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
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke âan prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and 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
pittie I could helpe Please you walke in my Lords Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Be moderate be moderate Cres Why tell you me of moderation The griefe is fine full perfect that I taste And no lesse in a sense as strong As that which causeth it How can I moderate it If I could temporise with my affection Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat The like alaiment could I giue my griefe My loue admits no qualifying crosse Enter Troylus No more my griefe in such a precious losse Pan. Here here here he comes a sweet ducke Cres O Troylus Troylus Pan. What a paire of spectacles is here let me embrace too oh hart as the goodly saying is O heart heauie heart why sighest thou without breaking where he answers againe because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendship nor by speaking there was neuer a truer rime let vs cast away nothing for we may liue to haue neede of such a Verse we see it we see it how now Lambs Troy Cressid I loue thee in so strange a puritie That the blest gods as angry with my fancie More bright in zeale then the deuotion which Cold lips blow to their Deities take thee from me Cres Haue the gods enuie Pan. I I I I 't is too plaine a case Cres And is it true that I must goe from Troy Troy A hatefull truth Cres What and from Troylus too Troy From Troy and Troylus Cres I st possible Troy And sodainely where iniurie of chance Puts backe leaue-taking iustles roughly by All time of pause rudely beguiles our lips Of all reioyndure forcibly preuents Our lockt embrasures strangles our deare vowes Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath We two that with so many thousand sighes Did buy each other must poorely sell our selues With the rude breuitie and discharge of our Iniurious time now with a robbers haste Crams his rich theeuerie vp he knowes not how As many farwels as be stars in heauen With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them He fumbles vp into a loose adiew And scants vs with a single famisht kisse Distasting with the salt of broken teares Enter Aeneus Aeneus within My Lord is the Lady ready Troy Harke you are call'd some say the genius so Cries come to him that instantly must dye Bid them haue patience she shall come anon Pan. Where are my teares raine to lay this winde or my heart will be blowne vp by the root Cres I must then to the Grecians Troy No remedy Cres A wofull Cressid ' mong'st the merry Greekes Troy When shall we see againe Troy Here me my loue be thou but true of heart Cres I true how now what wicked deeme is this Troy Nay we must vse expostulation kindely For it is parting from vs I speake not be thou true as fearing thee For I will throw my Gloue to death himselfe That there 's no maculation in thy heart But be thou true say I to fashion in My sequent protestation be thou true And I will see thee Cres O you shall be expos'd my Lord to dangers As infinite as imminent but I le be true Troy And I le grow friend with danger Weare this Sleeue Cres And you this Gloue When shall I see you Troy I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels To giue thee nightly visitation But yet be true Cres O heauens be true againe Troy Heare why I speake it Loue The Grecian youths are full of qualitie Their louing well compos'd with guift of nature Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise How nouelties may moue and parts with person Alas a kinde of godly iealousie Which I beseech you call a vertuous sinne Makes me affraid Cres O heauens you loue me not Troy Dye I a villaine then In this I doe not call your faith in question So mainely as my merit I cannot sing Nor heele the high Lauolt nor sweeten talke Nor play at subtill games faire vertues all To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant But I can tell that in each grace of these There lurkes a still and dumb-discoursiue diuell That tempts most cunningly but be not tempted Cres Doe you thinke I will Troy No but something may be done that we wil not And sometimes we are diuels to our selues When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers Presuming on their changefull potencie Aeneas within Nay good my Lord Troy Come kisse and let vs part Paris within Brother Troylus Troy Good brother come you hither And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you Cres My Lord will you be true Exit Troy Who I alas it is my vice my fault Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion I with great truth catch meere simplicitie Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes With truth and plainnesse I doe weare mine bare Enter the Greekes Feare not my truth the morrall of my wit Is plaine and true ther 's all the reach of it Welcome sir Diomed here is the Lady Which for Antenor we deliuer you At the port Lord I le giue her to thy hand And by the way possesse thee what she is Entreate her faire and by my soule faire Greeke If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword Name Cressid and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Illion Diom. Faire Lady Cressid