heere Enter Marcus and Lauinia Mar. Titus prepare thy noble eyes to weepe Or if not so thy noble heart to breake I bring consuming sorrow to thine age Ti. Will it consume me Let me see it then Mar. This was thy daughter Ti. Why Marcus so she is Luc. Aye me this obiect kils me Ti. Faint-harted boy arise and looke vpon her Speake Lauinia what accursed hand Hath made thee handlesse in thy Fathers sight What foole hath added water to the Sea Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy My griefe was at the height before thou cam'st And now like Nylus it disdaineth bounds Giue me a sword I le chop off my hands too For they haue fought for Rome and all in vaine And they haue nur'st this woe In feeding life In bootelesse prayer haue they bene held vp And they haue seru'd me to effectlesse vse Now all the seruice I require of them Is that the one will helpe to cut the other 'T is well Lauinia that thou hast no hands For hands to do Rome seruice is but vaine Luci. Speake gentle sister who hath martyr'd thee Mar. O that delightfull engine of her thoughts That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence Is torne from forth that pretty hollow cage Where like a sweet mellodius bird it sung Sweet varied notes inchanting euery eare Luci. Oh say thou for her Who hath done this deed Marc. Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke Seeking to hide herselfe as doth the Deare That hath receiude some vnrecuring wound Tit. It was my Deare And he that wounded her Hath hurt me more then had he kild me dead For now I stand as one vpon a Rocke Inuiron'd with a wildernesse of Sea Who markes the waxing tide Grow waue by waue Expecting euer when some enuious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone Heere stands my other sonne a banisht man And heere my brother weeping at my woes But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne Is deere Lauinia deerer then my soule Had I but seene thy picture in this plight It would haue madded me What shall I doe Now I behold thy liuely body so Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee Thy husband he is dead and for his death Thy brothers are condemn'd and dead by this Looke Marcus ah sonne Lucius looke on her When I did name her brothers then fresh teares Stood on her cheekes as doth the hony dew Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered Mar. Perchance she weepes because they kil'd her husband Perchance because she knowes him innocent Ti. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull Because the law hath tane reuenge on them No no they would not doe so foule a deede Witnes the sorrow that their sister makes Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips Or make some signes how I may do thee ease Shall thy good Vncle and thy brother Lucius And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes How they are stain'd in meadowes yet not dry With miery slime left on them by a flood And in the Fountaine shall we gaze so long Till the fresh taste be taken from that cleerenes And made a brine pit with our bitter teares Or shall we cut away our hands like thine Or shall we bite our tongues and in dumbe shewes Passe the remainder of our hatefull dayes What shall we doe Let vs that haue our tongues Plot some deuise of further miseries To make vs wondred at in time to come Lu. Sweet Father cease your teares for at your griefe See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps Mar. Patience deere Neece good Titus drie thine eyes Ti. Ah Marcus Marcus Brother well I wot Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine For thou poore man hast drown'd it with thine owne Lu. Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes Ti Marke Marcus marke I vnderstand her signes Had she a tongue to speake now would she say That to her brother which I said to thee His Napkin with her true teares all be wet Can do no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes Oh what a simpathy of woe is this As farre from helpe as Limbo is from blisse Enter Aron the Moore alone Moore Titus Andronicus my Lord the Emperour Sends thee this word that if thou loue thy sonnes Let Marcus Lucius or thy selfe old Titus Or any one of you chop off your hand And send it to the King he for the same Will send thee hither both thy sonnes aliue And that shall be the ransome for their fault Ti. Oh gracious Emperour oh gentle Aaron Did euer Rauen sing so like a Larke That giues sweet tydings of the Sunnes vprise With all my heart I le send the Emperour my hand Good Aron wilt thou help to chop it off Lu. Stay Father for that noble hand of thine That hath throwne downe so many enemies Shall not be sent my hand will serue the turne My youth can better spare my blood then you And therfore mine shall saue my brothers liues Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome And rear'd aloft the bloody Battleaxe Writing destruction on the enemies Castle Oh none of both but are of high desert My hand hath bin but idle let it serue To ransome my two nephewes from their death Then haue I kept it to a worthy end Moore Nay come agree whose hand shall goe along For feare they die before their pardon come Mar. My hand shall goe Lu. By heauen it shall not goe Ti. Sirs striue no more such withered hearbs as these Are meete for plucking vp and therefore mine Lu. Sweet Father if I shall be thought thy sonne Let me redeeme my brothers both from death Mar. And for our fathers sake and mothers care Now let me shew a brothers loue to thee Ti. Agree betweene you I will spare my hand Lu. Then I le goe fetch an Axe Mar. But I will vse the Axe Exeunt Ti. Come hither Aaron I le deceiue them both Lend me thy hand and I will giue thee mine Moore If that be cal'd deceit I will be honest And neuer whil'st I liue deceiue men so But I le deceiue you in another sort And that you 'l say ere halfe an houre passe He cuts off Titus hand Enter Lucius and Marcus againe Ti. Now stay you strife what shall be is dispatcht Good Aron giue his Maiestie me hand Tell him it was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers bid him bury it More hath it merited That let it haue As for for my sonnes say I account of them As iewels purchast at an easie price And yet deere too because I bought mine owne Aron I goe Andronicus and for thy hand Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee Their heads I meane Oh how this villany Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it Let fooles doe good and faire men call for
houseeeues because they are lecherous The Duke yet would haue darke deeds darkelie answered hee would neuer bring them to light would hee were return'd Marrie this Claudio is condemned for vntrussing Farwell good Friar I prethee pray for me The Duke I say to thee againe would eate Mutton on Fridaies He 's now past it yet and I say to thee hee would mouth with a beggar though she smelt browne-bread and Garlicke say that I said so Farewell Exit Duke No might nor greatnesse in mortality Can censure scape Back-wounding calumnie The whitest vertue strikes What King so strong Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong But who comes heere Enter Escalus Prouost and Bawd Esc Go away with her to prison Bawd Good my Lord be good to mee your Honor is accounted a mercifull man good my Lord. Esc Double and trebble admonition and still forfeite in the same kinde This would make mercy sweare and play the Tirant Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance may it please your Honor. Bawd My Lord this is one Lucio's information against me Mistris Kate Keepe-downe was with childe by him in the Dukes time he promis'd her marriage his Childe is a yeere and a quarter olde come Philip and Iacob I haue kept it my selfe and see how hee goes about to abuse me Esc That fellow is a fellow of much License Let him be call'd before vs. Away with her to prison Goe too no more words Prouost my Brother Angelo will not be alter'd Claudio must die to morrow Let him be furnish'd with Diuines and haue all charitable preparation If my brother wrought by my pitie it should not be so with him Pro. So please you this Friar hath beene with him and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death Esc Good'euen good Father Duke Blisse and goodnesse on you Esc Of whence are you Duke Not of this Countrie though my chance is now To vse it for my time I am a brother Of gracious Order late come from the Sea In speciall businesse from his Holinesse Esc What newes abroad i' th World Duke None but that there is so great a Feauor on goodnesse that the dissolution of it must cure it Noueltie is onely in request and as it is as dangerous to be aged in any kinde of course as it is vertuous to be constant in any vndertaking There is scarse truth enough aliue to make Societies secure but Securitie enough to make Fellowships accurst Much vpon this riddle runs the wisedome of the world This newes is old enough yet it is euerie daies newes I pray you Sir of what disposition was the Duke Esc One that aboue all other strifes Contended especially to know himselfe Duke What pleasure was he giuen to Esc Rather reioycing to see another merry then merrrie at anie thing which profest to make him reioice A Gentleman of all temperance But leaue wee him to his euents with a praier they may proue prosperous let me desire to know how you finde Claudio prepar'd I am made to vnderstand that you haue lent him visitation Duke He professes to haue receiued no sinister measure from his Iudge but most willingly humbles himselfe to the determination of Iustice yet had he framed to himselfe by the instruction of his frailty manie deceyuing promises of life which I by my good leisure haue discredited to him and now is he resolu'd to die Esc You haue paid the heauens your Function and the prisoner the verie debt of your Calling I haue labour'd for the poore Gentleman to the extremest shore of my modestie but my brother-Iustice haue I found so seuere that he hath forc'd me to tell him hee is indeede Iustice Duke If his owne life Answere the straitnesse of his proceeding It shall become him well wherein if he chance to faile he hath sentenc'd himselfe Esc I am going to visit the prisoner Fare you well Duke Peace be with you He who the sword of Heauen will beare Should be as holy as seueare Patterne in himselfe to know Grace to stand and Vertue go More nor lesse to others paying Then by selfe-offences weighing Shame to him whose cruell striking Kils for faults of his owne liking Twice trebble shame on Angelo To vveede my vice and let his grow Oh what may Man within him hide Though Angel on the outward side How may likenesse made in crimes Making practise on the Times To draw with ydle Spiders strings Most ponderous and substantiall things Craft against vice I must applie With Angelo to night shall lye His old betroathed but despised So disguise shall by th' disguised Pay with falshood falfe exacting And performe an olde contracting Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Mariana and Boy singing Song Take oh take those lips away that so sweetly were for sworne And those eyes the breake of day lights that doe mislead the Morne But my kisses bring againe bring againe Seales of loue but seal'd in vaine seal'd in vaine Enter Duke Mar. Breake off thy song and haste thee quick away Here comes a man of comfort whose aduice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent I cry you mercie Sir and well could wish You had not found me here so musicall Let me excuse me and beleeue me so My mirth it much displeas'd but pleas'd my woe Duk. 'T is good though Musick oft hath such a charme To make bad good and good prouoake to harme I pray you tell me hath any body enquir'd for mee here to day much vpon this time haue I promis'd here to meete Mar. You haue not bin enquir'd after I haue sat here all day Enter Isabell Duk. I doe constantly beleeue you the time is come euen now I shall craue your forbearance a little may be I will call vpon you anone for some aduantage to your selfe Mar. I am alwayes bound to you Exit Duk. Very well met and well come What is the newes from this good Deputie Isab He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke Whose westerne side is with a Vineyard back't And to that Vineyard is a planched gate That makes his opening with this bigger Key This other doth command a little doore Which from the Vineyard to the Garden leades There haue I made my promise vpon the Heauy midle of the night to call vpon him Duk. But shall you on your knowledge find this way Isab I haue t'ane a due and wary note vpon 't With whispering and most guiltie diligence In action all of precept he did show me The way twice ore Duk. Are there no other tokens Betweene you 'greed concerning her obseruance Isab No none but onely a repaire i th' darke And that I haue possest him my most stay Can be but briefe for I haue made him know I haue a Seruant comes with me along That staies vpon me whose perswasion is I come about my Brother Duk. 'T is well borne vp I haue not yet made knowne to Mariana Enter Mariana A word of this what hoa within come forth I
did beget vs both And were our father and this sonne like him O old sir Robert Father on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee K. Iohn Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face The accent of his tongue affecteth him Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne In the large composition of this man K. Iohn Mine eye hath well examined his parts And findes them perfect Richard sirra speake What doth moue you to claime your brotherâ— lâ—d Philip. Because he hath a half 〈◊〉 like my 〈◊〉 With halfe that face would he haue all my â—and A halfe-fac'd groaâ— fiue hundred pound a yeere Rob. My gracious Liege when that my father liu'd Your brother did imploy my father much Phil. Well sir by this you cannot get my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie To Germany there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time Th' aduantage of his absence tooke the King And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers Where how he did preuaile I shame to speake But truth is truth large lengths of seas and shores Betweene my father and my mother lay As I haue heard my father speake himselfe When this same lusty gentleman was got Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me and tooke it on his death That this my mothers sonne was none of his And if he were he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the course of time Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine My fathers land as was my fathers will K. Iohn Sirra your brother is Legittimate Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him And if she did play false the fault was hers Which fault lyes on the hazards of all husbands That marry wiues tell me how if my brother Who as you say tooke paines to get this sonne Had of your father claim'd this sonne for his Insooth good friend your father might haue kept This Calfe bred from his Cow from all the world Insooth he might then if he were my brothers My brother might not claime him nor your father Being none of his refuse him this concludes My mothers sonne did get your fathers heyre Your fathers heyre must haue your fathers land Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force To dispossesse that childe which is not his Phil. Of no more force to dispossesse me sir Then was his will to get me as I think Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother to enioy thy land Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion Lord of thy presence and no land beside Bast Madam and if my brother had my shape And I had his sir Roberts his like him And if my legs were two such riding rods My armes such eele skins stuft my face so thin That in mine eare I duâ—st not sticke a rose Lest men should say looke where three farthings goes And to his shape were heyre to all this land Would I might neuer stirre from off this place I would giue it euery foot to haue this face It would not be sir nobbe in any case Elinor I like thee well wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him and follow me I am a Souldier and now bound to France Bast Brother take you my land I le take my chance Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yâ—ere Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 't is deere Madam I le follow you vnto the death Elinor Nay I would haue you go before me thither Bast Our Country manners giue our betters way K. Iohn What iâ— thy name Bast Philip â—y Liege so is my name begun Philip good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne K. Iohn From henceforth beare his name Whose for me thou bearest Kneele thou downe Philip but rise more great Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet Bast Brother by th' mothers side giue me your hand My father gaue me honor yours gaue land Now blessed be the houre by night or day When I was got Sir Robert was away Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet I am thy grandame Richard call me so Bast Madam by chance but not by truth what tho Something about a little from the right In at the window or else ore the hatch Who dares not stirre by day must walke by night And haue is haue how euer men doe catch Neere or farre off well wonne is still well shot And I am I how ere I was begot K. Iohn Goe Faulconbridge now hast thou thy desire A landlesse Knight makes thee a landed Squire Come Madam and come Richard we must speed For France for France for it is more then need Bast Brother adieu good fortune come to thee For thou wast got i' th way of honesty Exeunt all but bastard Bast A foot of Honor better then I was But many a many foot of Land the worse Well now can I make any Ioane a Lady Good den Sir Richard God a mercy fellow And if his name be George I le call him Peter For new made honor doth forget mens names 'T is two respectiue and too sociable For your conuersion now your traueller Hee and his tooth-picke at my worships messe And when my knightly stomacke is suffis'd Why then I sucke my teeth and catechize My picked man of Countries my deare sir Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin I shall beseech you that is question now And then comes answer like an Absey booke O sir sayes answer at your best command At your employment at your seruice sir No sir saies question I sweet sir at yours And so ere answer knowes what question would Sauing in Dialogue of Complement And talking of the Alpes and Appenines The Perennean and the riuer Poe It drawes toward fupper in conclusion so But this is worshipfull society And fits the mounting spirit like my selfe For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoake of obseruation And so am I whether I smacke or no And not alone in habit and deuice Exterior forme outward accoutrement But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet sweet sweet poyson for the ages tooth Which though I will not practice to deceiue Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising But who comes in such haste in riding robes What woman post is this hath she no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her O me 't is my mother how now good Lady What brings you heere to Court so hastily Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney Lady Where is that slaue thy brother where is he That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe Bast My brother Robert old Sir Roberts sonne Colbrand the Gyant that same mighty man Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so Lady Sir Roberts sonne I thou vnreuerend boy Sir Roberts sonne why scorn'st
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
Sorrow breakes Seasons and reposing houres Makes the Night Morning and the Noon-tide night Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories An outward Honor for an inward Toyle And for vnfelt Imaginations They often feele a world of restlesse Cares So that betweene their Titles and low Name There 's nothing differs but the outward fame Enter two Murtherers 1. Mur. Ho who 's heere Bra. What would'st thou Fellow And how camm'st thou hither 2. Mur. I would speak with Clarence and I came hither on my Legges Bra. What so breefe 1. 'T is better Sir then to be tedious Let him see our Commission and talke no more Reads Bra. I am in this commanded to deliuer The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is meant heereby Because I will be guiltlesse from the meaning There lies the Duke asleepe and there the Keyes I le to the King and signifie to him That thus I haue resign'd to you my charge Exit 1 You may sir 't is a point of wisedome Far you well 2 What shall we stab him as he sleepes 1 No hee 'l say 't was done cowardly when he wakes 2 Why he shall neuer wake vntill the great Iudgement day 1 Why then hee 'l say we stab'd him sleeping 2 The vrging of that word Iudgement hath bred a kinde of remorse in me 1 What art thou affraid 2 Not to kill him hauing a Warrant But to be damn'd for killing him from the which No Warrant can defend me 1 I thought thou had'st bin resolute 2 So I am to let him liue 1 I le backe to the Duke of Glouster and tell him so 2 Nay I prythee stay a little I hope this passionate humor of mine will change It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty 1 How do'st thou feele thy selfe now 2 Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet within mee 1 Remember our Reward when the deed 's done 2 Come he dies I had forgot the Reward 1 Where 's thy conscience now 2 O in the Duke of Glousters purse 1 When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward thy Conscience flyes out 2 'T is no matter let it goe There 's few or none will entertaine it 1 What if it come to thee againe 2 I le not meddle with it it makes a man a Coward A man cannot steale but it accuseth him A man cannot Sweare but it Checkes him A man cannot lye with his Neighbours Wife but it detects him 'T is a blushing shamefac'd spirit that mutinies in a mans bosome It filles a man full of Obstacles It made me once restore a Pursse of Gold that by chance I found It beggars any man that keepes it It is turn'd out of Townes and Citties for a dangerous thing and euery man that means to liue well endeuours to trust to himselfe and liue vvithout it 1 'T is euen now at my elbow perswading me not to kill the Dkue 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh 1 I am strong fram'd he cannot preuaile with me 2 Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation Come shall we fall to worke 1 Take him on the Costard with the hiltes of thy Sword and then throw him into the Malmesey-Butte in the next roome 2 O excellent deuice and make a sop of him 1 Soft he wakes 2 Strike 1 No wee 'l reason with him Cla. Where art thou Keeper Giue me a cup of wine 2 You shall haue Wine enough my Lord anon Cla. In Gods name what art thou 1 A man as you are Cla. But not as I am Royall 1 Nor you as we are Loyall Cla. Thy voice is Thunder but thy looks are humble 1 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speake Your eyes do menace me why looke you pale Who sent you hither Wherefore do you come 2 To to to Cla. To murther me Both. I I. Cla. You scarsely haue the hearts to tell me so And therefore cannot haue the hearts to do it Wherein my Friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shall be reconcil'd to him againe 2 Neuer my Lord therefore prepare to dye Cla. Are you drawne forth among a world of men To slay the innocent What is my offence Where is the Euidence that doth accuse me What lawfull Quest haue giuen their Verdict vp Vnto the frowning Iudge Or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of Law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope for any goodnesse That you depart and lay no hands on me The deed you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will do we do vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is our King Cla. Erroneous Vassals the great King of Kings Hath in the Table of his Law commanded That thou shalt do no murther Will you then Spurne at his Edict and fulfill a Mans Take heed for he holds Vengeance in his hand To hurle vpon their heads that breake his Law 2 And that same Vengeance doth he hurle on thee For false Forswearing and for murther too Thou did'st receiue the Sacrament to fight In quarrell of the House of Lancaster 1 And like a Traitor to the name of God Did'st breake that Vow and with thy treacherous blade Vnrip'st the Bowels of thy Sou'raignes Sonne 2 Whom thou was 't sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in such deere degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my Brother for his sake He sends you not to murther me for this For in that sinne he is as deepe as I. If God will be auenged for the deed O know you yet he doth it publiquely Take not the quarrell from his powrefull arme He needs no indirect or lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was strucke dead by thee Cla. My Brothers loue the Diuell and my Rage 1 Thy Brothers Loue our Duty and thy Faults Prouoke vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. If you do loue my Brother hate not me I am his Brother and I loue him well If you are hyr'd for meed go backe againe And I will send you to my Brother Glouster Who shall reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd Your Brother Glouster hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deere Go you to him from me 1 I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our Princely Father Yorke Blest his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme He little thought of this diuided Friendship Bid Glouster thinke on this and he will weepe 1 I Milstones as he lessoned
