce goes Madam For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yoâ—ke and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted to his Answer He fell sicke sodainly and grew so ill He could not sit his Mule Kath. Alas poore man Grif. At last with easie Rodes he came to Leicester Lodg'd in the Abbey where the reuerend Abbot With all his Couent honourably receiu'd him To whom he gaue these words O Father Abbot An old man broken with the stormes of State Is come to lay his weary bones among ye Giue him a little earth for Charity So went to bed where eagerly his sicknesse Pursu'd him still and three nights after this About the houre of eight which he himselfe Foretold should be his last full of Repentance Continuall Meditations Teares and Sorrowes He gaue his Honors to the world agen His blessed part to Heauen and slept in peace Kath. So may he rest His Faults lye gently on him Yet thus farre Griffith giue me leaue to speake him And yet with Charity He was a man Of an vnbounded stomacke euer ranking Himselfe with Princes One that by suggestion Ty'de all the Kingdome Symonie was faire play His owne Opinion was his Law I' th' presence He would say vntruths and be euer double Both in his words and meaning He was neuer But where he meant to Ruine pittifull His Promises were as he then was Mighty But his performance as he is now Nothing Of his owne body he was ill and gaue The Clergy ill example Grif. Noble Madam Mens euill manners liue in Brasse their Vertues We write in Water May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now Kath. Yes good Griffith I were malicious else Grif. This Cardinall Though from an humble Stocke vndoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler and a ripe and good one Exceeding wise faire spoken and perswading Lofty and sowre to them that lou'd him not But to those men that sought him sweet as Summer And though he were vnsatisfied in getting Which was a sinne yet in bestowing Madam He was most Princely Euer witnesse for him Those twinnes of Learning that he rais'd in you Ipswich and Oxford one of which fell with him Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it The other
yet distinctly raunges In heapes and piles of Ruine Scici This deserues Death Brut. Or let vs stand to our Authoritie Or let vs lose it we doe here pronounce Vpon the part o' th' People in whose power We were elected theirs Martius is worthy Of present Death Scici Therefore lay hold of him Beare him toth ' Rock Tarpeian and from thence Into destruction cast him Brut. Aediles seize him All Ple. Yeeld Martius yeeld Mene. Heare me one word ' beseech you Tribunes heare me but a word Aediles Peace peace Mene. Be that you seeme truly your Countries friend And tempâ—rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redresse Brut. Sir those cold wayes That seeme like prudent helpes are very poysonous Where the Disease is violent Lay hands vpon him And beare him to the Rock Corio drawes his Sword Corio No I le die here There 's some among you haue beheld me fighting Come trie vpon your selues what you haue seene me Mene. Downe with that Sword Tribunes withdraw a while Brut. Lay hands vpon him Mene. Helpe Martius helpe you that be noble helpe him young and old All. Downe with him downe with him Exeunt In this Mutinie the Tribunes the Aediles and the People are beat in Mene. Goe get you to our House be gone away All will be naught else 2. Sena Get you gone Com. Stand fast we haue as many friends as enemies Mene. Shall it be put to that Sena The Gods forbid I prythee noble friend home to thy House Leaue vs to cure this Cause Mene. For 't is a Sore vpon vs You cannot Tent your selfe be gone ' beseech you Corio Come Sir along with vs. Mene. I would they were Barbarians as they are Though in Rome litter'd not Romans as they are not Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitoll Be gone put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue One time will owe another Corio On faire ground I could beat fortie of them Mene. I could my selfe take vp a Brace o' th' best of them yea the two Tribunes Com. But now 't is oddes beyond Arithmetick And Manhood is call'd Foolerie when it stands Against a falling Fabrick Will you hence Before the Tagge returne whose Rage doth rend Like interrupted Waters and o're-beare What they are vs'd to beare Mene. Pray you be gone I le trie whether my old Wit be in request With those that haue but little this must be patcht With Cloth of any Colour Com. Nay come away Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius Patri This man ha's marr'd his fortune Mene. His nature is too noble for the World He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident Or Ioue for 's power to Thunder his Heart 's his Mouth What his Brest forges that his Tongue must vent And being angry does forget that euer He heard the Name of Death A Noise within Here 's goodly worke Patri I would they were a bed Mene. I would they were in Tyber What the vengeance could he not speake 'em