So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects The lustre in your eye heauen in your cheeke Pleades your faire visage and to Diomed You shall be mistresse and command him wholly Troy Grecian thou do'st not vse me curteously To shame the seale of my petition towards I praising her I tell thee Lord of Greece Shee is as farre high soaring o're thy praises As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her seruant I charge thee vse her well euen for my charge For by the dreadfull Pluto if thou do'st not Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard I le cut thy throate Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus Let me be priuiledg'd by my place and message To be a speaker free when I am hence I le answer to my lust and know my Lord I le nothing doe on charge to her owne worth She shall be priz'd but that you say be 't so I le speake it in my spirit and honor no. Troy Come to the Port. I le tell thee Diomed This braue shall oft make thee to hide thy head Lady giue me your hand and as we walke To our owne selues bend we our needefull talke Sound Trumpet Par. Harke Hectors Trumpet Aene. How haue we spent this morning The Prince must thinke me tardy and remisse That swore to ride before him in the field Par. 'T is Troylus fault come come to field with him Exeunt Dio. Let vs make ready straight Aene. Yea with a Bridegroomes fresh alacritie Let vs addresse to tend on Hectors heeles The glory of our Troy doth this day lye On his faire worth and single Chiualrie Enter Aiax armed Achilles Patroclus Agamemnon
Tullus Auffidius well appeare well in these Warres his great Opposer Coriolanus being now in no request of his countrey Volce He cannot choose I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you You haue ended my Businesse and I will merrily accompany you home Rom. I shall betweene this and Supper tell you most strange things from Rome all tending to the good of their Aduersaries Haue you an Army ready say you Vol. A most Royall one The Centurions and their charges distinctly billetted already in th' entertainment and to be on foot at an houres warning Rom. I am ioyfull to heare of their readinesse and am the man I thinke that shall set them in present Action So sir heartily well met and most glad of your Company Volce You take my part from me sir I haue the most cause to be glad of yours Rom. Well let vs go together Exeunt Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell Disguisd and muffled Corio A goodly City is this Antium Citty 'T is I that made thy Widdowes Many an heyre Of these faire Edifices fore my Warres Haue I heard groane and drop Then know me not Least that thy Wiues with Spits and Boyes with stones In puny Battell slay me Saue you sir Enter a Citizen Cit. And you Corio Direct me if it be your will where great Auffidius lies Is he in Antium Cit. He is and Feasts the Nobles of the State at his house this night Corio Which is his house beseech you Cit. This heere before you Corio Thanke you sir farewell Exit Citizen Oh World thy slippery turnes Friends now fast sworn Whose double bosomes seemes to weare one heart Whose Houres whose Bed whose Meale and Exercise Are still together who Twin as 't were in Loue Vnseparable shall within this houre On a dissention of a Doit breake out To bitterest Enmity So fellest Foes Whose Passions and whose Plots haue broke their sleep To take the one the other by some chance Some tricke not worth an Egge shall grow deere friends And inter-ioyne their yssues So with me My Birth-place haue I and my loues vpon This Enemie Towne I le enter if he slay me He does faire Iustice if he giue me way I le do his Country Seruice Exit Musicke playes Enter a Seruingman 1 Ser. Wine Wine Wine What seruice is heere I thinke our Fellowes are asleepe Enter another Seruingman 2 Ser. Where 's Cotus my M. cals for him Cotus Exit Enter Coriolanus Corio A goodly House The Feast smels well but I appeare not like a Guest Enter the first Seruingman 1 Ser. What would you haue Friend whence are you Here 's no place for you Pray go to the doore Exit Corio I haue deseru'd no better entertainment in being Coriolanus Enter second Seruant 2 Ser. Whence are you sir Ha's the Porter his eyes in his head that he giues entrance to such Companions Pray get you out Corio Away 2 Ser. Away Get you away Corio Now th' art troublesome 2 Ser. Are you so braue I le haue you talkt with anon Enter 3 Seruingman the 1 meets him 3 What Fellowes this 1 A strange one as euer I look'd on I cannot get him out o' th' house Prythee call my Master to him 3 What haue you to do here fellow Pray you auoid the house Corio Let me but stand I will not hurt your Harth 3 What are you Corio A Gentleman 3 A maru'llous poore one Corio True so I am 3 Pray you poore Gentleman take vp some other station Heere 's no place for you pray you auoid Come Corio Follow your Function go and batten on colde bits Pushes him away from him 3 What you will not Prythee tell my Maister what a strange Guest he ha's heere 2 And I shall Exit second Seruingman 3 Where dwel'st thou Corio Vnder the Canopy 3 Vnder the Canopy Corio I. 3 Where 's that Corio I' th City of Kites and Crowes 3 I' th City of Kites and Crowes What an Asse it is then thou dwel'st with Dawes too Corio No I serue not thy Master 3 How