King Two of thy whelpes fell Curs of bloody kind Haue heere bereft my brother of his life Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them Tamo What are they in this pit Oh wondrous thing How easily murder is discouered Tit. High Emperour vpon my feeble knee I beg this boone with teares not lightly shed That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes Accursed if the faults be prou'd in them King If it be prou'd you see it is apparant Who found this Letter Tamora was it you Tamora Andronicus himselfe did take it vp Tit. I did my Lord Yet let me be their baile For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow They shall be ready at your Highnes will To answere their suspition with their liues King Thou shalt not baile them see thou follow me Some bring the murthered body some the murtherers Let them not speake a word the guilt is plaine For by my soule were there worse end then death That end vpon them should be executed Tamo Andronicus I will entreat the King Feare not thy Sonnes they shall do well enough Tit. Come Lucius come Stay not to talke with them Exeunt Enter the Empresse Sonnes with Lauinia her hands cut off and her tongue cut out and rauisht Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake Who t' was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee Chi. Write downe thy mind bewray thy meaning so And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe Dem. See how with signes and tokens she can scowle Chi. Goe home Call for sweet water wash thy hands Dem. She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wash And so let 's leaue her to her silent walkes Chi. And t' were my cause I should goe hang my selfe Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord Exeunt Winde Hornes Enter Marcus from hunting to Lauinia Who is this my Neece that flies away so fast Cosen a word where is your husband If I do dreame would all my wealth would wake me If I doe wake some Planet strike me downe That I may slumber in eternall sleepe Speake gentle Neece what sterne vngentle hands Hath lopt and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments Whose circkling shadowes Kings haue sought to sleep in And might not gaine so great a happines As halfe thy Loue Why doost not speake to me Alas a Crimson riuer of warme blood Like to a bubling fountaine stir'd with winde Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips Comming and going with thy hony breath But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee And least thou should'st detect them cut thy tongue Ah now thou turn'st away thy face for shame And notwithstanding all this losse of blood As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud Shall I speake for thee shall I say 't is so Oh that I knew thy hart and knew the beast That I might raile at him to ease my mind Sorrow concealed like an Ouen stopt Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is Faire Philomela she but lost her tongue And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde But louely Neece that meane is cut from thee A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could haue better sowed then Philomel Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute And make the silken strings delight to kisse them He would not then haue toucht them for his life Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony Which that sweet tongue hath made He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete Come let vs goe and make thy father blinde For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades What will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes Doe not draw backe for we will mourne with thee Oh could our mourning ease thy misery Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound passing on the Stage to the place of execution and Titus going before pleading Ti. Heare me graue fathers noble Tribunes stay For pitty of mine age whose youth was spent In dangerous warres whilst you securely slept For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht And for these bitter teares which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes Whose soules is not corrupted as 't is thought For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept Because they died in honours lofty bed Andronicus lyeth downe and the Iudges passe by him For these Tribunes in the dust I write My harts deepe languor and my soules sad teares Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite My sonnes sweet blood will make it shame and blush O earth I will be friend thee more with raine Exeunt That shall distill from these two ancient ruines Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres In summers drought I le drop vpon thee still In Winter with warme teares I le melt the snow And keepe erernall spring time on thy face So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood Enter Lucius with his weapon drawne Oh reuerent Tribunes oh gentle aged men Vnbinde my sonnes reuerse the doome of death And let me say that neuer wept before My teares are now preualing Oratours Lu. Oh noble father you lament in vaine The Tribunes heare not no man is by And you recount your sorrowes to a stone Ti. Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead Graue Tribunes once more I intreat of you Lu. My gracious Lord no Tribune heares you speake Ti. Why 't is no matter man if they did heare They would not marke me oh if they did heare They would not pitty me Therefore I tell my sorrowes bootles to the stones Who though they cannot answere my distresse Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes For that they will not intercept my tale When I doe weepe they humbly at my feete Receiue my teares and seeme to weepe with me And were they but attired in graue weedes Rome could afford no Tribune like to these A stone is as soft waxe Tribunes more hard then stones A stone is silent and offendeth not And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawne Lu. To rescue my two brothers from their death For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st My euerlasting doome of banishment Ti. O happy man they haue befriended thee Why foolish Lucius dost thou not perceiue That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers Tigers must pray and Rome affords no prey But me and and mine how happy art thou then From these deuourers to be banished But who comes with our brother Marcus
Fortinbras who by a Seal'd Compact Well ratified by Law and Heraldrie Did forfeite with his life all those his Lands Which he stood seiz'd on to the Conqueror Against the which a Moity competent Was gaged by our King which had return'd To the Inheritance of Fortinbras Had he bin Vanquisher as by the same Cou'nant And carriage of the Article designe His fell to Hamlet Now sir young Fortinbras Of vnimproued Mettle hot and full Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes For Foode and Diet to some Enterprize That hath a stomacke in 't which is no other And it doth well appeare vnto our State But to recouer of vs by strong hand And termes Compulsatiue those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost and this I take it Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations The Sourse of this our Watch and the cheefe head Of this post-hast and Romage in the Land Enter Ghost againe But soft behold Loe where it comes againe I le crosse it though it blast me Stay Illusion If thou hast any sound or vse of Voyce Speake to me If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me speak to me If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate Which happily foreknowing may auoyd Oh speake Or if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth For which they say you Spirits oft walke in death Speake of it Stay and speake Stop it Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike at ir with my Partizan Hor. Do if it will not stand Barn 'T is heere Hor. 'T is heere Mar. 'T is gone Exit Ghost We do it wrong being so Maiesticall To offer it the shew of Violence For it is as the Ayre invulnerable And our vaine blowes malicious Mockery Barn It was about to speake when the Cocke crew Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons I haue heard The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate Awake the God of Day and at his warning Whether in Sea or Fire in Earth or Ayre Th' extrauagant and erring Spirit hyes To his Confine And of the truth heerein This present Obiect made probation Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke Some sayes that euer ' gainst that Season comes Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long And then they say no Spirit can walke abroad The nights are wholsome then no Planets strike No Faiery talkes nor Witch hath power to Charme So hallow'd and so gracious is the time Hor. So haue I heard and do in part beleeue it But looke the Morne in Russet mantle clad Walkes o're the dew of you high Easterne Hill Breake we our Watch vp and by my aduice Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet For vpon my life This Spirit dumbe to vs will speake to him Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it As needfull in our Loues fitting our Duty Mar. Let do 't I pray and I this morning know Where we shall finde him most conueniently Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Claudius King of Denmarke Gertrude the Queene Hamlet Polonius Laertes and his Sister Ophelia Lords Attendant King Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death The memory be greene and that it vs befitted To beare our hearts in greefe and our whole Kingdome To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him Together with remembrance of our selues Therefore our sometimes Sister now our Queen Th' Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State Haue we as 't were with a defeated ioy With one Auspicious and one Dropping eye With mirth in Funerall and with Dirge in Marriage In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife nor haue we heerein barr'd Your better Wisedomes which haue freely gone With this affaire along for all our Thankes Now followes that you know young Fortinbras Holding a weake supposall of our worth Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death Our State to be disioynt and out of Frame Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother So much for him Enter Voltemand and Cornelius Now for our selfe and for this time of meeting Thus much the businesse is We haue heere writ To Norway Vncle of young Fortinbras Who Impotent and Bedrid scarsely heares Of this his Nephewes purpose to suppresse His further gate heerein In that the Leuies The Lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect and we heere dispatch You good Cornelius and you Voltemand For bearing of this greeting to old Norway Giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow Farewell and let your hast commend your duty Volt. In that and all things will we shew our duty King We doubt it nothing heartily farewell Exit Voltemand and Cornelius And now Laertes what 's the newes with you You told vs of some suite What is' t Laertes You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane And loose your voyce What would'st thou beg Laertes That shall not be my Offer not thy Asking The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father What would'st thou haue Laertes Laer. Dread my Lord Your leaue and fauour to returne to France From whence though willingly I came to Denmarke To shew my duty in your Coronation Yet now I must confesse that duty done My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon King Haue you your Fathers leaue What sayes Pollonius Pol. He hath my Lord I do beseech you giue him leaue to go King Take thy faire houre Laertes time be thine And thy best graces spend it at thy will But now my Cosin Hamlet and my Sonne Ham. A little more then kin and lesse then kinde King How is it that the Clouds still hang on you Ham. Not so my Lord I am too much i' th' Sun Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke Do not for euer with thy veyled lids Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust Thou know'st 't is common all that liues must dye Passing through Nature to Eternity Ham. I Madam it is common Queen If it be Why seemes it so particular with thee Ham. Seemes Madam Nay it is I know not Seemes 'T is not alone my Inky Cloake good Mother Nor Custōmary suites of solemne Blacke Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath No nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage Together
What cheere Mast Good Speake to th' Mariners fall too 't yarely or we run our selues a ground bestirre bestirre Exit Enter Mariners Botes Heigh my hearts cheerely cheerely my harts yare yare Take in the toppe-sale Tend to th' Masters whistle Blow till thou burst thy winde if roome enough Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Ferdinando Gonzalo and others Alon. Good Boteswainâ— haue care where 's the Master Play the men Botes I pray now keepe below Auth. Where is the Master Boson Botes Do you not heare him you marre our labour Keepe your Cabines you do assist the storme Gonz. Nay good be patient Botes When the Sea is hence what cares these roarers for the name of King to Cabine silence trouble vs not Gon. Good yet remember whom thou hast aboord Botes None that I more loue then my selfe You are a Counsellor if you can command these Elements to silence and worke the peace of the present wee will not hand a rope more vse your authoritie If you cannot giue thankes you haue liu'd so long and make your selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the houre if it so hap Cheerely good hearts out of our way I say Exit Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him his complexion is perfect Gallowes stand fast good Fate to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable for our owne doth little aduantage If he be not borne to bee hang'd our case is miserable Exit Enter Boteswaine Botes Downe with the top-Mast yare lower lower bring her to Try with Maine-course A plague A cry within Enter Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo vpon this howling they are lowder then the weather or our office yet againe What do you heere Shal we giue ore and drowne haue you a minde to sinke Sebas A poxe o' your throat you bawling blasphemous incharitable Dog Botes Worke you then Anth. Hang cur hang you whoreson insolent Noysemaker we are lesse afraid to be drownde then thou art Gonz. I 'le warrant him for drowning though the Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell and as leaky as an vnstanched wench Botes Lay her a hold a hold set her two courses off to Sea againe lay her off Enter Mariners wet Mari. All lost to prayers to prayers all lost Botes What must our mouths be cold Gonz. The King and Prince at prayers let 's assist them for our case is as theirs Sebas I' am out of patience An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards This wide-chopt-rascall would thou mightst lye drowning the washing of ten Tides Gonz. Hee 'l be hang'd yet Though euery drop of water sweare against it And gape at widst to glut him A confused noyse within Mercy on vs. We split we split Farewell my wife and children Farewell brother we split we split we split Anth. Let 's all sinke with ' King Seb. Let 's take leaue of him Exit Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea for an Acre of barren ground Long heath Browne firrs any thing the wills aboue be done but I would faine dye a dry death Exit Scena Secunda Enter Prospero and Miranda Mira. If by your Art my deerest father you haue Put the wild waters in this Roâ—e alay them The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch But that the Sea mounting to th' welkins cheeke Dashes the fire out Oh! I haue suffered With those that I saw suffer A braue vessell Who had no doubt some noble creature in her Dash'd all to peeces O the cry did knocke Against my very heart poore soules they perish'd Had I byn any God of power I would Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth or ere It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd and The fraughting Soules within her Pros Be collected No more amazement Tell your pitteous heart there 's no harme done Mira. O woe the day Pros No harme I haue done nothing but in care of thee Of thee my deere one thee my daughter who Art ignorant of what thou art naught knowing Of whence I am nor that I am more better Then Prospero Master of a full poore cell And thy no greater Father Mira. More to know Did neuer medle with my thoughts Pros 'T is time I should informe thee farther Lend thy hand And plucke my Magick garment from me So Lye there my Art wipe thou thine eyes haue comfort The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd The very vertue of compassion in thee I haue with such prouision in mine Art So safely ordered that there is no soule No not so much perdition as an hayre Betid to any creature in the vessell Which thou heardst cry which thou saw'st sinke Sit downe For thou must now know farther Mira. You haue often Begun to tell me what I am but stopt And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition Concluding stay not yet Pros The howr's now come The very minute byds thee ope thine care Obey and be attentiue Canst thou remember A time before we came vnto this Cell I doe not thinke thou canst for then thou was 't not Out three yeeres old Mira. Certainely Sir I can Pros By what by any other house or person Of any thing the Image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance Mira. 'T is farre off And rather like a dreame then an assurance That my remembrance warrants Had I not Fowre or fiue women once that tended me Pros Thou hadst and more Miranda But how is it That this liues in thy minde What seest thou els In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'st here thou maist Mira. But that I doe not Pros Twelue yere since Miranda twelue yere since Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and A Prince of power Mira. Sir are not you my Father Pros Thy Mother was a peece of vertue and She said thou wast my daughter and thy father Was Duke of Millaine and his onely heire And Princesse no worse Issued Mira. O the heauens What fowle play had we that we came from thence Or blessed was 't we did Pros Both both my Girle By fowle-play as thou saist were we heau'd thence But blessedly holpe hither Mira. O my heart bleedes To thinke o th' teene that I haue turn'd you to Which is from my remembrance please you farther Pros My brother and thy vncle call'd Anthonio I pray thee marke me that a brother should Be so perfidious he whom next thy selfe Of all the world I lou'd and to him put The mannage of my state as at that time Through all the signories it was the first And Prospero the prime Duke being so reputed In dignity and for the liberall Artes Without a paralell those being all my studie The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother And to my State grew stranger being transported And rapt in secret studies thy false vncle Do'st thou attend me Mira. Sir most heedefully Pros Being once perfected how
I pray you pardon me Pray hartly pardon me Page Let 's go in Gentlemen but trust me we 'l mock him I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast after we 'll a Birding together I haue a fine Hawke for the bush Shall it be so Ford. Any thing Eu. If there is one I shall make two in the Companie Ca. If there be one or two I shall make-a-theturd Ford. Pray you go M. Page Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowsie knaue mine Host Cai. Dat is good by gar withall my heart Eua. A lowsie knaue to haue his gibes and his mockeries Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Fenton Anne Page Shallow Slender Quickly Page Mist Page Fen I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue Therefore no more turne me to him sweet Nan. Anne Alas how then Fen. Why thou must be thy selfe He doth obiect I am too great of birth And that my state being gall'd with my expence I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth Besides these other barres he layes before me My Riots past my wilde Societies And tels me 't is a thing impossible I should loue thee but as a property An. May be he tels you true No heauen so speed me in my time to come Albeit I will confesse thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee Anne Yet wooing thee I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold or summes in sealed bagges And 't is the very riches of thy selfe That now I ayme at An. Gentle M. Fenton Yet seeke my Fathers loue still seeke it sir If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it why then harke you hither Shal. Breake their talke Mistris Quickly My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe Slen. I le make a shaft or a bolt on 't slid t is but venturing Shal. Be not dismaid Slen. No she shall not dismay me I care not for that but that I am affeard Qui. Hark ye M. Slender would speak a word with you An. I come to him This is my Fathers choice O what a world of vilde ill-fauour'd faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere Qui. And how do's good Master Fenton Pray you a word with you Shal. Shee 's comming to her Coz O boy thou hadst a father Slen. I had a father M. An my vncle can tel you good iests of him pray you Vncle tel Mist Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen good Vnckle Shal. Mistris Anne my Cozen loues you Slen. I that I do as well as I loue any woman in Glocestershire Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman Slen. I that I will come cut and long-taile vnder the degree of a Squire Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture Anne Good Maister Shallow let him woo for himselfe Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it I thanke you for that good comfort she cals you Coz I le leaue you Anne Now Master Slender Slen. Now good Mistris Anne Anne What is your will Slen. My will Odd's-hart-lings that 's a prettie iest indeede I ne're made my Will yet I thanke Heauen I am not such a sickely creature I giue Heauen praise Anne I meane M. Slender what wold you with me Slen. Truely for mine owne part I would little or nothing with you your father and my vncle hath made motion if it be my lucke so if not happy man bee his dole they can tell you how things go better then I can you may aske your father heere he comes Page Now M r Slender Loue him daughter Anne Why how now What does M r Fenter here You wrong me Sir thus still to haunt my house I told you Sir my daughter is disposd of Fen. Nay M r Page be not impatient Mist Page Good M. Fenton come not to my child Page She is no match for you Fen. Sir will you heare me Page No good M. Fenton Come M. Shallow Come sonne Slender in Knowing my minde you wrong me M. Fenton Qui. Speake to Mistris Page Fen. Good Mist Page for that I loue your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do Perforce against all checkes rebukes and manners I must aduance the colours of my loue And not retire Let me haue your good will An. Good mother do not marry me to yond foole Mist Page I meane it not I seeke you a better husband Qui. That 's my master M. Doctor An. Alas I had rather be set quick i' th earth And bowl'd to death with Turnips Mist Page Come trouble not your selfe good M. Fenton I will not be your friend nor enemy My daughter will I question how she loues you And as I finde her so am I affected Till then farewell Sir she must needs go in Her father will be angry Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris farewell Nan. Qui. This is my doing now Nay saide I will you cast away your childe on a Foole and a Physitian Looke on M. Fenton this is my doing Fen. I thanke thee and I pray thee once to night Giue my sweet Nan this Ring there 's for thy paines Qui. Now heauen send thee good fortune a kinde heart he hath a woman would run through fire water for such a kinde heart But yet I would my Maister had Mistris Anne or I would M. Slender had her or in sooth I would M. Fenton had her I will do what I can for them all three for so I haue promisd and I le bee as good as my word but speciously for M. Fenton Well I must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two Mistresses what a beast am I to slacke it Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Falstaffe Bardolfe Quickly Ford. Fal. Bardolfe I say Bar. Heere Sir Fal. Go fetch me a quart of Sacke put a tost in 't Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butchers Offall and to be throwne in the Thames Wel if I be seru'd such another tricke I le haue my braines ' tane out and butter'd and giue them to a dogge for a New-yeares gift The rogues slighted me into the riuer with as little remorse as they would haue drown'de a blinde bitches Puppies fifteene i' th litter and you may know by my size that I haue a kinde of alacrity in sinking if the bottome were as deepe as hell I shold down I had beene drown'd but that the shore was sheluy and shallow a death that I abhorre for the water swelles a man and what a thing should I haue beene when I had beene swel'd I should haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie Bar. Here 's M. Quickly Sir to speake with you Fal. Come let me poure in some Sack to the Thames water for my bellies as cold as if I had swallow'd snow-bals for pilles to coole the reines Call her in Bar. Come in woman Qui. By your leaue I cry you mercy Giue your worship good morrow Fal. Take away these Challices Go brew me a