faire Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble againe Sicin Where is this Viper That would depopulate the city be euery man himself Mene. You worthy Tribunes Sicin He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands he hath resisted Law And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall Then the seuerity of the publike Power Which he so sets at naught 1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths and we their hands All. He shall sure out Mene. Sir sir Sicin Peace Me. Do not cry hauocke where you shold but hunt With modest warrant Sicin Sir how com'st that you haue holpe To make this rescue Mene. Heere me speake As I do know The Consuls worthinesse so can I name his Faults Sicin Consull what Consull Mene. The Consull Coriolanus Bru. He Consull All. No no no no no. Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue And yours good people I may be heard I would craue a word or two The which shall turne you to no further harme Then so much losse of time Sic. Speake breefely then For we are peremptory to dispatch This Viporous Traitor to eiect him hence Were but one danger and to keepe him heere Our certaine death therefore it is decreed He dyes to night Menen Now the good Gods forbid That our renowned Rome whose gratitude Towards her deserued Children is enroll'd In Ioues owne Booke like an vnnaturall Dam Should now eate vp her owne Sicin He 's a Disease that must be cut away Mene. Oh he 's a Limbe that ha's but a Disease Mortall to cut it off to cure it easie What ha's he done to Rome that 's worthy death Killing our Enemies the blood he hath lost Which I dare vouch is more then that he hath By many an Ounce he dropp'd it for his Country And what is left to loose it by his Countrey Were to vs all that doo 't and suffer it A brand to th' end a ' th World Sicin This is cleane kamme Brut. Meerely awry When he did loue his Country it honour'd him Menen The seruice of the foote Being once gangren'd is not then respected For what before it was Bru. Wee 'l heare no more Pursue him to his house and plucke him thence Least his infection being of catching nature Spred further Menen One word more one word This Tiger-footed-rage when it shall find The harme of vnskan'd swiftnesse will too late Tye Leaden pounds too 's heeles Proceed by Processe Least parties as he is belou'd breake out And sacke great Rome with Romanes Brut. If it were so Sicin What do ye talke Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience Our Ediles smot our selues resisted come Mene. Consider this He ha's bin bred i' th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword and is ill school'd In boulted Language Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction Giue me leaue I le go to him and vndertake to bring him in peace Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme In peace to his vtmost perill 1. Sen. Noble Tribunes It is the humane way the other course Will proue to bloody and the end of it Vnknowne to the Beginning Sic. Noble Menenius be you then as the peoples officer Masters lay downe your Weapons Bru. Go not home Sic. Meet on the Market place wee 'l attend you there Where if you bring not Martius wee 'l proceede In our first way Menen I le bring him to you Let me desire your company he must come Or what is worst will follow Sena Pray you let 's to him Exeunt Omnes Enter Coriolanus with Nobles Corio Let them pull all about mine eares present me Death on the Wheele or at wilde Horses heeles Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight yet will I still Be thus to them Enter Volumnia Noble You do the Nobler Corio I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes things created
with foule contempt Behold in vs wee le follow where thou lead'st Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day Led by their Maister to the flowred fields And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora And as he saith so say we all with him Luci. I humbly thanke him and I thanke you all But who comes heere led by a lusty Goth Enter a Goth leading of Aaron with his child in his armes Goth. Renowned Lucius from our troups I straid To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye Vpon the wasted building suddainely I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall I made vnto the noyse when soone I heard The crying babe control'd with this discourse Peace Tawny slaue halfe me and halfe thy Dam Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art Had nature lent thee but thy Mothers looke Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white They neuer do beget a cole-blacke-Calfe Peace villaine peace euen thus he rates the babe For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake With this my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him Surpriz'd him suddainely and brought him hither To vse as you thinke neeedefull of the man Luci. Oh worthy Goth this is the incarnate deuill That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye And heere 's the Base Fruit of his burning lust Say wall-ey'd slaue whether would'st thou conuay This growing Image of thy fiend-like face Why dost not speake what deafe Not a word A halter Souldiers hang him on this Tree And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie Aron Touch not the Boy he is of Royall blood Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good First hang the Child that he may see it sprall A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall Aron Get me a Ladder Lucius saue the Childe And beare it from me to the Empresse If thou do this I le shew thee wondrous things That highly may aduantage thee to heare If thou wilt not befall what may befall I le speake no more but vengeance rot you all Luci. Say on and if it please me which thou speak'st Thy child shall liue and I will see it Nourisht Aron And if it please thee why assure thee Lucius 'T will vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake For I must talke of Murthers Rapes and Massacres Acts of Blacke-night abhominable Deeds Complots of Mischiefe Treason Villanies Ruthfull to heare yet pittiously preform'd And this shall all be buried by my death Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue Luci. Tell on thy minde I say thy Childe shall liue Aron Sweare that he shall and then I will begin Luci. Who should I sweare by Thou beleeuest no God That graunted how can'st thou beleeue an oath Aron What if I do not as indeed I do not Yet for I know thou art Religious And hast a thing within thee called Conscience With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue Therefore I vrge thy oath for that I know An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares To that I le vrge him therefore thou shalt vow By that same God what God so ere it be That thou adorest and hast in reuerence To saue my Boy to nourish and bring him vp Ore else I will discouer nought to thee Luci. Euen by my God I sweare to to thee I will Aron First know thou I be got him on the Empresse Luci. Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman Aron Tut Lucius this was but a deed of Charitie To that which thou shalt heare of me anon 'T was her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus They cut thy Sisters tongue and rauisht her And cut her hands off and trim'd her as thou saw'st Lucius Oh detestable villaine Call'st thou that Trimming Aron Why she was washt and cut and trim'd And 't was trim sport for them that had the doing of it Luci. Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe Aron Indeede I was their Tutor to instruct them That Codding spirit had they from their Mother As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me As true a Dog as euer fought at head Well let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole Where the dead Corps of Bassianus lay I wrote the Letter that thy Father found And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd Confederate with the Queene and her two Sonnes And what not done that thou hast cause to rue Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand And when I had it drew my selfe apart And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall When for his hand he had his two Sonnes heads Beheld his teares and laught so hartily That both mine eyes were rainie like to his And when I told the Empresse of this sport She sounded almost at my pleasing tale And for my tydings gaue me twenty kisses Goth. What canst thou say all this and neuer blush Aron I like a blacke Dogge as the saying is Luci. Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes Aron I that I had not done a thousand more Euen now I curse the day and yet I thinke Few come within few compasse of my curse Wherein I did not some Notorious ill As kill a man or else deuise his death Rauish a Maid or plot the way to do it Accuse some Innocent and forsweare my selfe Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night And bid the Owners quench them with the teares Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot And on their skinnes as on the Barke of Trees Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters Let not your sorrow die though I am dead Tut I haue done a thousand dreadfull things As willingly as one would kill a Fly And nothing greeues me hartily indeede But that I cannot doe ten thousand more Luci. Bring downe the diuell for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently Aron If there be diuels would I were a deuill To liue and burne in euerlasting fire So I might haue your company in hell But to torment you with my bitter tongue Luci. Sirs stop his mouth let him speake no more Enter Emillius Goth. My Lord there is a Messenger from Rome Desires to be admitted to your presence Luc. Let him come neere Welcome Emillius what the newes from Rome Emi. Lord Lucius and you Princes of the Gothes The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me And for he vnderstands you are in Armes
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