renouncement an imortall spirit And to be talk'd with in sincerity As with a Saint Isa You doe blaspheme the good in mocking me Luc. Doe not beleeue it fewnes and truth t is thus Your brother and his louer haue embrac'd As those that feed grow full as blossoming Time That from the seednes the bare fallow brings To teeming foyson euen so her plenteous wombe Expresseth his full Tilth and husbandry Isa Some one with childe by him my cosen Iuliet Luc. Is she your cosen Isa Adoptedly as schoole-maids change their names By vaine though apt affection Luc. She it is Isa Oh let him marry her Luc. This is the point The Duke is very strangely gone from hence Bore many gentlemen my selfe being one In hand and hope of action but we doe learne By those that know the very Nerues of State His giuing-out were of an infinite distance From his true meant designe vpon his place And with full line of his authority Gouernes Lord Angelo A man whose blood Is very snow-broth one who neuer feeles The wanton stings and motions of the sence But doth rebate and blunt his naturall edge With profits of the minde Studie and fast He to giue feare to vse and libertie Which haue for long run-by the hideous law As Myce by Lyons hath pickt out an act Vnder whose heauy sence your brothers life Fals into forfeit he arrests him on it And followes close the rigor of the Statute To make him an example all hope is gone Vnlesse you haue the grace by your faire praier To soften Angelo And that 's my pith of businesse 'Twixt you and your poore brother Isa Doth he so Seeke his life Luc. Has censur'd him already And as I heare the Prouost hath a warrant For 's execution Isa Alas what poore Abilitie's in me to doe him good Luc. Assay the powre you haue Isa My power alas I doubt Luc. Our doubts are traitors And makes vs loose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt Goe to Lord Angelo And let him learne to know when Maidens sue Men giue like gods but when they weepe and kneele All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselues would owe them Isa I le see what I can doe Luc. But speedily Isa I will about it strait No longer staying but to giue the Mother Notice of my affaire I humbly thanke you Commend me to my brother soone at night I le send him certaine word of my successe Luc. I take my leaue of you Isa Good sir adieu Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Angelo Escalus and seruants Iustice Ang. We must not make a scar-crow of the Law Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey And let it keepe one shape till custome make it Their pearch and not their terror Esc I but yet Let vs be keene and rather cut a little Then fall and bruise to death alas this gentleman Whom I would saue had a most noble father Let but your honour know Whom I beleeue to be most strait in vertue That in the working of your owne affections Had time coheard with Place or place with wishing Or that the resolute acting of our blood Could haue attained th' effect of your owne purpose Whether you had not sometime in your life Er'd in this point which now you censure him And puld the Law vpon you Ang. 'T is one thing to be tempted Escalus Another thing to fall I not deny The Iury passing on the Prisoners life May in the sworne-twelue haue a thiefe or two Guiltier then him they try what 's open made to Iustice That Iustice ceizes What knowes the Lawes That theeues do passe on theeues 'T is very pregnant The Iewell that we finde we stoope and take 't Because we see it but what we doe not see We tread vpon and neuer thinke of it You may not so extenuate his offence For I haue had such faults but rather tell me When I that censure him do so offend Let mine owne Iudgement patterne out my death And nothing come in partiall Sir he must dye Enter Prouost Esc Be it as your wisedome will Ang. Where is the Prouost Pro. Here if it like your honour Ang. See that Claudio Be executed by nine to morrow morning Bring him his Confessor let him be prepar'd For that 's the vtmost of his pilgrimage Esc Well heauen forgiue him and forgiue vs all Some rise by sinne and some by vertue fall Some run from brakes of Ice and answere none And some condemned for a fault alone Enter Elbow Froth Clowne Officers Elb. Come bring them away if these be good people in a Common-weale that doe nothing but vse their abuses in common houses I know no law bring them away Ang. How now Sir what 's your name And what 's the matter Elb. If it please your honour I am the poore Dukes Constable and my name is Elbow I doe leane vpon Iustice Sir and doe bring in here before your good honor two notorious Benefactors Ang. Benefactors Well What Benefactors are they Are they not Malefactors Elb. If it please your honour I know not well what they are But precise villaines they are that I am sure of and void of all prophanation in the world that good Christians ought to haue Esc This comes off well here 's a wise Officer Ang. Goe to What quality are they of Elbow is your name Why do'st thou not speake Elbow Clo. He cannot Sir he 's out at Elbow Ang. What are you Sir Elb. He Sir a Tapster Sir parcell Baud one that serues a bad woman whose house Sir was as they say pluckt downe in the Suborbs and now shee professes a hot-house which I thinke is a very ill house too Esc How know you that Elb. My wife Sir whom I detest before heauen and your honour Esc How thy wife Elb. I Sir whom I thanke heauen is an honest woman Esc Do'st thou detest her therefore Elb. I say sir I will detest my selfe also as well as she that this house if it be not a Bauds house it is pitty of her life for it is a naughty house Esc How do'st thou know that Constable Elb. Marry sir by my wife who if she had bin a woman Cardinally giuen might haue bin accus'd in fornication adultery and all vncleanlinesse there Esc By the womans meanes Elb. I sir by Mistris Ouer-dons meanes but as she spit in his face so she defide him Clo. Sir if it please your honor this is not so Elb. Proue it before these varlets here thou honorable man proue it Esc Doe you heare how he misplaces Clo. Sir she came in great with childe and longing sauing your honors reuerence for stewd prewyns sir we had but two in the house which at that very distant time stood as it were in a fruit dish a dish of some three pence your honours haue seene such dishes they are not China-dishes but very good dishes Esc Go too go too no matter for the dish
with a thought that more depends on it then we must yet deliuer Thus faile not to doe your Office as you will answere it at your perill What say you to this Sir Duke What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in th' afternoone Pro. A Bohemian borne But here nurst vp bred One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old Duke How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliuer'd him to his libertie or executed him I haue heard it was euer his manner to do so Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord Angelo came not to an vndoubtfull proofe Duke It is now apparant Pro. Most manifest and not denied by himselfe Duke Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison How seemes he to be touch'd Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleepe carelesse wreaklesse and fearelesse of what 's past present or to come insensible of mortality and desperately mortall Duke He wants aduice Pro. He wil heare none he hath euermore had the liberty of the prison giue him leaue to escape hence hee would not Drunke many times a day if not many daies entirely drunke We haue verie oft awak'd him as if to carrie him to execution and shew'd him a seeming warrant for it it hath not moued him at all Duke More of him anon There is written in your brow Prouost honesty and constancie if I reade it not truly my ancient skill beguiles me but in the boldnes of my cunning I will lay my selfe in hazard Claudio whom heere you haue warrant to execute is no greater forfeit to the Law then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect I craue but foure daies respit for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesie Pro. Pray Sir in what Duke In the delaying death Pro. Alacke how may I do it Hauing the houre limited and an expresse command vnder penaltie to deliuer his head in the view of Angelo I may make my case as Claudio's to crosse this in the smallest Duke By the vow of mine Order I warrant you If my instructions may be your guide Let this Barnardine be this morning executed And his head borne to Angelo Pro. Angelo hath seene them both And will discouer the fauour Duke Oh death 's a great disguiser and you may adde to it Shaue the head and tie the beard and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his death you know the course is common If any thing fall to you vpon this more then thankes and good fortune by the Saint whom I professe I will plead against it with my life Pro. Pardon me good Father it is against my oath Duke Were you sworne to the Duke or to the Deputie Pro. To him and to his Substitutes Duke You will thinke you haue made no offence if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing Pro. But what likelihood is in that Duke Not a resemblance but a certainty yet since I see you fearfull that neither my coate integrity nor perswasion can with ease attempt you I wil go further then I meant to plucke all feares out of you Looke you Sir heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke you know the Charracter I doubt not and the Signet is not strange to you Pro. I know them both Duke The Contents of this is the returne of the Duke you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure where you shall finde within these two daies he wil be heere This is a thing that Angelo knowes not for hee this very day receiues letters of strange tenor perchance of the Dukes death perchance entering into some Monasterie but by chance nothing of what is writ Looke th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard put not your selfe into amazement how these things should be all difficulties are but easie vvhen they are knowne Call your executioner and off with Barnardines head I will giue him a present shrift and aduise him for a better place Yet you are amaz'd but this shall absolutely resolue you Come away it is almost cleere dawne Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clowne Clo. I am as well acquainted heere as I was in our house of profession one would thinke it vvere Mistris Ouer-dons owne house for heere be manie of her olde Customers First here 's yong M r Rash hee 's in for a commoditie of browne paper and olde Ginger nine score and seuenteene pounds of which hee made fiue Markes readie money marrie then Ginger was not much in request for the olde Women vvere all dead Then is there heere one M r Caper at the suite of Master Three-Pile the Mercer for some foure suites of Peach-colour'd Satten which now peaches him a beggar Then haue vve heere yong Dizie and yong M r Deepe-vow and M r Copperspurre and M r Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie Pudding and M r Forthlight the Tilter and braue M r Shootie the great Traueller and wilde Halfe-Canne that stabb'd Pots and I thinke fortie more all great doers in our Trade and are now for the Lords sake Enter Abhorson Abh. Sirrah bring Barnardine hether Clo. M r Barnardine you must rise and be hang'd M r Barnardine Abh. What hoa Barnardine Barnardine within Bar. A pox o' your throats who makes that noyse there What are you Clo. Your friends Sir the Hangman You must be so good Sir to rise and be put to death Bar. Away you Rogue away I am sleepie Abh. Tell him he must awake And that quickly too Clo Pray Master Barnardine awake till you are executed and sleepe afterwards Ab. Go in to him and fetch him out Clo. He is comming Sir he is comming I heare his Straw russle Enter Barnardine Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke sirrah Clo. Verie readie Sir Bar. How now Abhorson What 's the newes vvith you Abh. Truly Sir I would desire you to clap into your prayers for looke you the Warrants come Bar. You Rogue I haue bin drinking all night I am not fitted for 't Clo. Oh the better Sir for he that drinkes all night and is hanged betimes in the morning may sleepe the sounder all the next day Enter Duke Abh. Looke you Sir heere comes your ghostly Father do we iest now thinke you Duke Sir induced by my charitie and hearing how hastily you are to depart I am come to aduise you Comfort you and pray with you Bar. Friar not I I haue bin drinking hard all night and I will haue more time to prepare mee or they shall beat out my braines with billets I will not consent to die this day that 's certaine Duke Oh sir you must and therefore I beseech you Looke forward on the iournie you shall go Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion Duke But heare you Bar. Not a word
if you haue anie thing to say to me come to my Ward for thence will not I to day Exit Enter Prouost Duke Vnfit to liue or die oh grauell heart After him Fellowes bring him to the blocke Pro. Now Sir how do you finde the prisoner Duke A creature vnpre-par'd vnmeet for death And to transport him in the minde he is Were damnable Pro. Heere in the prison Father There died this morning of a cruell Feauor One Ragozine a most notorious Pirate A man of Claudio's yeares his beard and head Iust of his colour What if we do omit This Reprobate til he were wel enclin'd And satisfie the Deputie with the visage Of Ragozine more like to Claudio Duke Oh 't is an accident that heauen prouides Dispatch it presently the houre drawes on Prefixt by Angelo See this be done And sent according to command whiles I Perswade this rude wretch willingly to die Pro. This shall be done good Father presently But Barnardine must die this afternoone And how shall we continue Claudio To saue me from the danger that might come If he were knowne aliue Duke Let this be done Put them in secret holds both Barnardine and Claudio Ere twice the Sun hath made his iournall greeting To yond generation you shal finde Your safetie manifested Pro. I am your free dependant Exit Duke Quicke dispatch and send the head to Angelo Now wil I write Letters to Angelo The Prouost he shal beare them whose contents Shal witnesse to him I am neere at home And that by great Iniunctions I am bound To enter publikely him I le desire To meet me at the consecrated Fount A League below the Citie and from thence By cold gradation and weale-ballanc'd forme We shal proceed with Angelo Enter Prouost Pro. Heere is the head I le carrie it my selfe Duke Conuenient is it Make a swift returne For I would commune with you of such things That want no eare but yours Pro. I le make all speede Exit Isabell within Isa Peace hoa be heere Duke The tongue of Isabell She 's come to know If yet her brothers pardon be come hither But I will keepe her ignorant of her good To make her heauenly comforts of dispaire When it is least expected Enter Isabella Isa Hoa by your leaue Duke Good morning to you faire and gracious daughter Isa The better giuen me by so holy a man Hath yet the Deputie sent my brothers pardon Duke He hath releasd him Isabell from the world His head is off and sent to Angelo Isa Nay but it is not so Duke It is no other Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience Isa Oh I wil to him and plucke out his eies Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight Isa Vnhappie Claudio wretched Isabell Iniurious world most damned Angelo Duke This nor hurts him nor profits you a lot Forbeare it therefore giue your cause to heauen Marke what I say which you shal finde By euery sillable a faithful veritie The Duke comes home to morrow nay drie your eyes One of our Couent and his Confessor Giues me this instance Already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo Who do prepare to meete him at the gates There to giue vp their powre If you can pace your wisdome In that good path that I would wish it go And you shal haue your bosome on this wretch Grace of the Duke reuenges to your heart And general Honor. Isa I am directed by you Duk. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue 'T is that he sent me of the Dukes returne Say by this token I desire his companie At Mariana's house to night Her cause and yours I le perfect him withall and he shal bring you Before the Duke and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home and home For my poore selfe I am combined by a sacred Vow And shall be absent Wend you with this Letter Command these fretting waters from your eies With a light heart trust not my holie Order If I peruert your course whose heere Enter Lucio Luc. Good ' euen Frier where 's the Prouost Duke Not within Sir Luc. Oh prettie Isabella I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red thou must be patient I am faine to dine and sup with water and bran I dare not for my head fill my belly One fruitful Meale would set mee too 't but they say the Duke will be heere to Morrow By my troth Isabell I lou'd thy brother if the olde fantastical Duke of darke corners had bene at home he had liued Duke Sir the Duke is marueilous little beholding to your reports but the best is he liues not in them Luc. Friar thou knowest not the Duke so wel as I do he 's a better woodman then thou tak'st him for Duke Well you 'l answer this one day Fare ye well Luc. Nay tarrie I le go along with thee I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke Duke You haue told me too many of him already sir if they be true if not true none were enough Lucio I was once before him for getting a Wench with childe Duke Did you such a thing Luc. Yes marrie did I but I was faine to forswear it They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler Duke Sir your company is fairer then honest rest you well Lucio By my troth I le go with thee to the lanes end if baudy talke offend you we'el haue very litle of it nay Friar I am a kind of Burre I shal sticke Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Angelo Escalâ— Esc Euery Letter he hath writ hath disuouch'd other An. In most vneuen and distracted manner his actions show much like to madnesse pray heauen his wisedome bee not tainted and why meet him at the gates and reliuer our authorities there Esc I ghesse not Ang. And why should wee proclaime it in an howre before his entring that if any craue redresse of iniustice they should exhibit their petitions in the street Esc He showes his reason for that to haue a dispatch of Complaints and to deliuer vs from deuices heereafter which shall then haue no power to stand against vs. Ang. Well I beseech you let it bee proclaim'd betimes i' th' morne I le call you at your house giue notice to such men of sort and suite as are to meete him Esc I shall sir fare you well Exit Ang. Good night This deede vnshapes me quite makes me vnpregnant And dull to all proceedings A deflowred maid And by an eminent body that enforc'd The Law against it But that her tender shame Will not proclaime against her maiden losse How might she tongue me yet reason dares her no For my Authority beares of a credent bulke That no particular scandall once can touch But it confounds the breather He should haue liu'd Saue that his riotous youth with dangerous sense Might in the times to come haue ta'ne reuenge By so receiuing a dishonor'd life With ransome of such shame
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
haue some goodly Iest in hand She will not come she bids you come to her Petr. Worse and worse she will not come Oh vilde intollerable not to be indur'd Sirra Grumio goe to your Mistris Say I command her come to me Exit Hor. I know her answere Pet. What Hor. She will not Petr. The fouler fortune mine and there an end Enter Katerina Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina Kat. What is your will sir that you send for me Petr. Where is your sister and Hortensios wife Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire Petr. Goe fetch them hither if they denie to come Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands Away I say and bring them hither straight Luc. Here is a wonder if you talke of a wonder Hor. And so it is I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads and loue and quiet life An awfull rule and right supremicie And to be short what not that 's sweete and happie Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio The wager thou hast won and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes Another dowrie to another daughter For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin Petr. Nay I will win my wager better yet And show more signe of her obedience Her new built vertue and obedience Enter Kate Bianca and Widdow See where she comes and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion Katerine that Cap of yours becomes you not Off with that bable throw it vnderfoote Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a sillie passe Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands Wid. Come come your mocking we will haue no telling Pet. Come on I say and first begin with her Wid. She shall not Pet. I say she shall and first begin with her Kate. Fie fie vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow And dart not scornefull glances from those eies To wound thy Lord thy King thy Gouernour It blots thy beautie as frosts doe bite the Meads Confounds thy fame as whirlewinds shake faire budds And in no sence is meete or amiable A woman mou'd is like a fountaine troubled Muddie ill seeming thicke hereft of beautie And while it is so none so dry or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy Lord thy life thy keeper Thy head thy soueraigne One that cares for thee And for thy maintenance Commits his body To painfull labour both by sea and land To watch the night in stormes the day in cold Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home secure and safe And craues no other tribute at thy hands But loue faire lookes and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince Euen such a woman oweth to her husband And when she is froward peeuish sullen sowre And not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foule contending Rebell And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer warre where they should kneele for peace Or seeke for rule supremacie and sway When they are bound to serue loue and obay Why are our bodies soft and weake and smooth Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our harts Should well agree with our externall parts Come come you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours My heart as great my reason haplie more To bandie word for word and frowne for frowne But now I see our Launces are but strawes Our strength as weake our weakenesse past compare That seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then vale your stomackes for it is no boote And place your hands below your husbands foote In token of which dutie if he please My hand is readie may it do him ease Pet. Why there 's a wench Come on and kisse mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha 't Vin. T is a good hearing when children are toward Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward Pet. Come Kate weee'le to bed We three are married but you two are sped 'T was I wonne the wager though you hit the white And being a winner God giue you good night Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow Luc. T is a wonder by your leaue she wil be tam'd so FINIS ALL' 's Well that Ends Well Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion his Mother and Helena Lord Lafew all in blacke Mother IN deliuering my sonne from me I burie a second husband Ros And I in going Madam weep ore my fathers death anew but I must attend his maiesties command to whom I am now in Ward euermore in subiection Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame you sir a father He that so generally is at all times good must of necessitie hold his vertue to you whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance Mo. What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope and finds no other aduantage in the processe but onely the loosing of hope by time Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father O that had how sad a passage t is whose skill was almost as great as his honestie had it stretch'd so far would haue made nature immortall and death should haue play for lacke of worke Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam Mo. He was famous sir in his profession and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie Ros What is it my good Lord the King languishes of Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros I heard not of it before Laf. I would it were not notorious Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon Mo. His sole childe my Lord and bequeathed to my ouer looking I haue those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits which makes faire gifts fairer for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities there commendations go with pitty they are vertues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simplenesse she deriues her honestie and atcheeues her goodnesse Lafew Your
her eye Heate outwardly or breath within I le serue you As I would do the Gods But O thou Tyrant Do not repent these things for they are heauier Then all thy woes can stirre therefore betake thee To nothing but dispaire A thousand knees Ten thousand yeares together naked fasting Vpon a barren Mountaine and still Winter In storme perpetuall could not moue the Gods To looke that way thou wer 't Leo. Go on go on Thou canst not speake too much I haue deseru'd All tongues to talke their bittrest Lord. Say no more How ere the businesse goes you haue made fault I ' th boldnesse of your speech Pau. I am sorry for 't All faults I make when I shall come to know them I do repent Alas I haue shew'd too much The rashnesse of a woman he is toucht To th' Noble heart What 's gone and what 's past helpe Should be past greefe Do not receiue affliction At my petition I beseech you rather Let me be punish'd that haue minded you Of what you should forget Now good my Liege Sir Royall Sir forgiue a foolish woman The loue I bore your Queene Lo foole againe I le speake of her no more nor of your Children I le not remember you of my owne Lord Who is lost too take your patience to you And I le say nothing Leo. Thou didst speake but well When most the truth which I receyue much better Then to be pittied of thee Prethee bring me To the dead bodies of my Queene and Sonne One graue shall be for both Vpon them shall The causes of their death appeare vnto Our shame perpetuall once a day I le visit The Chappell where they lye and teares shed there Shall be my recreation So long as Nature Will beare vp with this exercise so long I dayly vow to vse it Come and leade me To these sorrowes Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Antigonus a Marriner Babe Sheepeheard and Clowne Ant. Thou art perfect then our ship hath toucht vpon The Desarts of Bohemia Mar. I my Lord and feare We haue Landed in ill time the skies looke grimly And threaten present blusters In my conscience The heauens with that we haue in hand are angry And frowne vpon 's Ant. Their sacred wil 's be done go get a-boord Looke to thy barke I le not be long before I call vpon thee Mar. Make your best haste and go not Too-farre i' th Land 't is like to be lowd weather Besides this place is famous for the Creatures Of prey that keepe vpon 't Antig. Go thou away I le follow instantly Mar. I am glad at heart To be so ridde o' th businesse Exit Ant. Come poore babe I haue heard but not beleeu'd the Spirits o' th' dead May walke againe if such thing be thy Mother Appear'd to me last night for ne're was dreame So like a waking To me comes a creature Sometimes her head on one side some another I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow So fill'd and so becomming in pure white Robes Like very sanctity she did approach My Cabine where I lay thrice bow'd before me And gasping to begin some speech her eyes Became two spouts the furie spent anon Did this breake from her Good Antigonus Since Fate against thy better disposition Hath made thy person for the Thower-out Of my poore babe according to thine oath Places remote enough are in Bohemia There weepe and leaue it crying and for the babe Is counted lost for euer Perdita I prethee call 't For this vngentle businesse Put on thee by my Lord thou ne're shalt see Thy Wife Paulina more and so with shrickes She melted into Ayre Affrighted much I did in time collect my selfe and thought This was so and no slumber Dreames are toyes Yet for this once yea superstitiously I will be squar'd by this I do beleeue Hermione hath suffer'd death and that Apollo would this being indeede the issue Of King Polixenes it should heere be laide Either for life or death vpon the earth Of it's right Father Blossome speed thee well There lye and there thy charracter there these Which may if Fortune please both breed thee pretty And still rest thine The storme beginnes poore wretch That for thy mothers fault art thus expos'd To losse and what may follow Weepe I cannot But my heart bleedes and most accurst am I To be by oath enioyn'd to this Farewell The day frownes more and more thou' rt like to haue A lullabie too rough I neuer saw The heauens so dim by day A sauage clamor Well may I get a-boord This is the Chace I am gone for euer Exit pursued by a Beare Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the betweene but getting wenches with childe wronging the Auncientry stealing fighting hearke you now would any but these boylde-braines of nineteene and two and twenty hunt this weather They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Maister if any where I haue them 't is by the sea-side brouzing of Iuy Good-lucke and 't be thy will what haue we heere Mercy on 's a Barne A very pretty barne A boy or a Childe I wonder A pretty one a verie prettie one sure some Scape Though I am not bookish yet I can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape this has beene some staire-worke some Trunke-worke some behinde-doore worke they were warmer that got this then the poore Thing is heere I le take it vp for pity yet I le tarry till my sonne come he hallow'd but euen now Whoa-ho-hoa Enter Clowne Clo. Hilloa loa Shep. What art so neere If thou 'lt see a thing to talke on when thou art dead and rotten come hither what ayl'st thou man Clo. I haue seene two such sights by Sea by Land but I am not to say it is a Sea for it is now the skie betwixt the Firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkins point Shep. Why boy how is it Clo. I would you did but see how it chases how it rages how it takes vp the shore but that 's not to the point Oh the most pitteous cry of the poore soules sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Mast and anon swallowed with yest and froth as you 'ld thrust a Corke into a hogshead And then for the Land-seruice to see how the Beare tore out his shoulder-bone how he cride to mee for helpe and said his name was Antigonus a Nobleman But to make an end of the Ship to see how the Sea flapdragon'd it but first how the poore soules roared and the sea mock'd them and how the poore Gentleman roared and the Beare mock'd him both roaring lowder then the sea or weather Shep. Name of mercy when was this boy Clo. Now now I haue not wink'd since I saw these sights the men are not yet
Shall be when your first Queene's againe in breath Neuer till then Enter a Seruant Ser. One that giues out himselfe Prince Florizell Sonne of Polixenes with his Princesse she The fairest I haue yet beheld desires accesse To your high presence Leo. What with him he comes not Like to his Fathers Greatnesse his approach So out of circumstance and suddaine tells vs 'T is not a Visitation fram'd but forc'd By need and accident What Trayne Ser. But few And those but meane Leo. His Princesse say you with him Ser. I the most peerelesse peece of Earth I thinke That ere the Sunne shone bright on Paul Oh Hermione As euery present Time doth boast it selfe Aboue a better gone so must thy Graue Giue way to what 's seene now Sir you your selfe Haue said and writ so but your writing now Is colder then that Theame she had not beene Nor was not to be equall'd thus your Verse Flow'd with her Beautie once 't is shrewdly ebb'd To say you haue seene a better Ser. Pardon Madame The one I haue almost forgot your pardon The other when she ha's obtayn'd your Eye Will haue your Tongue too This is a Creature Would she begin a Sect might quench the zealâ— Of all Professors else make Proselytes Of who she but bid follow Paul How not women Ser. Women will loue her that she is a Woman More worth then any Man Men that she is The rarest of all Women Leo. Goe Cleomines Your selfe assisted with your honor'd Friends Bring them to our embracement Still 't is strange He thus should steale vpon vs. Exit Paul Had our Prince Iewell of Children seene this houre he had payr'd Well with this Lord there was not full a moneth Betweene their births Leo. 'Prethee no more cease thou know'st He dyes to me againe when talk'd-of sure When I shall see this Gentleman thy speeches Will bring me to consider that which may Vnfurnish me of Reason They are come Enter Florizell Perdita Cleomines and others Your Mother was most true to Wedlock Prince For she did print your Royall Father off Conceiuing you Were I but twentie one Your Fathers Image is so hit in you His very ayre that I should call you Brother As I did him and speake of something wildly By vs perform'd before Most dearely welcome And your faire Princesse Goddesse oh alas I lost a couple that 'twixt Heauen and Earth Might thus haue stood begetting wonder as You gracious Couple doe and then I lost All mine owne Folly the Societie Amitie too of your braue Father whom Though bearing Miserie I desire my life Once more to looke on him Flo. By his command Haue I here touch'd Sicilia and from him Giue you all greetings that a King at friend Can send his Brother and but Infirmitie Which waits vpon worne times hath something seiz'd His wish'd Abilitie he had himselfe The Lands and Waters 'twixt your Throne and his Measur'd to looke vpon you whom he loues He bad me say so more then all the Scepters And those that beare them liuing Leo. Oh my Brother Good Gentleman the wrongs I haue done thee stirre Afresh within me and these thy offices So rarely kind are as Interpreters Of my behind-hand slacknesse Welcome hither As is the Spring to th' Earth And hath he too Expos'd this Paragon to th' fearefull vsage At least vngentle of the dreadfull Neptune To greet a man not worth her paines much lesse Th' aduenture of her person Flo. Good my Lord She came from Libia Leo. Where the Warlike Smalus That Noble honor'd Lord is fear'd and lou'd Flo. Most Royall Sir From thence from him whose Daughter His Teares proclaym'd his parting with her thence A prosperous South-wind friendly we haue cross'd To execute the Charge my Father gaue me For visiting your Highnesse My best Traine I haue from your Sicilian Shores dismiss'd Who for Bohemia bend to signifie Not onely my successe in Libia Sir But my arriuall and my Wifes in safetie Here where we are Leo. The blessed Gods Purge all Infection from our Ayre whilest you Doe Clymate here you haue a holy Father A gracefull Gentleman against whose person So sacred as it is I haue done sinne For which the Heauens taking angry note Haue left me Issue-lesse and your Father 's bless'd As he from Heauen merits it with you Worthy his goodnesse What might I haue been Might I a Sonne and Daughter now haue look'd on Such goodly things as you Enter a Lord. Lord. Most Noble Sir That which I shall report will beare no credit Were not the proofe so nigh Please you great Sir Bohemia greets you from himselfe by me Desires you to attach his Sonne who ha's His Dignitie and Dutie both cast off Fled from his Father from his Hopes and with A Shepheards Daughter Leo. Where 's Bohemia speake Lord. Here in your Citie I now came from him I speake amazedly and it becomes My meruaile and my Message To your Court Whiles he was hastning in the Chase it seemes Of this faire Couple meetes he on the way The Father of this seeming Lady and Her Brother hauing both their Countrey quitted With this young Prince Flo. Camillo ha's betray'd me Whose honor and whose honestie till now Endur'd all Weathers Lord. Lay 't so to his charge He 's with the King your Father Leo. Who Camillo Lord. Camillo Sir I spake with him who now Ha's these poore men in question Neuer saw I Wretches so quake they kneele they kisse the Earth Forsweare themselues as often as they speake Bohemia stops his eares and threatens them With diuers deaths in death Perd. Oh my poore Father The Heauen sets Spyes vpon vs will not haue Our Contract celebrated Leo. You are marryed Flo. We are not Sir nor are we like to be The Starres I see will kisse the Valleyes first The oddes for high and low's alike Leo. My Lord Is this the Daughter of a King Flo. She is When once she is my Wife Leo. That once I see by your good Fathers speed Will come-on very slowly I am sorry Most sorry you haue broken from his liking Where you were ty'd in dutie and as sorry Your Choise is not so rich in Worth as Beautie That you might well enioy her Flo. Deare looke vp Though Fortune visible an Enemie Should chase vs with my Father powre no iot Hath she to change our Loues Beseech you Sir Remember since you ow'd no more to Time Then I doe now with thought of such Affections Stop forth mine Aduocate at your request My Father will graunt precious things as Trifles Leo. Would he doe so I 'ld beg your precious Mistris Which he counts but a Trifle Paul Sir my Liege Your eye hath too much youth in 't not a moneth 'Fore your Queene dy'd she was more worth such gazes Then what you looke on now Leo. I thought of her Euen in these Lookes I made But your Petition Is yet vn-answer'd I will to your Father Your Honor not o're-throwne by your
my tong speaks my right drawn sword may proue Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale 'T is not the triall of a Womans warre The bitter clamour of two eager tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be husht and nought at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had return'd These tearmes of treason doubly downe his throat Setting aside his high bloods royalty And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slanderous Coward and a Villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him oddes And meete him were I tide to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where euer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie Bul. Pale trembling Coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King And lay aside my high bloods Royalty Which feare not reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to take vp mine Honors pawne then stoope By that and all the rites of Knight-hood else Will I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoken or thou canst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my shoulder I le answer thee in any faire degree Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be Traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our Cosin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherite vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I said my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles 〈◊〉 â—ame of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers â—e which he hath detain'd for lewd employments like a false Traitor and inuirious Villaine Besides I say and will in battaile proue Or heere or elsewhere to the furthest Verge That euer was suruey'd by English eye That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeres Complotted and contriued in this Land Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maintaine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a Traitor Coward Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood Which blood like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chasticement And by the glorious worth of my discent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Norfolke what sayest thou to this Mow. Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face And bid his eares a little while be deafe Till I haue told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foule a lyar King Mowbray impartiall are our eyes and eares Were he my brother nay our kingdomes heyre As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by my Scepters awe I make a vow Such neighbour-neerenesse to our sacred blood Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vn-stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Free speech and fearelesse I to thee allow Mow. Then Bullingbrooke as low as to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throat thou lyest Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers The other part reseru'd I by consent For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that Lye For Glousters death I slew him not but to mine owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duty in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable Father to my foe Once I did lay an ambush for your life A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begg'd Your Graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeal'd It issues from the rancour of a Villaine A recreant and most degenerate Traitor Which in my selfe I boldly will defend And interchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome In hast whereof most heartily I pray Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day King Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me Let 's purge this choller without letting blood This we prescribe though no Physition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our Doctors say This is no time to bleed Good Vnckle let this end where it begun Wee 'l calme the Duke of Norfolke you your son Gaunt To be a make-peace shall become my age Throw downe my sonne the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe hiâ— Gaunt When Harris when Obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid agen King Norfolke throw downe we bidde there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread Soueraigne at thy foot My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my dutie owes but my faire name Despight of death that liues vpon my graue To darke dishonours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffel'd heere Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart blood Which breath'd this poyson King Rage must be withstood Giue me his gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mo. Yea but not change his spots take but my shaâ— And I resigne my gage My deere deere Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse reputation that away Men are but gilded loame or painted clay A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall brest Mine Honor is my life both grow in one Take Honor from me and my life is done Then deere my Liege mine Honor let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw downe your gage Do you begin Bul. Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin Shall I seeme Crest-falne in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my hight Before this out-dar'd dastard Ere my toong Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parle my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where shame doth harbour euen in Mowbrayes face Exit Gaunt King We were not borne to sue but to command Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be readie as your liues shall answer
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
They breake their Faith to God as well as vs Cry Woe Destruction Ruine Losse Decay The worst is Death and Death will haue his day Scroope Glad am I that your Highnesse is so arm'd To beare the tidings of Calamitie Like an vnseasonable stormie day Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores As if the World were all dissolu'd to teares So high aboue his Limits swells the Rage Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull Land With hard bright Steele and hearts harder then Steele White Beares haue arm'd their thin and hairelesse Scalps Against thy Maiestie and Boyes with Womens Voyces Striue to speake bigge and clap their female ioints In stiffe vnwâ—eldie Armes against thy Crowne Thy very Beads-men learne to bend their Bowes Of double fatall Eugh against thy State Yea Distaffe-Women manage rustie Bills Against thy Seat both young and old rebell And all goes worse then I haue power to tell Rich. Too well too well thou tell'st a Tale so ill Where is the Earle of Wiltshire where is Bagot What is become of Bushie where is Greene That they haue let the dangerous Enemie Measure our Confines with such peacefull steps If we preuaile their heads shall pay for it I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke Scroope Peace haue they made with him indeede my Lord. Rich. Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogges easily woon to fawne on any man Snakes in my heart blood-warm'd that sting my heart Three Iudasses each one thrice worse then Iudas Would they make peace terrible Hell make warre Vpon their spotted Soules for this Offence Scroope Sweet Loue I see changing his propertie Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate Againe vncurse their Soules their peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand And lye full low grau'd in the hollow ground Aum. Is Bushie Greene and the Earle of Wiltshire dead Scroope Yea all of them at Bristow lost their heads Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power Rich. No matter where of comfort no man speake Let 's talke of Graues of Wormes and Epitaphs Make Dust our Paper and with Raynie eyes Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth Let 's chuse Executors and talke of Wills And yet not so for what can we bequeath Saue our deposed bodies to the ground Our Lands our Liues and all are Bullingbrookes And nothing can we call our owne but Death And that small Modell of the barren Earth Which serues as Paste and Couer to our Bones For Heauens sake let vs sit vpon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of Kings How some haue been depos'd some slaine in warre Some haunted by the Ghosts they haue depos'd Some poyson'd by their Wiues some sleeping kill'd All murther'd For within the hollow Crowne That rounds the mortall Temples of a King Keepes Death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pompe Allowing him a breath a little Scene To Monarchize be fear'd and kill with lookes Infusing him with selfe and vaine conceit As if this Flesh which walls about our Life Were Brasse impregnable and humor'd thus Comes at the last and with a little Pinne Bores through his Castle Walls and farwell King Couer your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemne Reuerence throw away Respect Tradition Forme and Ceremonious dutie For you haue but mistooke me all this while I liue with Bread like you feele Want Taste Griefe need Friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carl. My Lord wise men ne're waile their present woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the Foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenesse strength vnto your Foe Feare and be slaine no worse can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying payes death seruile breath Aum. My Father hath a Power enquire of him And learne to make a Body of a Limbe Rich. Thou chid'st me well proud Bullingbrooke I come To change Blowes with thee for our day of Doome This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lyes our Vnckle with his Power Speake sweetly man although thy lookes be sowre Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauie Eye My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to say I play the Torturer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your Vnckle Yorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne Castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes Vpon his Faction Rich. Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despaire What say you now What comfort haue we now By Heauen I le hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Goe to Flint Castle there I le pine away A King Woes slaue shall Kingly Woe obey That Power I haue discharge and let 'em goe To eare the Land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none Let no man speake againe To alter this for counsaile is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word Rich. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards Night to Bullingbrookes faire Day Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Attendants Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welchmen are dispers'd and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this Coast North. The newes is very faire and good my Lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head York It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alack the heauie day When such a sacred King should hide his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his Title out York The time hath beene Would you haue beene so briefe with him he would Haue beene so briefe with you to shorten you For taking so the Head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not Vnckle farther then you should York Take not good Cousin farther then you should Least you mistake the Heauens are ore your head Bull. I know it Vnckle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this Castle yeeld Per. The Castle royally is mann'd my Lord Against thy entrance Bull. Royally Why it containes no King Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lyes Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone And with him the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroope besides a Clergie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the Bishop of Carlâ—le Bull. Noble Lord Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