to the sticking place And wee 'le not fayle when Duncan is asleepe Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney Soundly inuite him his two Chamberlaines Will I with Wine and Wassell so conuince That Memorie the Warder of the Braine Shall be a Fume and the Receit of Reason A Lymbeck onely when in Swinish sleepe Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death What cannot you and I performe vpon Th' vnguarded Duncan What not put vpon His spungie Officers who shall beare the guilt Of our great quell Macb. Bring forth man-Men-Children onely For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose Nothing but Males Will it not be receiu'd When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two Of his owne Chamber and vs'd their very Daggers That they haue don 't Lady Who dares receiue it other As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore Vpon his Death Macb. I am settled and bend vp Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat Away and mock the time with fairest show False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Banquo and Fleance with a Torch before him Banq. How goes the Night Boy Fleance The Moone is downe I haue not heard the Clock Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue Fleance I take 't 't is later Sir Banq. Hold take my Sword There 's Husbandry in Heauen Their Candles are all out take thee that too A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me And yet I would not sleepe Mercifull Powers restraine in me the cursed thoughts That Nature giues way to in repose Enter Macbeth and a Seruant with a Torch Giue me my Sword who 's there Macb. A Friend Banq. What Sir not yet at rest the King 's a bed He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall By the name of most kind Hostesse And shut vp in measurelesse content Mac. Being vnprepar'd Our will became the seruant to defect Which else should free haue wrought Banq. All 's well I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters To you they haue shew'd some truth Macb. I thinke not of them Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse If you would graunt the time Banq. At your kind'st leysure Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent When 't is it shall make Honor for you Banq. So I lose none In seeking to augment it but still keepe My Bosome franchis'd and Allegeance cleare I shall be counsail'd Macb. Good repose the while Banq. Thankes Sir the like to you Exit Banquo Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse when my drinke is ready She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed Exit Is this a Dagger which I see before me The Handle toward my Hand Come let me clutch thee I haue thee not and yet I see thee still Art thou not fatall Vision sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A Dagger of the Minde a false Creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine I see thee yet in forme as palpable As this which now I draw Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going And such an Instrument I was to vse Mine Eyes are made the fooles o' th' other Sences Or else worth all the rest I see thee still And on thy Blade and Dudgeon Gouts of Blood Which was not so before There 's no such thing It is the bloody Businesse which informes Thus to mine Eyes Now o're the one halfe World Nature seemes dead and wicked Dreames abuse The Curtain'd sleepe Witchcraft celebrates Pale Heccats Offrings and wither'd Murther Alarum'd by his Centinell the Wolfe Whose howle's his Watch thus with his stealthy pace With Tarquins rauishing sides towards his designe Moues like a Ghost Thou sowre and firme-set Earth Heare not my steps which they may walke for feare Thy very stones prate of my where-about And take the present horror from the time Which now sutes with it Whiles I threat he liues Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues A Bell rings I goe and it is done the Bell inuites me Heare it not Duncan for it is a Knell That summons thee to Heauen or to Hell Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lady La. That which hath made thē drunk hath made me bold What hath quench'd them hath giuen me fire Hearke peace it was the Owle that shriek'd The fatall Bell-man which giues the stern'st good-night He is about it the Doores are open And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge With Snores I haue drugg'd their Possets That Death and Nature doe contend about them Whether they liue or dye Enter Macbeth Macb. Who 's there what hoa Lady Alack I am afraid they haue awak'd And 't is not done th' attempt and not the deed Confounds vs hearke I lay'd their Daggers ready He could not misse ' em Had he not resembled My Father as he slept I had don 't My Husband Macb. I haue done the deed Didst thou not heare a noyse Lady I heard the Owle schreame and the Crickets cry Did not you speake Macb. When Lady Now. Macb. As I descended Lady I. Macb. Hearke who lyes i' th' second Chamber Lady Donalbaine Mac. This is a sorry sight Lady A foolish thought to