Natures myracle Thou art alotted to be tane by me So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings Yet if this seruile vsage once offend Go and be free againe as Suffolkes friend She is going Oh slay I haue no power to let her passe My hand would free her but my heart sayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames Twinkling another counterfetted beame So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes Faine would I woe her yet I dare not speake I le call for Pen and Inke and write my minde Fye De la Pole disable not thy selfe Hast not a Tongue Is she not heere Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight I Beauties Princely Maiesty is such ' Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke if thy name be so What ransome must I pay before I passe For I perceiue I am thy prisoner Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite Before thou make a triall of her loue M. Why speak'st thou not What ransom must I pay Suf. She 's beautifull and therefore to be Wooed She is a Woman therefore to be Wonne Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome yea or no Suf. Fond man remember that thou hast a wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour Mar. I were best to leaue him for he will not heare Suf. There all is marr'd there lies a cooling card Mar. He talkes at randon sure the man is mad Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me Suf. I le win this Lady Margaret For whom Why for my King Tush that 's a woodden thing Mar. He talkes of wood It is some Carpenter Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied And peace established betweene these Realmes But there remaines a scruple in that too For though her Father be the King of Naples Duke of Aniou and Mayne yet is he poore And our Nobility will scorne the match Mar. Heare ye Captaine Are you not at leysure Suf. It shall be so disdaine they ne're so much Henry is youthfull and will quickly yeeld Madam I haue a secret to reueale Mar. What though I be inthral'd he seems a knight And will not any way dishonor me Suf. Lady vouchsafe to listen what I say Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French And then I need not craue his curtesie Suf. Sweet Madam giue me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush women haue bene captiuate ere now Suf. Lady wherefore talke you so Mar. I cry you mercy 't is but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say gentle Princesse would you not suppose Your bondage happy to be made a Queene Mar. To be a Queene in bondage is more vile Than is a slaue in base seruility For Princes should be free Suf. And so shall you If happy Englandâ— Royall King be free Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee Suf. I le vndertake to make thee Henries Queene To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head If thou wilt condiscend to be my Mar. What Suf. His loue Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife Suf. No gentle Madam I vnworthy am To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife And haue no portion in the choice my selfe How say you Madam are ye so content Mar. And if my Father please I am content Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth And Madam at your Fathers Castle walles Wee 'l craue a parley to conferre with him Sound Enter Reignier on the Walles See Reignier see thy daughter prisoner Reig. To whom Suf. To me Reig. Suffolke what remedy I am a Souldier and vnapt to weepe Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse Suf. Yes there is remedy enough my Lord Consent and for thy Honor giue consent Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto And this her easie held imprisonment Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes Suf. Faire Margaret knowes That Suffolke doth not flatter face or faine Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant I descend To giue thee answer of thy iust demand Suf. And heere I will expect thy comming Trumpets sound Enter Reignier Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases Suf. Thankes Reignier happy for so sweet a Childe Fit to be made companion with a King What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite Reig. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne the Country Maine and Aniou Free from oppression or the stroke of Warre My daughter shall be Henries if he please Suf. That is her ransome I deliuer her And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name As Deputy vnto that gracious King Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith Suf. Reignier of France I giue thee Kingly thankes Because this is in Trafficke of a King And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this case I le ouer then to England with this newes And make this marriage to be solemniz'd So farewell Reignier set this Diamond safe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes Reig. I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere Mar. Farewell my Lord good wishes praise praiers Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret Shee is going Suf. Farwell sweet Madam but hearke you Margaret No Princely commendations to my King Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide A Virgin and his Seruant say to him Suf. Words sweetly plac'd and modestie directed But Madame I must trouble you againe No louing Token to his Maiestie Mar. Yes my good Lord a pure vnspotted heart Neuer yet taint with loue I send the King Suf. And this withall Kisse her Mar. That for thy selfe I will not so presume To send such peeuish tokens to a King Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe but Suffolke stay Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art Repeate their semblance often on the Seas That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder Exit Enter Yorke Warwicke Shepheard Pucell Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne Shep. Ah Ione this kils thy Fathers heart out-right Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere And now it is my chance to finde thee out Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death Ah Ione sweet daughter Ione I le die with thee Pucel Decrepit Miser base ignoble Wretch I am descended of a gentler blood Thou art no Father nor no Friend of mine Shep. Out out My Lords and please you 't is not so I
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
in Capite And we charge and command that their wiues be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell Dicke My Lord When shall we go to Cheapside and take vp commodities vpon our billes Cade Marry presently All. O braue Enter one with the heads Cade But is not this brauer Let them kisse one another For they lou'd well When they were aliue Now part them againe Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France Soldiers Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night For with these borne before vs in steed of Maces Will we ride through the streets at euery Corner Haue them kisse Away Exit Alarum and Retreat Enter againe Cade and all his rabblement Cade Vp Fish-streete downe Saint Magnes corner kill and knocke downe throw them into Thames Sound a parley What noise is this I heare Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill Enter Buckingham and old Clifford Buc. I heere they be that dare and will disturb thee Know Cade we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons whom thou hast misled And heere pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace Clif. What say ye Countrimen will ye relent And yeeld to mercy whil'st 't is offered you Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths Who loues the King and will imbrace his pardon Fling vp his cap and say God saue his Maiesty Who hateth him and honors not his Father Henry the fift that made all France to quake Shake he his weapon at vs and passe by All. God saue the King God saue the King Cade What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue And you base Pezants do ye beleeue him will you needs be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til you had recouered your ancient Freedome But you are all Recreants and Dastards and delight to liue in slauerie to the Nobility Let them breake your backes with burthens take your houses ouer your heads rauish your Wiues and Daughters before your faces For me I will make shift for one and so Gods Cursse light vppon you all All. Wee 'l follow Cade Wee 'l follow Cade Clif Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift That thus you do exclaime you 'l go with him Will he conduct you through the heart of France And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes Alas he hath no home no place to flye too Nor knowes he how to liue but by the spoile Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends and vs. Wer 't not a shame that whilst you liue at iarre The fearfull French whom you late vanquished Should make a start ore-seas and vanquish you Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle I see them Lording it in London streets Crying Villiago vnto all they meete Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy To France to France and get what you haue lost Spare England for it is your Natiue Coast Henry hath mony you are strong and manly God on our side doubt not of Victorie All. A Clifford a Clifford Wee 'l follow the King and Clifford Cade Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too fro as this multitude The name of Henry the fift hales them to an hundred mischiefes and makes them leaue mee desolate I see them lay their heades together to surprize me My sword make way for me for heere is no staying in despight of the diuels and hell haue through the verie middest of you and heauens and honor be witnesse that no want of resolution in mee but onely my Followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake mee to my heâ—les Exit Buck. What is he fled Go some and follow him And he that brings his head vnto the King Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward Exeunt some of them Follow me souldiers wee 'l deuise a meane To reconcile you all vnto the King Exeunt omnes Sound Trumpets Enter King Queene and Somerset on the Tarras King Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne And could command no more content then I No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle But I was made a King at nine months olde Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King As I do long and wish to be a Subiect Enter Buckingham and Clifford Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty Kin. Why Buckingham is the Traitor Cade surpris'd Or is he but retir'd to make him strong Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes Clif. He is fled my Lord and all his powers do yeeld And humbly thus with halters on their neckes Expect your Highnesse doome of life or death King Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise Souldiers this day haue you redeem'd your liues And shew'd how well you loue your Prince Countrey Continue still in this so good a minde And Henry though he be infortunate Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde And so with thankes and pardon to you all I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries All. God saue the King God saue the King Enter a Messenger Mes Please it your Grace to be aduertised The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes Is marching hitherward in proud array And still proclaimeth as he comes along His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset whom he tearmes a Traitor King Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest Like to a Ship that hauing scap'd a Tempest Is straight way calme and boorded with a Pyrate But now is Cade driuen backe his men dispierc'd And now is Yorke in Armes to second him I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him And aske him what 's the reason of these Armes Tell him I le send Duke Edmund to the Tower And Somerset we will commit thee thither Vntill his Army be dismist from him Somerset My Lord I le yeelde my selfe to prison willingly Or vnto death to do my Countrey good King In any case be not to rough in termes For he is fierce and cannot brooke hard Language Buc. I will my Lord and doubt not so to deale As all things shall redound vnto your good King Come wife let 's in and learne to gouern better For yet may England curse my wretched raigne Flourish Exeunt Enter Cade Cade Fye on Ambitions fie on my selfe that haue a sword and yet am ready to famish These fiue daies haue I hid me in these Woods and durst not peepe out for all the Country is laid for me but now am I so hungry that if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares I could stay no longer Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
Warre Richard I le proue the contrary if you 'le heare mee speake Yorke Thou canst not Sonne it is impossible Richard An Oath is of no moment being not tooke Before a true and lawfull Magistrate That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares Henry had none but did vsurpe the place Then seeing 't was he that made you to depose Your Oath my Lord is vaine and friuolous Therefore to Armes and Father doe but thinke How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne Within whose Circuit is Elizium And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy. Why doe we linger thus I cannot rest Vntill the White Rose that I weare be dy'de Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart Yorke Richard ynough I will be King or dye Brother thou shalt to London presently And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolke And tell him priuily of our intent You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise In them I trust for they are Souldiors Wittie courteous liberall full of spirit While you are thus imploy'd what resteth more But that I seeke occasion how to rise And yet the King not priuie to my Drift Nor any of the House of Lancaster Enter Gabriel But stay what Newes Why comm'st thou in such poste Gabriel The Queene With all the Northerne Earles and Lords Intend here to besiege you in your Castle She is hard by with twentie thousand men And therefore fortifie your Hold my Lord. Yorke I with my Sword What think'st thou that we feare them Edward and Richard you shall stay with me My Brother Mountague shall poste to London Let Noble Warwicke Cobham and the rest Whom we haue left Protectors of the King With powrefull Pollicie strengthen themselues And trust not simple Henry nor his Oathes Mount Brother I goe I le winne them feare it not And thus most humbly I doe take my leaue Exit Mountague Enter Mortimer and his Brother York Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer mine Vnckles You are come to Sandall in a happie houre The Armie of the Queene meane to besiege vs. Iohn Shee shall not neede wee 'le meete her in the field Yorke What with fiue thousand men Richard I with fiue hundred Father for a neede A Woman's generall what should we feare A March afarre off Edward I heare their Drummes Let 's set our men in order And issue forth and bid them Battaile straight Yorke Fiue men to twentie though the oddes be great I doubt not Vnckle of our Victorie Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one Why should I not now haue the like successe Alarum Exit Enter Rutland and his Tutor Rutland Ah whither shall I flye to scape their hands Ah Tutor looke where bloody Clifford comes Enter Clifford Clifford Chaplaine away thy Priesthood saues thy life As for the Brat of this accursed Duke Whose Father slew my Father he shall dye Tutor And I my Lord will beare him company Clifford Souldiers away with him Tutor Ah Clifford murther not this innocent Child Least thou be hated both of God and Man Exit Clifford How now is he dead alreadie Or is it feare that makes him close his eyes I le open them Rutland So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes And so he walkes insulting o're his Prey And so be comes to rend his Limbes asunder Ah gentle Clifford kill me with thy Sword And not with such a cruell threatning Looke Sweet Clifford heare me speake before I dye I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath Be thou reueng'd on men and let me liue Clifford In vaine thou speak'st poore Boy My Fathers blood hath stopt the passage Where thy words should enter Rutland Then let my Fathers blood open it againe He is a man and Clifford cope with him Clifford Had I thy Brethren here their liues and thine Were not reuenge sufficient for me No if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart The sight of any of the House of Yorke Is as a furie to torment my Soule And till I root out their accursed Line And leaue not one aliue I liue in Hell Therefore Rutland Oh let me pray before I take my death To thee I pray sweet Clifford pitty me Clifford Such pitty as my Rapiers point affords Rutland I neuer did thee harme why wilt thou slay me Clifford Thy Father hath Rutland But 't was ere I was borne Thou hast one Sonne for his sake pitty me Least in reuenge thereof sith God is iust He be as miserably slaine as I. Ah let me liue in Prison all my dayes And when I giue occasion of offence Then let me dye for now thou hast no cause Clifford No cause thy Father slew my Father therefore dye Rutland Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae Clifford Plantagenet I come Plantagenet And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade Shall rust vpon my Weapon till thy blood Congeal'd with this doe make me wipe off both Exit Alarum Enter Richard Duke of Yorke Yorke The Army of the Queene hath got the field My Vnckle 's both are slaine in rescuing me And all my followers to the eager foe Turne back and flye like Ships before the Winde Or Lambes pursu'd by hunger-starued Wolues My Sonnes God knowes what hath bechanced them But this I know they haue demean'd themselues Like men borne to Renowne by Life or Death Three times did Richard make a Lane to me And thrice cry'de Courage Father fight it out And full as oft came Edward to my side With Purple Faulchion painted to the Hilt In blood of those that had encountred him And when the hardyest Warriors did retyre Richard cry'de Charge and giue no foot of ground And cry'de A Crowne or else a glorious Tombe A Scepter or an Earthly Sepulchre With this we charg'd againe but out alas We bodg'd againe as I haue seene a Swan With bootlesse labour swimme against the Tyde And spend her strength with ouer-matching Waues A short Alarum within Ah hearke the fatall followers doe pursue And I am faint and cannot flye their furie And were I strong I would not shunne their furie The Sands are numbred that makes vp my Life Here must I stay and here my Life must end Enter the Queene Clifford Northumberland the young Prince and Souldiers Come bloody Clifford rough Northumberland I dare your quenchlesse furie to more rage I am your Butt and I abide your Shot Northumb. Yeeld to our mercy proud Plantagenet Clifford I to such mercy as his ruthlesse Arme With downe-right payment shew'd vnto my Father Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre And made an Euening at the Noone-tide Prick Yorke My ashes as the Phoenix may bring forth A Bird that will reuenge vpon you all And in that hope I throw mine eyes to
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
Suppose this arme is for the Duke of Yorke And this for Rutland both bound to reuenge Wer 't thou inuiron'd with a Brazen wall Clif. Now Richard I am with thee heere alone This is the hand that stabb'd thy Father Yorke And this the hand that slew thy Brother Rutland And here 's the heart that triumphs in their death And cheeres these hands that slew thy Sire and Brother To execute the like vpon thy selfe And so haue at thee They Fight Warwicke comes Clifford flies Rich. Nay Warwicke single out some other Chace For I my selfe will hunt this Wolfe to death Exeunt Alarum Enter King Henry alone Hen. This battell fares like to the mornings Warre When dying clouds contend with growing light What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes Can neither call it perfect day nor night Now swayes it this way like a Mighty Sea Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Winde Now swayes it that way like the selfe-same Sea Forc'd to retyre by furie of the Winde Sometime the Flood preuailes and than the Winde Now one the better then another best Both tugging to be Victors brest to brest Yet neither Conqueror nor Conquered So is the equall poise of this fell Warre Heere on this Mole-hill will I sit me downe To whom God will there be the Victorie For Margaret my Queene and Clifford too Haue chid me from the Battell Swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence Would I were dead if Gods good will were so For what is in this world but Greefe and Woe Oh God! me thinkes it were a happy life To be no better then a homely Swaine To sit vpon a hill as I do now To carue out Dialls queintly point by point Thereby to see the Minutes how they runne How many makes the Houre full compleate How many Houres brings about the Day How many Dayes will finish vp the Yeare How many Yeares a Mortall man may liue When this is knowne then to diuide the Times So many Houres must I tend my Flocke So many Houres must I take my Rest So many Houres must I Contemplate So many Houres must I Sport my selfe So many Dayes my Ewes haue bene with yong So many weekes ere the poore Fooles will Eane So many yeares ere I shall sheere the Fleece So Minutes Houres Dayes Monthes and Yeares Past ouer to the end they were created Would bring white haires vnto a Quiet graue Ah! what a life were this How sweet how louely Giues not the Hawthorne bush a sweeter shade To Shepheards looking on their silly Sheepe Then doth a rich Imbroider'd Canopie To Kings that feare their Subiects treacherie Oh yes it doth a thousand fold it doth And to conclude the Shepherds homely Curds His cold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle His wonted sleepe vnder a fresh trees shade All which secure and sweetly he enioyes Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates His Viands sparkling in a Golden Cup His bodie couched in a curious bed When Care Mistrust and Treason waits on him Alarum Enter a Sonne that hath kill'd his Father at one doore and a Father that hath kill'd his Sonne at another doore Son Ill blowes the winde that profits no body This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight May be possessed with some store of Crownes And I that haply take them from him now May yet ere night yeeld both my Life and them To some man else as this dead man doth me Who 's this Oh God! It is my Fathers face Whom in this Conflict I vnwares haue kill'd Oh heauy times begetting such Euents From London by the King was I prest forth My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man Came on the part of Yorke prest by his Master And I who at his hands receiu'd my life Haue by my hands of Life bereaued him Pardon me God I knew not what I did And pardon Father for I knew not thee My Teares shall wipe away these bloody markes And no more words till they haue flow'd their fill King O pitteous spectacle O bloody Times Whiles Lyons Warre and battaile for their Dennes Poore harmlesse Lambes abide their enmity Weepe wretched man I le ayde thee Teare for Teare And let our hearts and eyes like Ciuill Warre Be blinde with teares and break ore-charg'd with griefe Enter Father bearing of his Sonne Fa. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me Giue me thy Gold if thou hast any Gold For I haue bought it with an hundred blowes But let me see Is this our Foe-mans face Ah no no no it is mine onely Sonne Ah Boy if any life be left in thee Throw vp thine eye see see what showres arise Blowne with the windie Tempest of my heart Vpon thy wounds that killes mine Eye and Heart O pitty God this miserable Age What Stragems how fell how Butcherly Erreoneous mutinous and vnnaturall This deadly quarrell daily doth beget O Boy thy Father gaue thee life too soone And hath bereft thee of thy life too late King Wo aboue wo greefe more thē common greefe O that my death would stay these ruthfull deeds O pitty pitty gentle heauen pitty The Red Rose and the White are on his face The fatall Colours of our striuing Houses The one his purple Blood right well resembles The other his pale Cheekes me thinkes presenteth Wither one Rose and let the other flourish If you contend a thousand liues must wither Son How will my Mother for a Fathers death Take on with me and ne're be satisfi'd Fa. How will my Wife for slaughter of my Sonne Shed seas of Teares and ne're be satisfi'd King How will the Country for these woful chances Mis-thinke the King and not be satisfied Son Was euer sonne so rew'd a Fathers death Fath. Was euer Father so bemoan'd his Sonne Hen. Was euer King so greeu'd for Subiects woe Much is your sorrow Mine ten times so much Son I le beare thee hence where I may weepe my fill Fath. These armes of mine shall be thy winding sheet My heart sweet Boy shall be thy Sepulcher For from my heart thine Image ne're shall go My sighing brest shall be thy Funerall bell And so obsequious will thy Father be Men for the losse of thee hauing no more As Priam was for all his Valiant Sonnes I le beare thee hence and let them fight that will For I haue murthered where I should not kill Exit Hen. Sad-hearted-men much ouergone with Care Heere sits a King more wofull then you are Alarums Excursions Enter the Queen the Prince and Exeter Prin. Fly Father flye for all your Friends are fled And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull Away for death doth hold vs in pursuite Qu. Mount you my Lord towards Barwicke post amaine Edward and Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds Hauing the fearfull flying Hare in sight With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath And bloody steele graspt in their yrefull hands Are at our backes and therefore hence amaine Exet. Away for vengeance comes along
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
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
fellowship Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen most My selfe or Menelaus Diom. Both alike He merits well to haue her that doth seeke her Not making any scruple of her soylure With such a hell of paine and world of charge And you as well to keepe her that defend her Not pallating the taste of her dishonour With such a costly losse of wealth and friends He like a puling Cuckold would drinke vp The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece You like a letcher out of whorish loynes Are pleas'd to breede out your inheritors Both merits poyz'd each weighs no lesse nor more But he as he which heauier for a whore Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman Dio. Shee 's bitter to her countrey heare me Paris For euery false drop in her baudy veines A Grecians life hath sunke for euery scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight A Troian hath beene slaine Since she could speake She hath not giuen so many good words breath As for her Greekes and Troians suffred death Par. Faire Diomed you doe as chapmen doe Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy But we in silence hold this vertue well Wee le not commend what we intend to sell Here lyes our way Exeunt Enter Troylus and Cressida Troy Deere trouble not your selfe the morne is cold Cres Then sweet my Lord I le call mine Vnckle down He shall vnbolt the Gates Troy Trouble him not To bed to bed sleepe kill those pritty eyes And giue as soft attachment to thy sences As Infants empty of all thought Cres Good morrow then Troy I prithee now to bed Cres Are you a weary of me Troy O Cressida but that the busie day Wak't by the Larke hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer I would not from thee Cres Night hath beene too briefe Troy Beshrew the witch with venemous wights she stayes As hidiously as hell but flies the graspes of loue With wings more momentary swift then thought You will catch cold and curse me Cres Prithee tarry you men will neuer tarry O foolish Cressid I might haue still held off And then you would haue tarried Harke ther 's one vp Pand. within What 's all the doores open here Troy It is your Vnckle Enter Pandarus Cres A pestilence on him now will he be mocking I shall haue such a life Pan. How now how now how goe maiden-heads Heare you Maide wher 's my cozin Cressid Cres Go hang your self you naughty mocking Vnckle You bring me to doo and then you floute me too Pan. To do what to do what let her say what What haue I brought you to doe Cres Come come beshrew your heart you le nere be good nor suffer others Pan. Ha ha alas poore wretch a poore Chipochia hast not slept to night would he not a naughty man let it sleepe a bug-beare take him One knocks Cres Did not I tell you would he were knockt i th' head Who 's that at doore good Vnckle goe and see My Lord come you againe into my Chamber You smile and mocke me as if I meant naughtily Troy Ha ha Cre. Come you are deceiu'd I thinke of no such thing How earnestly they knocke pray you come in Knocke. I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here Exeunt Pan. Who 's there what 's the matter will you beate downe the doore How now what 's the matter Aene. Good morrow Lord good morrow Pan. Who 's there my Lord Aeneas by my troth I knew you not what newes with you so early Aene. Is not Prince Troylus here Pan. Here what should he doe here Aene. Come he is here my Lord doe not deny him It doth import him much to speake with me Pan. Is he here say you 't is more then I know I le be sworne For my owne part I came in late what should he doe here Aene. Who nay then Come come you le doe him wrong ere y' are ware you le be so true to him to be false to him Doe not you know of him but yet goe fetch him hither goe Enter Troylus Troy How now what 's the matter Aene. My Lord I scarce haue leisure to salute you My matter is so rash there is at hand Paris your brother and Deiphoebus The Grecian Diomed and our Anthenor Deliuer'd to vs and for him forth-with Ere the first sacrifice within this houre We must giue vp to Diomeds hand The Lady Cressida Troy Is it concluded so Aene. By Priam and the generall state of Troy They are at hand and ready to effect it Troy How my atchieuements mocke me I will goe meete them and my Lord Aeneas We met by chance you did not finde me here Aen. Good good my Lord the secrets of nature Haue not more gift in taciturnitie Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Is' t possible no sooner got but lost the diuell take Anthenor the yong Prince will goe mad a plague vpon Anthenor I would they had brok's necke Cres How now what 's the matter who was here Pan. Ah ha Cres Why sigh you so profoundly wher 's my Lord gone tell me sweet Vnckle what 's the matter Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue Cres O the gods what 's the matter Pan. Prythee get thee in would thou had'st nere been borne I knew thou would'st be his death O poore Gentleman a plague vpon Anthenor Cres Good Vnckle I beseech you on my knees I beseech you what 's the matter Pan. Thou must be gone wench thou must be gone thou art chang'd for Anthenor thou must to thy Father and be gone from Troylus 't will be his death 't will be his baine he cannot beare it Cres O you immortall gods I will not goe Pan. Thou must Cres I will not Vnckle I haue forgot my Father I know no touch of consanguinitie No kin no loue no bloud no soule so neere me As the sweet Troylus O you gods diuine Make Cressids name the very crowne of falshood If euer she leaue Troylus time orce and death Do to this body what extremitie you can But the strong base and building of my loue Is as the very Center of the earth Drawing all things to it I will goe in and weepe Pan. Doe doe Cres Teare my bright heire and scratch my praised cheekes Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs and breake my heart With sounding Troylus I will not goe from Troy Exeunt Enter Paris Troylus Aeneas Deiphebus Anthenor and Diomedes Par. It is great morning and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast vpon good my brother Troylus Tell you the Lady what she is to doe And hast her to the purpose Troy Walke into her house I le bring her to the Grecian presently And to his hand when I deliuer her Thinke it an Altar and thy brother Troylus A Priest there offring to it his heart Par. I know what 't is to loue And would as I shall
men haue read His Fame vnparolell'd happely amplified For I haue euer verified my Friends Of whom hee 's cheefe with all the size that verity Would without lapsing suffer Nay sometimes Like to a Bowle vpon a subtle ground I haue tumbled past the throw and in his praise Haue almost stampt the Leasing Therefore Fellow I must haue leaue to passe 1 Faith Sir if you had told as many lies in his behalfe as you haue vttered words in your owne you should not passe heere no though it were as vertuous to lye as to liue chastly Therefore go backe Men. Prythee fellow remember my name is Menenius alwayes factionary on the party of your Generall 2 Howsoeuer you haue bin his Lier as you say you haue I am one that telling true vnder him must say you cannot passe Therefore go backe Mene. Ha's he din'd can'st thou tell For I would not speake with him till after dinner 1 You are a Roman are you Mene. I am as thy Generall is 1 Then you should hate Rome as he do's Can you when you haue pusht out your gates the very Defender of them and in a violent popular ignorance giuen your enemy your shield thinke to front his reuenges with the easie groanes of old women the Virginall Palms of your daughters or with the palsied intercession of such a decay'd Dotant as you seeme to be Can you think to blow out the intended fire your City is ready to flame in with such weake breath as this No you are deceiu'd therfore backe to Rome and prepare for your execution you are condemn'd our Generall has sworne you out of repreeue and pardon Mene. Sirra if thy Captaine knew I were heere He would vse me with estimation 1 Come my Captaine knowes you not Mene. I meane thy Generall 1 My Generall cares not for you Back I say go least I let forth your halfe pinte of blood Backe that 's the vtmost of your hauing backe Mene. Nay but Fellow Fellow Enter Coriolanus with Auffidius Corio What 's the matter Mene. Now you Companion I le say an arrant for you you shall know now that I am in estimation you shall perceiue that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my Son Coriolanus guesse but my entertainment with him if thou stand'st not i' th state of hanging or of some death more long in Spectatorship and crueller in suffering behold now presently and swoond for what 's to come vpon thee The glorious Gods sit in hourely Synod about thy particular prosperity and loue thee no worse then thy old Father Menenius do's O my Son my Soul thou art preparing fire for vs looke thee heere 's water to quench it I was hardly moued to come to thee but beeing assured none but my selfe could moue thee I haue bene blowne out of your Gates with sighes and coniure thee to pardon Rome and thy petitionary Countrimen The good Gods asswage thy wrath and turne the dregs of it vpon this Varlet heere This who like a blocke hath denyed my accesse to thee Corio Away Mene. How Away Corio Wife Mother Child I know not My affaires Are Seruanted to others Though I owe My Reuenge properly my remission lies In Volcean brests That we haue beene familiar Ingrate forgetfulnesse shall poison rather Then pitty Note how much therefore be gone Mine eares against your suites are stronger then Your gates against my force Yet for I loued thee Take this along I writ it for thy sake And would haue sent it Another word Menenius I will not heare thee speake This man Auffidius Was my belou'd in Rome yet thou behold'st Auffid You keepe a constant temper Exeunt Manet the Guard and Menenius 1 Now sir is your name Menenius 2 'T is a spell you see of much power You know the way home againe 1 Do you heare how wee are shent for keeping your greatnesse backe 2 What cause do you thinke I haue to swoond Menen I neither care for th' world nor your General for such things as you I can scarse thinke ther 's any y' are so slight He that hath a will to die by himselfe feares it not from another Let your Generall do his worst For you bee that you are long and your misery encrease with your age I say to you as I was said to Away Exit 1 A Noble Fellow I warrant him 2 The worthy Fellow is our General He 's the Rock The Oake not to be winde-shaken Exit Watch. Enter Coriolanus and Auffidius Corio We will before the walls of Rome to morrow Set downe our Hoast My partner in this Action You must report to th' Volcian Lords how plainly I haue borne this Businesse Auf. Onely their ends you haue respected Stopt your eares against the generall suite of Rome Neuer admitted a priuat whisper no not with such frends That thought them sure of you Corio This last old man Whom with a crack'd heart I haue sent to Rome Lou'd me aboue the measure of a Father Nay godded me indeed Their latest refuge Was to send him for whose old Loue I haue Though I shew'd sowrely to him once more offer'd The first Conditions which they did refuse And cannot now accept to grace him onely That thought he could do more A very little I haue yeelded too Fresh Embasses and Suites Nor from the State nor priuate friends heereafter Will I lend eare to Ha what shout is this Shout within Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow In the same time 't is made I will not Enter Virgilia Volumnia Valeria yong Martius with Attendants My wife comes formost then the honour'd mould Wherein this Trunke was fram'd and in her hand The Grandchilde to her blood But out affection All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate What is that Curt'sie worth Or those Doues eyes Which can make Gods forsworne I melt and am not Of stronger earth then others my Mother bowes As if Olympus to a Mole-hill should In supplication Nod and my yong Boy Hath an Aspect of intercession which Great Nature cries Deny not Let the Volces Plough Rome and harrow Italy I le neuer Be such a Gosling to obey instinct but stand As if a man were Author of himself knew no other kin Virgil. My Lord and Husband Corio These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome Virg. The sorrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd Makes you thinke so Corio Like a dull Actor now I haue forgot my part And I am out euen to a full Disgrace Best of my Flesh Forgiue my Tyranny but do not say For that forgiue our Romanes O a kisse Long as my Exile sweet as my Reuenge Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen that kisse I carried from thee deare and my true Lippe Hath Virgin'd it ere since You Gods I pray And the most noble Mother of the world Leaue vnsaluted Sinke my knee i' th' earth Kneeles Of thy deepe duty more impression shew Then that of common Sonnes Volum
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
melt thy life away Marcus strikes the dish with a knife What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lord a Flys An. Out on the murderour thou kil'st my hart Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie A deed of death done on the Innocent Becoms not Titus broher get thee gone I see thou art not for my company Mar. Alas my Lord I haue but kild a flie An. But How if that Flie had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buz lamenting doings in the ayer Poore harmelesse Fly That with his pretty buzing melody Came heere to make vs merry And thou hast kil'd him Mar. Pardon me sir It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly Like to the Empresse Moore therefore I kild him An. O o o Then pardon me for reprehending thee For thou hast done a Charitable deed Giue me thy knife I will insult on him Flattering my selfes as if it were the Moore Come hither purposely to poyson me There 's for thy selfe and that 's for Tamira Ah sirra Yet I thinke we are not brought so low But that betweene vs we can kill a Fly That comes in likenesse of a Cole-blacke Moore Mar. Alas poore man griefe ha's so wrought on him He takes false shadowes for true substances An. Come take away Lauinia goe with me I le to thy closset and goe read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old Come boy and goe with me thy sight is young And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazell Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter young Lucius and Lauinia running after him and the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme Enter Titus and Marcus Boy Helpe Grandsier helpe my Aunt Lauinia Followes me euery where I know not why Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane Mar. Stand by me Lucius doe not feare thy Aunt Titus She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Boy I when my father was in Rome she did Mar. What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes Ti. Feare not Lucius somewhat doth she meane See Lucius see how much she makes of thee Some whether would she haue thee goe with her Ah boy Cornelia neuer with more care Read to her sonnes then she hath read to thee Sweet Poetry and Tullies Oratour Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus Boy My Lord I know not I nor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her For I haue heard my Grandsier say full oft Extremitie of griefes would make men mad And I haue read that Hecubae of Troy Ran mad through sorrow that made me to feare Although my Lord I know my noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my mother did And would not but in fury fright my youth Which made me downe to throw my bookes and flie Causles perhaps but pardon me sweet Aunt And Madam if my Vncle Marcus goe I will most willingly attend your Ladyship Mar. Lucius I will Ti. How now Lauinia Marcus what meanes this Some booke there is that she desires to see Which is it girle of these Open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choyse of all my Library And so beguile thy sorrow till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed What booke Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus Mar. I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the fact I more there was Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge Ti. Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so Boy Grandsier 't is Ouids Metamorphosis My mother gaue it me Mar. For loue of her that 's gone Perhahs she culd it from among the rest Ti. Soft so busily she turnes the leaues Helpe her what would she finde Lauinia shall I read This is the tragicke tale of Philomel And treates of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy Mar. See brother see note how she quotes the leaues Ti. Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet girle Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela was Forc'd in the ruthlesse vast and gloomy woods See see I such a place there is where we did hunt O had we neuer neuer hunted there Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes Mar. O why should nature build so foule a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies Ti. Giue signes sweet girle for heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed Or slunke not Saturnine as Tarquin ersts That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed Mar. Sit downe sweet Neece brother sit downe by me Apollo Pallas Ioue or Mercury Inspire me that I may this treason finde My Lord looke heere looke heere Lauinia He writes his Name with his staffe and guides it with feete and mouth This sandie plot is plaine guide if thou canst This after me I haue writ my name Without the helpe of any hand at all Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that shift Write thou good Neece and heere display at last What God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the Traytors and the truth She takes the staffe in her mouth and guides it with her stumps and writes Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writs Stuprum Chiron Demetrius Mar. What what the lustfull sonnes of Tamora Performers of this hainous bloody deed Ti. Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis scelera tam lentus vides Mar. Oh calme thee gentle Lord Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes My Lord kneele downe with me Lauinia kneele And kneele sweet boy the Romaine Hectors hope And sweare with me as with the wofull Feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute by good aduise Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes And see their blood or die with this reproach Ti. T is sure enough and you knew how But if you hunt these Beare-whelpes then beware The Dam will wake and if she winde you once Shee 's with the Lyon deepely still in league And Iulls him whilst she palyeth on her backe And when he sleepes will she do what she list You are a young huntsman Marcus let it alone And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a Gad of steele will write these words And lay it by the angry Northerne winde Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad And where 's your lesson then Boy what say you Boy I say my Lord that if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome Mar. I that 's my boy thy father hath full oft For
his vngratefull country done the like Boy And Vncle so will I and if I liue Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie Lucius I le fit thee and withall my boy Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Come come thou 'st do thy message wilt thou not Boy I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire Ti. No boy not so I le teach thee another course Lauinia come Marcus looke to my house Lucius and I le goe braue it at the Court I marry will we sir and wee le be waited on Exeunt Mar. O heauens Can you heare a good man grone And not relent or not compassion him Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd shield But yet so iust that he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus Exit Enter Aron Chiron and Demetrius at one dore and at another dore young Lucius and another with a bundle of weapons and verses writ vpon them Chi. Demetrius heere 's the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs. Aron I some mad message from his mad Grandfather Boy My Lords with all the humblenesse I may I greete your honours from Andronicus And pray the Romane Gods confound you both Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius what 's the newes For villanie's markt with rape May it please you My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his Armorie To gratifie your honourable youth The hope of Rome for so he bad me say And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordships when euer you haue need You may be armed and appointed well And so I leaue you both like bloody villaines Exit Deme. What 's heere a scrole written round about Let 's see Integer vitae scelerisque purus non egit maury iaculis nec arcus Chi. O 't is a verse in Horace I know it well I read it in the Grammer long agoe Moore I iust a verse in Horace right you haue it Now what a thing it is to be an Asse Heer 's no sound iest the old man hath found their guilt And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines That wound beyond their feeling to the quick But were our witty Empresse well a foot She would applaud Andronicus conceit But let her rest in her vnrest a while And now young Lords wa' st not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangers and more then so Captiues to be aduanced to this height It did me good before the Pallace gate To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing Deme. But me more good to see so great a Lord Basely insinuate and send vs gifts Moore Had he not reason Lord Demetrius Did you not vse his daughter very friendly Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames At such a bay by turne to serue our lust Chi. A charitable wish and full of loue Moore Heere lack 's but you mother for to say Amen Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more Deme. Come let vs go and pray to all the Gods For our beloued mother in her paines Moore Pray to the deuils the gods haue giuen vs ouer Flourish Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne Deme. Soft who comes heere Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe Nur. Good morrow Lords O tell me did you see Aaron the Moore Aron Well more or lesse or nere a whit at all Heere Aaron is and what with Aaron now Nurse Oh gentle Aaron we are all vndone Now helpe or woe betide thee euermore Aron Why what a catterwalling dost thou keepe What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes Nurse O that which I would hide from heauens eye Our Empresse shame and stately Romes disgrace She is deliuered Lords she is deliuered Aron To whom Nurse I meane she is brought a bed Aron Wel God giue her good rest What hath he sent her Nurse A deuill Aron Why then she is the Deuils Dam a ioyfull issue Nurse A ioylesse dismall blacke sorrowfull issue Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime The Empresse sends it thee thy stampe thy seale And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point Aron Out you whore is black so base a hue Sweet blowse you are a beautious blossome sure Deme. Villaine what hast thou done Aron That which thou canst not vndoe Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother Deme. And therein hellish dog thou hast vndone Woe to her chance and damn'd her loathed choyce Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend Chi. It shall not liue Aron It shall not die Nurse Aaron it must the mother wils it so Aron What must it Nurse Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood Deme. I le broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point Nurse giue it me my sword shall soone dispatch it Aron Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp Stay murtherous villaines will you kill your brother Now by the burning Tapers of the skie That sh'one so brightly when this Boy was got He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point That touches this my first borne sonne and heire I tell you young-lings not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode Nor great Alcides nor the God of warre Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands What what ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes Ye white-limb'd walls ye Ale-house painted signes Cole-blacke is better then another hue In that it scornes to beare another hue For all the water in the Ocean Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white Although she laue them hourely in the flood Tell the Empresse from me I am of age To keepe mine owne excuse it how she can Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus Aron My mistris is my mistris this my selfe The vigour and the picture of my youth This before all the world do I preferre This manger all the world will I keepe safe Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie Aron Why ther 's the priuiledge your beauty beares Fie trecherous hue that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart Heer 's a young Lad fram'd of another leere Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father As who should say old Lad I am thine owne He is your brother Lords sensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light Nay he is your brother by the surer side Although my seale be stamped in his face Nurse Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse Dem. Aduise thee Aaron