say a sorry sight Macb. There 's one did laugh in 's sleepe And one cry'd Murther that they did wake each other I stood and heard them But they did say their Prayers And addrest them againe to sleepe Lady There are two lodg'd together Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs and Amen the other As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands Listning their feare I could not say Amen When they did say God blesse vs. Lady Consider it not so deepely Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen I had most need of Blessing and Amen stuck in my throat Lady These deeds must not be thought After these wayes so it will make vs mad Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry Sleep no more Macbeth does murther Sleepe the innocent Sleepe Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care The death of each dayes Life sore Labors Bath Balme of hurt Mindes great Natures second Course Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast Lady What doe you meane Macb. Still it cry'd Sleepe no more to all the House Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe and therefore Cawdor Shall sleepe no more Macbeth shall sleepe no more Lady Who was it that thus cry'd why worthy Thane You doe vnbend your Noble strength to thinke So braine-sickly of things Goe get some Water And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand Why did you bring these Daggers from the place They must lye there goe carry them and smeare The sleepie Groomes with blood Macb. I le goe no more I am afraid to thinke what I haue done Looke on 't againe I dare not Lady Infirme of purpose Giue me the Daggers the sleeping and the dead Are but as Pictures 't
traines hath sought to win me Into his power and modest Wisedome pluckes me From ouer-credulous hast but God aboue Deale betweene thee and me For euen now I put my selfe to thy Direction and Vnspeake mine owne detraction Heere abiure The taints and blames I laide vpon my selfe For strangers to my Nature I am yet Vnknowne to Woman neuer was forsworne Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne At no time broke my Faith would not betray The Deuill to his Fellow and delight No lesse in truth then life My first false speaking Was this vpon my selfe What I am truly Is thine and my poore Countries to command Whither indeed before they heere approach Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men Already at a point was setting foorth Now wee 'l together and the chance of goodnesse Be like our warranted Quarrell Why are you silent Macd. Such welcome and vnwelcom things at once 'T is hard to reconcile Enter a Doctor Mal. Well more anon Comes the King forth I pray you Doct. I Sir there are a crew of wretched Soules That stay his Cure their malady conuinces The great assay of Art But at his touch Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand They presently amend Exit Mal. I thanke you Doctor Macd. What 's the Disease he meanes Mal. T is call'd the Euill A most myraculous worke in this good King Which often since my heere remaine in England I haue seene him do How he solicites heauen Himselfe best knowes but strangely visited people All swolne and Vlcerous pittifull to the eye The meere dispaire of Surgery he cures Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes Put on with holy Prayers and 't is spoken To the succeeding Royalty he leaues The healing Benediction With this strange vertue He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne That speake him full of Grace Enter Rosse Macd. See who comes heere Malc My Countryman but yet I know him nor Macd. My euer gentle Cozen welcome hither Malc I know him now Good God betimes remoue The meanes that makes vs Strangers Rosse Sir Amen Macd. Stands Scotland where it did Rosse Alas poore Countrey Almost affraid to know it selfe It cannot Be call'd our Mother but our Graue where nothing But who knowes nothing is once seene to smile Where sighes and groanes and shrieks that rent the ayre Are made not mark'd Where violent sorrow seemes A Moderne extasie The Deadmans knell Is there scarse ask'd for who and good mens liues Expire before the Flowers in their Caps Dying or ere they sicken Macd. Oh Relation too nice and yet too true Malc What 's the newest griefe Rosse That of an houres age doth hisse the speaker Each minute teemes a new one Macd. How do's my Wife Rosse Why well Macd. And all my Children Rosse Well too Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace Rosse No they were wel at peace when I did leaue 'em Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech How gos't Rosse When I came hither to transport the Tydings Which I haue heauily borne there ran a Rumour Of many worthy Fellowes that were out Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot Now is the time of helpe your eye in Scotland Would create Soldiours make our women fight To doffe their dire distresses Malc Bee 't their comfort We are comming thither Gracious England hath Lent vs good Seyward and ten thousand