this Tassell gentle backe againe Bondage is hoarse and may not speake aloud Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse then With repetition of my Romeo Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name How siluer sweet sound Louers tongues by night Like softest Musicke to attending eares Iul. Romeo Rom. My Neece Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee Rom. By the houre of nine Iul. I will not faile 't is twenty yeares till then I haue forgot why I did call thee backe Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it Iul. I shall forget to haue thee still stand there Remembring how I Loue thy company Rom. And I le still stay to haue thee still forget Forgetting any other home but this Iul. 'T is almost morning I would haue thee gone And yet no further then a wantons Bird That let 's it hop a little from his hand Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe So louing Iealous of his liberty Rom. I would I were thy Bird. Iul. Sweet so would I Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing Good night good night Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes peace in thy brest Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light And darknesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes pathway made by Titans wheeles Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell His helpe to craue and my deare hap to tell Exit Enter Frier alone with a basket Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles From forth daies path and Titans burning wheeles Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye The day to cheere and nights danke dew to dry I must vpfill this Osier Cage of ours With balefull weedes and precious Iuiced flowers The earth that 's Natures mother is her Tombe What is her burying graue that is her wombe And from her wombe children of diuers kind We sucking on her naturall bosome find Many for many vertues excellent None but for some and yet all different Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants Hearbs stones and their true qualities For nought so vile that on the earth doth liue But to the earth some speciall good doth giue Nor ought so good but strain'd from that faire vse Reuolts from true birth stumbling on abuse Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied And vice sometime by action dignified Enter Romeo Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower Poyson hath residence and medicine power For this being smelt with that part cheares each part Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart Two such opposed Kings encampe them still In man as well as Hearbes grace and rude will And where the worser is predominant Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant. Rom. Good morrow Father Fri. Benedecite What early tongue so sweet saluteth me Young Sonne it argues a distempered head So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lye But where vnbrused youâ—h with vnstuft braine Doth couch his lims there golden sleepe doth raigne Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure Thou art vprous'd with some diftemprature Or if not so then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night Rom. That last is true the sweeter rest was mine Fri. God pardon sin wast thou with Rosaline Rom. With Rosaline my ghostly Father No I haue forgot that name and that names woe Fri. That 's my good Son but wher hast thou bin then Rom. I le tell thee ere thou aske it me agen I haue beene feasting with mine enemie Where on a sâ—dden one hath wounded me That 's by me wounded both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies I beare no hatred blessed man for loe My intercession likewise steads my foe Fri. Be plaine good Son rest homely in thy drift Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift Rom Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set On the faire daughter of rich Capulet As mine on hers so hers is set on mine And all combin'd saue what thou must combine By holy marriage when and where and how We met we wooed and made exchange of vow I le tell thee as we passe but this I pray That thou consent to marrie vs to day Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is heere Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare So soone forsaken young mens Loue then lies Not truely in their hearts but in their eyes Iesu Maria what a deale of brine Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for Rosaline How much salt water throwne away in wast To season Loue that of it doth not tast The Sun not yet thy sighes from heauen cleares Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit Of an old teare that is not washt off yet If ere thou wast thy selfe and these woes thine Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline And art thou chang'd pronounce this sentence then Women may fall when there 's no strength in men Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline Fri. For doting not for louing pupill mine Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue. Fri. Not in a graue To lay one in another out to haue Rom. I pray thee chide me not her I Loue now Doth grace for grace and Loue for Loue allow The other did not so Fri. O she knew well Thy Loue did read by rote that could not spell But come young wauerer come goe with me In one respect I le thy assistant be For this alliance may so happy proue To turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue. Rom. O let vs hence I stand on sudden hast Fri. Wisely and slow they stumble that run fast Exeunt Enter Benuolio and Mercutio Mer. Where the deuâ—le should this Romeo be came he not home to night Ben. Not to his Fathers I spoke with his man Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench that Rosaline torments him so that he will sure run mad Ben. Tibalt the kinsman to old Capulet hath sent a Letter to his Fathers house Mer. A challenge on my life Ben. Romeo will answere it Mer. Any man that can write may answere a Letter Ben. Nay he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares being dared Mer. Alas poore Romeo he is already dead stab'd with a white wencheâ— blacke eye runne through the eare with a Loue song the very pinne of his heart cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft and is he a man to encounter Tybalt Ben. Why what is Tibalt Mer. More then Prince of Cats Oh hee 's the
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
you will not wed I le pardon you Graze where you will you shall not house with me Looke too 't thinke on 't I do not vse to iest Thursday is neere lay hand on heart aduise And you be mine I le giue you to my Friend And you be not hang beg straue die in the streets For by my soule I le nere acknowledge thee Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good Trust too 't bethinke you I le not be forsworne Exit Iuli. Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes That sees into the bottome of my griefe O sweet my Mother cast me not away Delay this marriage for a month a weeke Or if you do not make the Bridall bed In that dimâ— Monument where Tybalt lies Mo. Talke not to me for I le not speake a word Do as thou wilt for I haue done with thee Exit Iul. O God! O Nurse how shall this be preuented My Husband is on earth my faith in heauen How shall that faith returne againe to earth Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen By leauing earth Comfort me counsaile me Hlacke alacke that heauen should practise stratagems Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe What saist thou hast thou not a word of ioy Some comfort Nurse Nur. Faith here it is Romeo is banished and all the world to nothing That he dares nere come backe to challenge you Or if he do it needs must be by stealth Then since the case so stands as now it doth I thinke it best you married with the Countie O hee 's a Louely Gentleman Romeos a dish-clout to him an Eagle Madam Hath not so greene so quicke so faire an eye As Paris hath beshrow my very heart I thinke you are happy in this second match For it excels your first or if it did not Your first is dead or 't were as good he were As liuing here and you no vse of him Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart Nur. And from my soule too Or else beshrew them both Iul. Amen Nur. What Iul. Well thou hast comforted me marue'lous much Go in and tell my Lady I am gone Hauing displeas'd my Father to Lawrence Cell To make confession and to be absolu'd Nur. Marrie I will and this is wisely done Iul. Auncient damnation O most wicked fiend It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare So many thousand times Go Counsellor Thou and my bosome henchforth shall be twaine I le to the Frier to know his remedie If all else faile my selfe haue power to die Exeunt Enter Frier and Countie Paris Fri. On Thursday sir the time is very short Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so And I am nothing slow to slack his hast Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind Vneuen is the course I like it not Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalis death And therfore haue I little talke of Loue For Venus smiles not in a house of teares Now sir her Father counts it dangerous That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway And in his wisedome hasts our marriage To stop the inundation of her teares Which too much minded by her selfe alone May be put from her by societie Now doe you know the reason of this hast Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd Looke sir here comes the Lady towards my Cell Enter Iuliet Par. Happily met my Lady and my wife Iul. That may be sir when I may be a wife Par. That may be must be Loue on Thursday next Iul. What must be shall be Fri. That 's a certaine text Par. Come you to make confession to this Father Iul. To answere that I should confesse to you Par. Do not denie to him that you Loue me Iul. I will confesse to you that I Loue him Par. So will ye I am sure that you Loue me Iul. If I do so it will be of more price Benig spoke behind your backe then to your face Par. Poore soule thy face is much abus'd with teares Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that For it was bad inough before their spight Pa. Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report Iul. That is no slaunder sir which is a truth And what I spake I spake it to thy face Par. Thy face is mine and thou hast slaundred it Iul. It may be so for it is not mine owne Are you at leisure Holy Father now Or shall I come to you at euening Masse Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now My Lord you must intreat the time alone Par. Godsheild I should disturbe Deuotion Iuliet on Thursday early will I rowse yee Till then adue and keepe this holy kisse Exit Paris Iul. O shut the doore and when thou hast done so Come weepe with me past hope past care past helpe Fri. O Iuliet I alreadie know thy griefe It streames me past the compasse of my wits I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it On Thursday next be married to this Countie Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent it If in thy wisedome thou canst giue no helpe Do thou but call my resolution wise And with ' his knife I le helpe it presently God ioyn'd my heart and Romeos thou our hands And ere this hand by thee to Romeo seal'd Shall be the Labell to another Deede Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt Turne to another this shall slay them both Therefore out of thy long expetien'st time Giue me some present counsell or behold Twixt my extreames and me this bloody knife Shall play the vmpeere arbitrating that Which the commission of thy yeares and art Could to no issue of true honour bring Be not so long to speak I long to die If what thou speak'st speake not of remedy Fri. Hold Daughter I doe spie a kind of hope Which craues as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would preuent If rather then to marrie Countie Paris Thou hast the strength of will to stay thy selfe Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake A thinglike death to chide away this shame That coap'st with death himselfe to scape fro it And if thou dar'st I le giue thee remedie Iul. Oh bid me leape rather then marrie Paris From of the Battlements of any Tower Or walke in theeuish waies or bid me lurke Where Serpents are chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones With reckie shankes and yellow chappels sculls Or bid me go into a new made graue And hide me with a dead man in his graue Things that to heare them told haue made me tremble And I will doe it without feare or doubt To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue. Fri. Hold then goe home be merrie giue consent To marrie Paris wensday is to morrow To morrow
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as
with all Formes Moods shewes of Griefe That can denote me truly These indeed Seeme For they are actions that a man might play But I haue that Within which passeth show These but the Trappings and the Suites of woe King 'T is sweet and commendable In your Nature Hamlet To giue these mourning duties to your Father But you must know your Father lost a Father That Father lost lost his and the Suruiuer bound In filiall Obligation for some terme To do obsequious Sorrow But to perseuer In obstinate Condolement is a course Of impious stubbornnesse 'T is vnmanly greefe It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen A Heart vnfortified a Minde impatient An Vnderstanding simple and vnschool'd For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sence Why should we in our peeuish Opposition Take it to heart Fye 't is a fault to Heauen A fault against the Dead a fault to Nature To Reason most absurd whose common Theame Is death of Fathers and who still hath cried From the first Coarse till he that dyed to day This must be so We pray you throw to earth This vnpreuayling woe and thinke of vs As of a Father For let the world take note You are the most immediate to our Throne And with no lesse Nobility of Loue Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne Do I impart towards you For your intent In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire And we beseech you bend you to remaine Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye Our cheefest Courtier Cosin and our Sonne Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet I prythee stay with vs go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam King Why 't is a louing and a faire Reply Be as our selfe in Denmarke Madam come This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart in grace whereof No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell And the Kings Rouce the Heauens shall bruite againe Respeaking earthly Thunder Come away Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh would melt Thaw and resolue it selfe into a Dew Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt His Cannon ' gainst Selfe-slaughter O God O God! How weary stale flat and vnprofitable Seemes to me all the vses of this world Fie on 't Oh fie fie 't is an vnweeded Garden That growes to Seed Things rank and grosse in Nature Possesse it meerely That it should come to this But two months dead Nay not so much not two So excellent a King that was to this Hiperion to a Satyre so louing to my Mother That he might not beteene the windes of heauen Visit her face too roughly Heauen and Earth Must I remember why she would hang on him As if encrease of Appetite had growne By what it fed on and yet within a month Let me not thinke on 't Frailty thy name is woman A little Month or ere those shooes were old With which she followed my poore Fathers body Like Niobe all teares Why she euen she O Heauen A beast that wants discourse of Reason Would haue mourn'd longer married with mine Vnkle My Fathers Brother but no more like my Father Then I to Hercules Within a Moneth Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes She married O most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets It is not nor it cannot come to good But breake my heart for I must hold my tongue Enter Horatio Barnard and Marcellus Hor. Haile to your Lordship Ham. I am glad to see you well Horatio or I do forget my selfe Hor. The same my Lord And your poore Seruant euer Ham. Sir my good friend I le change that name with you And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Mar. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good euen Sir But what in faith make you from Wittemberge Hor. A truant disposition good my Lord. Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence To make it truster of your owne report Against your selfe I know you are no Truant But what is your affaire in Elsenour Wee 'l teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart Hor. My Lord I came to see your Fathers Funerall Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me fellow Student I thinke it was to see my Mothers-Wedding Hor. Indeed my Lord it followed hard vpon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the Funerall Bakt-meats Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio My father me thinkes I see my father Hor. Oh where my Lord Ham. In my minds eye Horatio Hor. I saw him once he was a goodly King Ham. He was a man take him for all in all I shall not look vpon his like againe Hor. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw Who Hor. My Lord the King your Father Ham. The King my Father Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent eare till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This maruell to you Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcellus and Barnardo on their Watch In the dead wast and middle of the night Beene thus encountred A figure like your Father Arm'd at all points exactly Cap a Pe Appeares before them and with sollemne march Goes slow and stately By them thrice he walkt By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes Within his Truncheons length whilst they bestil'd Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare Stand dumbe and speake not to him This to me In dreadfull secrecie impart they did And I with them the third Night kept the Watch Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time Forme of the thing each word made true and good The Apparition comes I knew your Father These hands are not more like Ham. But where was this Mar. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht Ham. Did you not speake to it Hor. My Lord I did But answere made it none yet once me thought It lifted vp it head and did addresse It selfe to motion like as it would speake But euen then the Morning Cocke crew lowd And at the sound it shrunke in hast away And vanisht from our sight Ham. T is very strange Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 't is true And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty To let you know of it Ham. Indeed indeed Sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to Night Both. We doe my Lord. Ham. Arm'd say you Both. Arm'd my Lord. Ham. From top to toe Both. My Lord from head to foote Ham. Then saw you not his face Hor. O yes my Lord he wore his Beauer vp Ham. What lookt he frowningly Hor. A
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
finde him not there seeke him i' th other place your selfe but indeed if you finde him not this moneth you shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby King Go seeke him there Ham. He will stay till ye come K. Hamlet this deed of thine for thine especial safety Which we do tender as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse Therefore prepare thy selfe The Barke is readie and the winde at helpe Th' Associates tend and euery thing at bent For England Ham. For England King I Hamlet Ham. Good King So is it if thou knew'st our purposes Ham. I see a Cherube that see 's him but come for England Farewell deere Mother King Thy louing Father Hamlet Hamlet My Mother Father and Mother is man and wife man wife is one flesh and so my mother Come for England Exit King Follow him at foote Tempt him with speed aboord Delay it not I le haue him hence to night Away for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th' Affaire pray you make haft And England if my loue thou holdst at ought As my great power thereof may giue thee sense Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword and thy free awe Payes homage to vs thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet Do it England For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages And thou must cure me Till I know 't is done How ere my happes my ioyes were ne're begun Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie For. Go Captaine from me greet the Danish King Tell him that by his license Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome You know the Rendeuous If that his Maiesty would ought with vs We shall expresse our dutie in his eye And let him know so Cap. I will doo 't my Lord. For. Go safely on Exit Enter Queene and Horatio Qu. I will not speake with her Hor. She is importunate indeed distract her moode will needs be pittied Qu. What would she haue Hor. She speakes much of her Father saies she heares There 's trickes i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurnes enuiously at Strawes speakes things in doubt That carry but halfe sense Her speech is nothing Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection they ayme at it And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts Which as her winkes and nods and gestures yeeld them Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought Though nothing sure yet much vnhappily Qu. 'T were good she were spoken with For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds Let her come in To my sicke soule as sinnes true Nature is Each toy seemes Prologue to some great amisse So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt It spill's it selfe in fearing to be spilt Enter Ophelia distracted Ophe Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one By his Cockle hat and staffe and his Sandal shoone Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this Song Ophe. Say you Nay pray you marke He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse-greene Turfe at his heeles a stone Enter King Qu. Nay but Ophelia Ophe. Pray you marke White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow Qu. Alas looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers Which bewept to the graue did not go With true-loue showres King How do ye pretty Lady Ophe. Well God dil'd you They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter Lord wee know what we are but know not what we may be God be at your Table King Conceit vpon her Father Ophe. Pray you let 's haue no words of this but when they aske you what it meanes say you this Tomorrow is S. Valentines day all in the morning betime And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine Then vp he rose don'd his clothes dupt the chamber dore Let in the Maid that out a Maid neuer departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la without an oath I le make an end out By gis and by S. Charity Alacke and sie for shame Yong men wil doo 't if they come too 't By Cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promis'd me to Wed So would I ha done by yonder Sunne And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she bin this Ophe. I hope all will be well We must bee patient but I cannot choose but weepe to thinke they should lay him i' th' cold ground My brother shall knowe of it and so I thanke you for your good counsell Come my Coach Goodnight Ladies Goodnight sweet Ladies Goodnight goodnight Exit King Follow her close Giue her good watch I pray you Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe it springs All from her Fathers death Oh Gertrude Gertrude When sorrowes comes they come not single spies But in Battaliaes First her Father slaine Next your Sonne gone and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue the people muddied Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe and her faire Iudgement Without the which we are Pictures or meere Beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her Brother is in secret come from France Keepes on his wonder keepes himselfe in clouds And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death Where in necessitie of matter Beggard Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare O my deere Gertrude this Like to a murdering Peece in many places Giues me superfluous death A Noise within Enter a Messenger Qu. Alacke what noyse is this King Where are my Switzers Let them guard the doore What is the matter Mes Saue your selfe my Lord. The Ocean ouer-peering of his List Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes in a Riotous head Ore-beares your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot Custome not knowne The Ratifiers and props of euery word They cry choose we Laertes shall be King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Laertes King Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges Noise within Enter Laertes King The doores are broke Laer. Where is the King sirs Stand you all without All. No let 's come in Laer. I pray you giue me leaue Al. We will we will Laer. I thanke you Keepe the doore Oh thou vilde King giue me my Father Qu. Calmely good Laertes Laer. That drop of blood that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard Cries Cuckold to
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
rightly are Foole. May not an Asse know when the Cart drawes the Horse Whoop Iugge I loue thee Lear. Do's any heere know me This is not Lear Do's Lear walke thus Speake thus Where are his eies Either his Notion weakens his Discernings Are Lethargied Ha! Waking 'T is not so Who is it that can tell me who I am Foole. Lears shadow Lear. Your name faire Gentlewoman Gon. This admiration Sir is much o' th' sauour Of other your new prankes I do beseech you To vnderstand my purposes aright As you are Old and Reuerend should be Wise Heere do you keepe a hundred Knights and Squires Men so disorder'd so debosh'd and bold That this our Court infected with their manners Shewes like a riotous Inne Epicurisme and Lust Makes it more like a Tauerne or a Brothell Then a grac'd Pallace The shame it selfe doth speake For instant remedy Be then desir'd By her that else will take the thing she begges A little to disquantity your Traine And the remainders that shall still depend To be such men as may besort your Age Which know themselues and you Lear. Darknesse and Diuels Saddle my horses call my Traine together Degenerate Bastard I le not trouble thee Yet haue I left a daughter Gon. You strike my people and your disorder'd rable make Seruants of their Betters Enter Albany Lear. Woe that too late repents Is it your will speake Sir Prepare my Horses Ingratitude thou Marble-hearted Fiend More hideous when thou shew'st thee in a Child Then the Sea-monster Alb. Pray Sir be patient Lear. Detested Kite thou lyest My Traine are men of choice and rarest parts That all particulars of dutie know And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name O most small fault How vgly did'st thou in Cordelia shew Which like an Engine wrencht my frame of Nature From the fixt place drew from my heart all loue And added to the gall O Lear Lear Lear Beate at this gate that let thy Folly in And thy deere Iudgement out Go go my people Alb. My Lord I am guiltlesse as I am ignorant Of what hath moued you Lear. It may be so my Lord. Heare Nature heare deere Goddesse heare Suspend thy purpose if thou did'st intend To make this Creature fruitfull Into her Wombe conuey stirrility Drie vp in her the Organs of increase And from her derogate body neuer spring A Babe to honor her If she must teeme Create her childe of Spleene that it may liue And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her Let it stampe wrinkles in her brow of youth With cadent Teares fret Channels in her cheekes Turne all her Mothers paines and benefits To laughter and contempt That she may feele How sharper then a Serpents tooth it is To haue a thanklesse Childe Away away Exit Alb. Now Gods that we adore Whereof comes this Gon. Neuer afflict your selfe to know more of it But let his disposition haue that scope As dotage giues it Enter Lear. Lear. What fiftie of my Followers at a clap Within a fortnight Alb. What 's the matter Sir Lear. I le tell thee Life and death I am asham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus That these hot teares which breake from me perforce Should make thee worth them Blastes and Fogges vpon thee Th' vntented woundings of a Fathers curse Pierce euerie sense about thee Old fond eyes Beweepe this cause againe I le plucke ye out And cast you with the waters that you loose To temper Clay Ha Let it be so I haue another daughter Who I am sure is kinde and comfortable When she shall heare this of thee with her nailes Shee 'l flea thy Woluish visage Thou shalt finde That I le resume the shape which thou dost thinke I haue cast off for euer Exit Gon. Do you marke that Alb. I cannot be so partiall Gonerill To the great loue I beare you Gon. Pray you content What Oswald hoa You Sir more Knaue then Foole after your Master Foole. Nunkle Lear Nunkle Lear Tarry take the Foole with thee A Fox when one has caught her And such a Daughter Should sure to the Slaughter If my Cap would buy a Halter So the Foole followes after Exit Gon. This man hath had good Counsell A hundred Knights 'T is politike and safe to let him keepe At point a hundred Knights yes that on euerie dreame Each buz each fancie each complaint dislike He may enguard his dotage with their powres And hold our liues in mercy Oswald I say Alb. Well you may feare too farre Gon. Safer then trust too farre Let me still take away the harmes I feare Not feare still to be taken I know his heart What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister If she sustaine him and his hundred Knights When I haue shew'd th' vnfitnesse Enter Steward How now Oswald What haue you writ that Letter to my Sister Stew. I Madam Gon. Take you some company and away to horse Informe her full of my particular feare And thereto adde such reasons of your owne As may compact it more Get you gone And hasten your returne no no my Lord This milky gentlenesse and course of yours Though I condemne not yet vnder pardon Your are much more at task for want of wisedome Then prai'sd for harmefull mildnesse Alb. How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell Striuing to better oft we marre what 's well Con. Nay then Alb. Well well the'uent Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Lear Kent Gentleman and Foole. Lear. Go you before to Gloster with these Letters acquaint my Daughter no further with any thing you know then comes from her demand out of the Letter if your Dilligence be not speedy I shall be there afore you Kent I will not sleepe my Lord till I haue deliuered your Letter Exit Foole. If a mans braines were in 's heeles wert not in danger of kybes Lear. I Boy Foole. Then I prythee be merry thy wit shall not go slip-shod Lear. Ha ha ha Fool. Shalt see thy other Daughter will vse thee kindly for though she 's as like this as a Crabbe's like an Apple yet I can tell what I can tell Lear. What can'st tell Boy Foole. She will taste as like this as a Crabbe do's to a Crab thou canst tell why ones nose stands i' th' middle on 's face Lear. No. Foole. Why to keepe ones eyes of either side 's nose that what a man cannot smell out he may spy into Lear. I did her wrong Foole. Can'st tell how an Oyster makes his shell Lear. No. Foole. Nor I neither but I can tell why a Snaile ha's a house Lear. Why Foole. Why to put 's head in not to giue it away to his daughters and leaue his hornes without a case Lear. I will forget my Nature so kind a Father Be my Horsses ready Foole. Thy Asses are gone about 'em the reason why the seuen Starres are no mo then seuen is a pretty reason Lear. Because they are not eight
euery day Le. True Boy Come bring vs to this Houell Exit Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan I le speake a Prophesie ere I go When Priests are more in word then matter When Brewers marre their Malt with water When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors No Heretiques burn'd but wenches Sutors When euery Case in Law is right No Squire in debt nor no poore Knight When Slanders do not liue in Tongues Nor Cut-purses come not to throngs When Vsurers tell their Gold i' th' Field And Baudes and whores do Churches build Then shal the Realme of Albion come to great confusion Then comes the time who liues to see 't That going shal be vs'd with feet This prophecie Merlin shall make for I liue before his time Exit Scaena Tertia Enter Gloster and Edmund Glo. Alacke alacke Edmund I like not this vnnaturall dealing when I desired their leaue that I might pity him they tooke from me the vse of mine owne house charg'd me on paine of perpetuall displeasure neither to speaâ—e of him entreat for him or any way sustaine him Bast Most sauage and vnnaturall Glo. Go too say you nothing There is diuision betweene the Dukes and a worsse matter then that I haue receiued a Letter this night 't is dangerous to be spoken I haue lock'd the Letter in my Closset these iniuries the King now beares will be reuenged home ther is part of a Power already footed we must incline to the King I will looke him and priuily relieue him goe you and maintaine talke with the Duke that my charity be not of him perceiued If he aske for me I am ill and gone to bed if I die for it as no lesse is threatned me the King my old Master must be relieued There is strange things toward Edmund pray you be carefull Exit Bast This Curtesie forbid thee shall the Duke Instantly know and of that Letter too This seemes a faire deseruing and must draw me That which my Father looses no lesse then all The yonger rises when the old doth fall Exit Scena Quarta Enter Lear Kent and Foole. Kent Here is the place my Lord good my Lord enter The tirrany of the open night 's too rough For Nature to endure Storme still Lear. Let me alone Kent Good my Lord enter heere Lear. Wilt breake my heart Kent I had rather breake mine owne Good my Lord enter Lear. Thou think'st 't is much that this contentious storme Inuades vs to the skinso 't is to thee But where the greater malady is fixt The lesser is scarce felt thou 'dst shun a Beare But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea thou 'dst meete the Beare i' th' mouth when the mind 's free The bodies delicate the tempest in my mind Doth from my sences take all feeling else Saue what beates there Filliall ingratitude Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand For lifting food too 't But I will punish home No I will weepe no more in such a night To shut me out Poure on I will endure In such a night as this O Regan Gonerill Your old kind Father whose franke heart gaue all O that way madnesse lies let me shun that No more of that Kent Good my Lord enter here Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe seeke thine owne ease This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder On things would hurt me more but I le goe in In Boy go first You houselesse pouertie Exit Nay get thee in I le pray and then I le sleepe Poore naked wretches where so ere you are That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme How shall your House-lesse heads and vnfed sides Your lop'd and window'd raggednesse defend you From seasons such as these O I haue tane Too little care of this Take Physicke Pompe Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele That thou maist shake the superflux to them And shew the Heauens more iust Enter Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fathom and halfe Fathom and halfe poore Tom. Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle here 's a spirit helpe me helpe me Kent Giue me thy hand who 's there Foole. A spirite a spirite he sayes his name 's poore Tom. Kent What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw Come forth Edg. Away the foule Fiend followes me through the sharpe Hauthorne blow the windes Humh goe to thy bed and warme thee Lear. Did'st thou giue all to thy Daughters And art thou come to this Edgar Who giues any thing to poore Tom Whom the foule fiend hath led though Fire and through Flame through Sword and Whirle-Poole o're Bog and Quagmire that hath laid Kniues vnder his Pillow and Halters in his Pue set Rats-bane by his Porredge made him Proud of heart to ride on a Bay trotting Horse ouer foure incht Bridges to course his owne shadow for a Traitor Blisse thy fiue Wits Toms a cold O do de do de do de blisse thee from Whirle-Windes Starre-blasting and taking do poore Tom some charitie whom the foule Fiend vexes There could I haue him now and there and there againe and there Storme still Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this passe Could'st thou saue nothing Would'st thou giue 'em all Foole. Nay he reseru'd a Blanket else we had bin all sham'd Lea. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre Hang fated o're mens faults light on thy Daughters Kent He hath no Daughters Sir Lear. Death Traitor nothing could haue subdu'd Nature To such a lownesse but his vnkind Daughters Is it the fashion that discarded Fathers Should haue thus little mercy on their flesh Iudicious punishment 't was this flesh begot Those Pelicane Daughters Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill alow alow loo loo Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to Fooles and Madmen Edgar Take heed o' th' foole Fiend obey thy Parents keepe thy words Iustice sweare not commit not with mans sworne Spouse set not thy Sweet-heart on proud array Tomâ—s a cold Lear. What hast thou bin Edg. A Seruingman Proud in heart and minde that curl'd my haire wore Gloues in my cap seru'd the Lust of my Mistris heart and did the acte of darkenesse with her Swore as many Oathes as I spake words broke them in the sweet face of Heauen One that slept in the contriuing of Lust and wak'd to doe it Wine lou'd I deerely Dice deerely and in Woman out-Paramour'd the Turke False of heart light of eare bloody of hand Hog in sloth Foxe in stealth Wolfe in greedinesse Dog in madnes Lyon in prey Let not the creaking of shooes Nor the rustling of Silkes betray thy poore heart to woman Keepe thy foote out of Brothels thy hand out of Plackets thy pen from Lenders Bookes and defye the foule Fiend Still through the Hauthorne blowes the cold winde Sayes suum mun nonny Dolphin my Boy Boy Sesey let him trot by Storme still Lear. Thou wert better in a Graue then to answere with thy vncouer'd body this extremitie
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
gilded Fly Do's letcher in my sight Let Copulation thriue For Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father Then my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull sheets Too 't Luxury pell-mell for I lacke Souldiers Behold yond simpring Dame whose face betweene her Forkes presages Snow that minces Vertue do's shake the head to heare of pleasures name The Fitchew nor the soyled Horse goes too 't with a more riotous appetite Downe from the waste they are Centaures though Women all aboue but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit beneath is all the Fiends There 's hell there 's darkenes there is the sulphurous pit burning scalding stench consumption Fye fie fie pah pah Giue me an Ounce of Ciuet good Apothecary sweeten my immagination There 's money for thee Glou. O let me kisse that hand Lear. Let me wipe it first It smelles of Mortality Glou. O ruin'd peece of Nature this great world Shall so weare out to naught Do'st thou know me Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough dost thou squiny at me No doe thy worst blinde Cupid I le not loue Reade thou this challenge marke but the penning of it Glou. Were all thy Letters Sunnes I could not see Edg. I would not take this from report It is and my heart breakes at it Lear. Read Glou. What with the Case of eyes Lear. Oh ho are you there with me No eies in your head nor no mony in your purse Your eyes are in a heauy case your purse in a light yet you see how this world goes Glou. I see it feelingly Lear. What art mad A man may see how this world goes with no eyes Looke with thine eares See how yond Iustice railes vpon yond simple theefe Hearke in thine eare Change places and handy-dandy which is the Iustice which is the theefe Thou hast seene a Farmers dogge barke at a Beggar Glou. I Sir Lear. And the Creature run from the Cur there thou might'st behold the great image of Authoritie a Dogg's obey'd in Office Thou Rascall Beadle hold thy bloody hand why dost thou lash that Whore Strip thy owne backe thou hotly lusts to vse her in that kind for which thou whip'st her The Vsurer hangs the Cozener Thorough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare Robes and Furr'd gownes hide all Place sinnes with Gold and the strong Lance of Iustice hurtlesse breakes Arme it in ragges a Pigmies straw do's pierce it None do's offend none I say none I le able 'em take that of me my Friend who haue the power to seale th' accusers lips Get thee glasse-eyes and like a scuruy Politician seeme to see the things thou dost not Now now now now Pull off my Bootes harder harder so Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt Reason in Madnesse Lear. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes take my eyes I know thee well enough thy name is Glouster Thou must be patient we came crying hither Thou know'st the first time that we smell the Ayre We wawle and cry I will preach to thee Marke Glou. Alacke alacke the day Lear. When we are borne we cry that we are come To this great stage of Fooles This a good blocke It were a delicate stratagem to shoo A Troope of Horse with Felt I le put't in proofe And when I haue stolne vpon these Son in Lawes Then kill kill kill kill kill kill Enter a Gentleman Gent. Oh heere he is lay hand vpon him Sir Your most deere Daughter Lear. No rescue What a Prisoner I am euen The Naturall Foole of Fortune Vse me well You shall haue ransome Let me haue Surgeons I am cut to ' th' Braines Gent. You shall haue any thing Lear. No Seconds All my selfe Why this would make a man a man of Salt To vse his eyes for Garden water-pots I wil die brauely Like a smugge Bridegroome What I will be Iouiall Come come I am a King Masters know you that Gent. You are a Royall one and we obey you Lear. Then there 's life in 't Come and you get it You shall get it by running Sa sa sa sa Exit Gent. A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch Past speaking of in a King Thou hast a Daughter Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse Which twaine haue brought her to Edg. Haile gentle Sir Gent. Sir speed you what 's your will Edg. Do you heare ought Sir of a Battell toward Gent. Most sure and vulgar Euery one heares that which can distinguish sound Edg. But by your fauour How neere 's the other Army Gent. Neere and on speedy foot the maine descry Stands on the hourely thought Edg. I thanke you Sir that 's all Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here Her Army is mou'd on Exit Edg. I thanke you Sir Glou. You euer gentle Gods take my breath from me Let not my worser Spirit tempt me againe To dye before you please Edg. Well pray you Father Glou. Now good sir what are you Edg. A most poore man made tame to Fortunes blows Who by the Art of knowne and feeling sorrowes Am pregnant to good pitty Giue me your hand I le leade you to some biding Glou. Heartie thankes The bountie and the benizon of Heauen To boot and boot Enter Steward Stew. A proclaim'd prize most happie That eyelesse head of thine was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes Thou old vnhappy Traitor Breefely thy selfe remember the Sword is out That must destroy thee Glou. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough too 't Stew. Wherefore bold Pezant Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor Hence Least that th' infection of his fortune take Like hold on thee Let go his arme Edg. I hill not let go Zir Without vurther ' casion Stew. Let go Slaue or thou dy'st Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate and let poore volke passe and ' I hud ha' bin zwaggerd out of my life 't would not ha' bin zo long as 't is by a vortnight Nay come not neere th' old man keepe out che vor'ye or ice try whither your Costard or my Ballow be the harder I hill be plaine with you Stew. Out Dunghill Edg. I hill picke your teeth Zir come no matter vor your foynes Stew. Slaue thou hast slaine me Villain take my purse If euer thou wilt thriue bury my bodie And giue the Letters which thou find'st about me To Edmund Earle of Glouster seeke him out Vpon the English party Oh vntimely death death Edg. I know thee well A seruiceable Villaine As duteous to the vices of thy Mistris As badnesse would desire Glou. What is he dead Edg. Sit you downe Father rest you Let 's see these Pockets the Letters that he speakes of May be my Friends hee 's dead I am onely sorry He had no other Deathsman Let vs see Leaue gentle waxe and manners blame vs not To know our enemies mindes we rip their hearts Their Papers is more lawfull Reads the Letter LEt our reciprocall vowes be remembred You haue manie opportunities to cut him off if your will
within Her Againe Her Againe Enter Edgar armed Alb. Aske him his purposes why he appeares Vpon this Call o' th' Trumpet Her What are you Your name your quality and why you answer This present Summons Edg. Know my name is lost By Treasons tooth bare-gnawne and Canker-bit Yet am I Noble as the Aduersary I come to cope Alb. Which is that Aduersary Edg. What 's he that speakes for Edmund Earle of Gloster Bast Himselfe what saist thou to him Edg. Draw thy Sword That if my speech offend a Noble heart Thy arme may do thee Iustice heere is mine Behold it is my priuiledge The priuiledge of mine Honours My oath and my profession I protest Maugre thy strength place youth and eminence Despise thy victor-Sword and fire new Fortune Thy valor and thy heart thou art a Traitor False to thy Gods thy Brother and thy Father Conspirant ' gainst this high illustirous Prince And from th' extremest vpward of thy head To the discent and dust below thy foote A most Toad-spotted Traitor Say thou no This Sword this arme and my best spirits are bent To proue vpon thy heart whereto I speake Thou lyest Bast In wisedome I should aske thy name But since thy out-side lookes so faire and Warlike And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of Knight-hood I disdaine and spurne Backe do I tosse these Treasons to thy head With the hell-hated Lye ore-whelme thy heart Which for they yet glance by and scarely bruise This Sword of mine shall giue them instant way Where they shall rest for euer Trumpets speake Alb. Saue him saue him Alarums Fights Gon. This is practise Gloster By th' law of Warre thou wast not bound to answer An vnknowne opposite thou art not vanquish'd But cozend and be guild Alb. Shut your mouth Dame Or with this paper shall I stop it hold Sir Thou worse then any name reade thine owne euill No tearing Lady I perceiue you know it Gon. Say if I do the Lawes are mine not thine Who can araigne me for 't Exit Alb. Most monstrous O know'st thou this paper Bast Aske me not what I know Alb. Go after her she 's desperate gouerne her Bast What you haue charg'd me with That haue I done And more much more the time will bring it out 'T is past and so am I But what art thou That hast this Fortune on me If thou' rt Noble I do forgiue thee Edg. Let 's exchange charity I am no lesse in blood then thou art Edmond If more the more th' hast wrong'd me My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne The Gods are iust and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague vs The darke and vitious place where thee he got Cost him his eyes Bast Th' hast spoken right 't is true The Wheele is come full circle I am heere Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophesie A Royall Noblenesse I must embrace thee Let sorrow split my heart if euer I Did hate thee or thy Father Edg. Worthy Prince I know 't Alb. Where haue you hid your selfe How haue you knowne the miseries of your Father Edg. By nursing them my Lord. List a breefe tale And when 't is told O that my heart would burst The bloody proclamation to escape That follow'd me so neere O our liues sweetnesse That we the paine of death would hourely dye Rather then die at once taught me to shift Into a mad-mans rags t'assume a semblance That very Dogges disdain'd and in this habit Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings Their precious Stones new lost became his guide Led him begg'd for him sau'd him from dispaire Neuer O fault reueal'd my selfe vnto him Vntill some halfe houre past when I was arm'd Not suâ—e though hoping of this good successe I ask'd his blessing and from first to last Told him our pilgrimage But his flaw'd heart Alacke too weake the conflict to support Twixt two extremes of passion ioy and greefe Burst smilingly Bast. This speech of yours hath mou'd me And shall perchance do good but speake you on You looke as you had something more to say Alb. If there be more more wofull hold it in For I am almost ready to dissolue Hearing of this Enter a Gentleman Gen. Helpe helpe O helpe Edg. What kinde of helpe Alb. Speake man Edg. What meanes this bloody Knife Gen. 'T is hot it smoakes it came euen from the heart of O she 's dead Alb. Who dead Speake man Gen. Your Lady Sir your Lady and her Sister By her is poyson'd she confesses it Bast I was contracted to them both all three Now marry in an instant Edg. Here comes Kent Enter Kent Alb. Produce the bodies be they aliue or dead Gonerill and Regans bodies brought out This iudgement of the Heauens that makes vs tremble Touches vs not with pitty O is this he The time will not allow the complement Which very manners vrges Kent I am come To bid my King and Master aye good night Is he not here Alb. Great thing of vs forgot Speake Edmund where 's the King and where 's Cordelia Seest thou this obiect Kent Kent Alacke why thus Bast Yet Edmund was belou'd The one the other poison'd for my sake And after slew herselfe Alb. Euen so couer their faces Bast I pant for life some good I meane to do Despight of mine owne Nature Quickly send Be briefe in it to ' th' Castle for my Writ Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia Nay send in time Alb. Run run O run Edg. To who my Lord Who ha's the Office Send thy token of repreeue Bast. Well thought on take my Sword Giue it the Captaine Edg. Hast thee for thy life Bast He hath Commission from thy Wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison and To lay the blame vpon her owne dispaire That she for-did her selfe Alb. The Gods defend her beare him hence awhile Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes Lear. Howle howle howle O your are men of stones Had I your tongues and eyes I l'd vse them so That Heauens vault should crack she 's gone for euer I know when one is dead and when one liues She 's dead as earth Lend me a Looking-glasse If that her breath will mist or staine the stone Why then she liues Kent Is this the promis'd end Edg. Or image of that horror Alb. Fall and cease Lear. This feather stirs she liues if it be so It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorrowes That euer I haue felt Kent O my good Master Lear. Prythee away Edg. 'T is Noble Kent your Friend Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors Traitors all I might haue sau'd her now she 's gone for euer Cordelia Cordelia stay a little Ha What is' t thou saist Her voice was euer soft Gentle and low an excellent thing in woman I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee Gent. 'T is true my Lords he did Lear. Did I
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