men An older and a better Souldier none That Christendome giues out Rosse Would I could answer This comfort with the like But I haue words That would be howl'd out in the desert ayre Where hearing should not latch them Macd. What concerne they The generall cause or is it a Fee-griefe Due to some single brest Rosse No minde that 's honest But in it shares some woe though the maine part Pertaines to you alone Macd. If it be mine Keepe it not from me quickly let me haue it Rosse Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound That euer yet they heard Macd. Humh I guesse at it Rosse Your Castle is surpriz'd your Wife and Babes Sauagely slaughter'd To relate the manner Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere To adde the death of you Malc Mercifull Heauen What man ne're pull your hat vpon your browes Giue sorrow words the griefe that do's not speake Whispers the o're-fraught heart and bids it breake Macd. My Children too Ro. Wife Children Seruants all that could be found Macd. And I must be from thence My wife kil'd too Rosse I haue said Malc Be comforted Let 's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge To cure this deadly greefe Macd. He ha's no Children All my pretty ones Did you say All Oh Hell-Kite All What All my pretty Chickens and their Damme At one fell swoope Malc Dispute it like a man Macd. I shall do so But I must also feele it as a man I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me Did heauen looke on And would not take their part Sinfull Macduff They were all strooke for thee Naught that I am Not for their owne demerits but for mine Fell slaughter on their soules Heauen rest them now Mal. Be this the Whetstone of your sword let griefe Conuert to anger blunt not the heart enrage it Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes And Braggart with my tongue But gentle Heauens Cut short all intermission Front to Front Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland and my selfe Within my Swords length set him if he scape Heauen forgiue him too Mal. This time goes manly Come go we to the King our Power is ready Our lacke is nothing but our leaue Macbeth Is ripe for shaking and the Powres aboue Put on their Instruments Receiue what cheere you may The Night is long that neuer findes the Day Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter a Doctor of Physicke and a Wayting Gentlewoman Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with you but can perceiue no truth in your report When was it shee last walk'd Gent. Since his Maiesty went into the Field I haue seene her rise from her bed throw her Night-Gown vppon her vnlocke her Closset take foorth paper folde it write vpon 't read it afterwards Seale it and againe returne to bed yet all this while in a most fast sleepe Doct. A great perturbation in Nature to receyue at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching In this slumbry agitation besides her walking and other actuall performances what at any time haue you heard her say Gent. That Sir which I will not report after her Doct. You may to me and 't is most meet you should Gent. Neither to you nor any one hauing no witnesse to confirme my speech Enter Lady with a Taper Lo you heere she comes This is her very guise and vpon my life fast asleepe obserue her stand close Doct.
mine are titles but of scorne If that thy Gentry Britaine go before This Lowt as he exceeds our Lords the oddes Is that we scarse are men and you are Goddes Exit The Battaile continues the Britaines fly Cymbeline is taken Then enter to his rescue Bellarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. Stand stand we haue th' aduantage of the ground The Lane is guarded Nothing rowts vs but The villany of our feares Gui. Arui Stand stand and fight Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britaines They Rescue Cymbeline and Exeunt Then enter Lucius Iachimo and Imogen Luc. Away boy from the Troopes and saue thy selfe For friends kil friends and the disorder's such As warre were hood-wink'd Iac. 'T is their fresh supplies Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely or betimes Let 's re-inforce or fly Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Posthumus and a Britaine Lord. Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand Post I did Though you it seemes come from the Fliers Lo I did Post No blame be to you Sir for all was lost But that the Heauens fought the King himselfe Of his wings destitute the Army broken And but the backes of Britaines seene all flying Through a strait Lane the Enemy full-hearted Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring hauing worke More plentifull then Tooles to doo 't strooke downe Some mortally some slightly touch'd some falling Meerely through feare that the strait passe was damm'd With deadmen hurt behinde and Cowards liuing To dye with length'ned shame Lo. Where was this Lane Post Close by the battell ditch'd wall'd with turph Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour An honest one I warrant who deseru'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to In doing this for 's Country Athwart the Lane He with two striplings Lads more like to run The Country base then to commit such slaughter With faces fit for Maskes or rather fayrer Then those for preseruation cas'd or shame Made good the passage cryed to those that fled Our Britaines hearts dye flying not our men To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards stand Or we are Romanes and will giue you that Like beasts which you shun beastly and may saue But to looke backe in frowne Stand stand These three Three thousand confident in acte as many For three performers are the File when all The rest do nothing With this word stand stand Accomodated by the Place more Charming With their owne Noblenesse which could haue turn'd A Distaffe to a Lance guilded pale lookes Part shame part spirit renew'd that some turn'd coward But by example Oh a sinne in Warre Damn'd in the first beginners gan to looke The way that they did and to grin like Lyons Vpon the Pikes o' th' Hunters Then beganne A stop i' th' Chaser a Retyre Anon A Rowt confusion thicke forthwith they flye Chickens the way which they stopt Eagles Slaues The strides the Victors made and now our Cowards Like Fragments in hard Voyages became The life o' th' need hauing found the backe doore open Of the vnguarded hearts heauens how they wound Some slaine before some dying some their Friends Ore-borne i' th' former waue ten chac'd by one Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty Those that would dye or ere resist are growne The mortall bugs o' th' Field Lord. This was strange chance A narrow Lane an old man and two Boyes Post Nay do not wonder at it you are made Rather to wonder at the things you heare Then to worke any Will you Rime vpon 't And vent it for a Mock'rie Heere is one Two Boyes an Oldman twice a Boy a Lane Preseru'd the Britaines was the Romanes bane Lord. Nay be not angry Sir Post Lacke to what end Who dares not stand his Foe I le be his Friend For if hee 'l do as he is made to doo I know hee 'l quickly flye my friendship too You haue put me into Rime Lord. Farewell you 're angry Exit Post Still going This is a Lord Oh Noble misery To be i' th' Field and aske what newes of me To day how many would haue giuen their Honours To haue sau'd their Carkasses Tooke heele to doo 't And yet dyed too I in mine owne woe charm'd Could not finde death where I did heare him groane Nor feele him where he strooke Being an vgly Monster 'T is strange he hides him in fresh Cups soft Beds Sweet words or hath moe ministers then we That draw his kniues i' th' War Well I will finde him For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine No more a Britaine I haue resum'd againe The part I came in Fight I will no more But yeeld me to the veriest Hinde that shall Once touch my shoulder Great the slaughter is Heere made by ' th' Romane great the Answer be Britaines must take For me my Ransome 's death On eyther side I come to spend my breath Which neyther heere I le keepe nor beare agen But end it by some meanes for Imogen Enter two Captaines and Soldiers 1 Great Iupiter be prais'd Lucius is taken 'T is thought the old man and his sonnes were Angels 2 There was a fourth man in a silly habit That gaue th' Affront with them 1 So 't is reported But none of 'em can be found Stand who 's there Post A Roman Who had not now beene drooping heere if Seconds Had answer'd him 2 Lay hands on him a Dogge A legge of Rome shall not returne to tell What Crows haue peckt them here he brags his seruice As if he were of note bring him to ' th' King Enter Cymbeline Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Romane Captiues The Captaines present Posthumus to Cymbeline who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler Scena Quarta Enter Posthumus and Gaoler Gao You shall not now be stolne You haue lockes vpon you So graze as you finde Pasture 2. Gao I or a stomacke Post Most welcome bondage for thou art a way I thinke to liberty yet am I better Then one that 's sicke o' th' Gowt since he had rather Groane so in perpetuity then be cur'd By ' th ' sure Physitian Death who is the key T'vnbarre these Lockes My Conscience thou art fetter'd More then my shanks wrists you good Gods giue me The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt Then free for euer Is' t enough I am sorry So Children temporall Fathers do appease Gods are more full of mercy Must I repent I cannot do it better then in Gyues Desir'd more then constrain'd to satisfie If of my Freedome 't is the maine part take No stricter render of me then my All. I know you are more clement then vilde men Who of their broken Debtors take a third A sixt a tenth letting them thriue againe On their abatement that 's not my desire For Imogens deere life take mine and though 'T is not so deere yet 't is a life you coyn'd it 'Tweene man and man they waigh not euery stampe Though light take Peeces for the figures sake You rather mine