sir Do you meddle with my Master Corio I t is an honester seruice then to meddle with thy Mistris Thou prat'st and prat'st serue with thy trencher Hence Beats him away Enter Auffidius with the Seruingman Auf. Where is this Fellow 2 Here sir I 'de haue beaten him like a dogge but for disturbing the Lords within Auf. Whence com'st thou What woldst y u Thy name Why speak'st not Speake man What 's thy name Corio If Tullus not yet thou know'st me and seeing me dost not thinke me for the man I am necessitie commands me name my selfe Auf. What is thy name Corio A name vnmusicall to the Volcians cares And harsh in sound to thine Auf. Say what 's thy name Thou hast a Grim apparance and thy Face Beares a Command in 't Though thy Tackles torne Thou shew'st a Noble Vessell What 's thy name Corio Prepare thy brow to frowne knowst y u me yet Auf. I know thee not Thy Name Corio My name is Caius Martius who hath done To thee particularly and to all the Volces Great hurt and Mischiefe thereto witnesse may My Surname Coriolanus The painfull Seruice The extreme Dangers and the droppes of Blood Shed for my thanklesse Country are requitted But with that Surname a good memorie And witnesse of the Malice and Displeasure Which thou should'st beare me only that name remains The Cruelty and Enuy of the people Permitted by our dastard Nobles who Haue all forsooke me hath deuour'd the rest And suffer'd me by th' voyce of Slaues to be Hoop'd out of Rome Now this extremity Hath brought me to thy Harth not out of Hope Mistake me not to saue my life for if I had fear'd death of all the Men i' th' World I would haue voided thee But in meere spight To be full quit of those my Banishers Stand I before thee heere Then if thou hast A heart of wreake in thee that wilt reuenge Thine owne particular wrongs and stop those maimes Of shame seene through thy Country speed thee straight And make my misery serue thy turne So vse it That my reuengefull Seruices may proue As Benefits to thee For I will fight Against my Cankred Countrey with the Spleene Of all the vnder Fiends But if so be Thou dar'st not this and that to proue more Fortunes Th' art tyr'd then in a word I also am Longer to liue most wearie and present My throat to thee and to thy Ancient Malice Which not to cut would shew thee but a Foole Since I haue euer followed thee with hate Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest And cannot liue but to thy shame vnlesse It be to do thee seruice Auf. Oh Martius Martius Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter Should from yond clowd speake diuine things And say 't is true I 'de not beleeue them more Then thee all-Noble Martius Let me twine Mine armes
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâe Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And turâ her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best coÌtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
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
Againe if any Siracusian borne Come to the Bay of Ephesus he dies His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied To quit the penalty and to ransome him Thy substance valued at the highest rate Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die Mer. Yet this my comfort when your words are done My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne Duk. Well Siracusian say in briefe the cause Why thou departedst from thy natiue home And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable Yet that the world may witnesse that my end Was wrought by nature not by vile offence I le vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue In Syracusa was I borne and wedde Vnto a woman happy but for me And by me had not our hap beene bad With her I liu'd in ioy our wealth increast By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamium till my factors death And he great care of goods at randone left Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde Before her selfe almost at fainting vnder The pleasing punishment that women beare Had made prouision for her following me And soone and safe arriued where I was There had she not beene long but she became A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes And which was strange the one so like the other As could not be distinguish'd but by names That very howre and in the selfe-same Inne A meane woman was deliuered Of such a burthen Male twins both alike Those for their parents were exceeding poore I bought and brought vp to attend my sonnes My wife not meanely prowd of two such boyes Made daily motions for our home returne Vnwilling I agreed alas too soone wee came aboord A league from Epidamium had we saild Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme But longer did we not retaine much hope For what obscured light the heauens did grant Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes A doubtfull warrant of immediate death Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd Yet the incessant weepings of my wife Weeping before for what she saw must come And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes That mourn'd for fashion ignorant what to feare Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me And this it was for other meanes was none The Sailors sought for safety by our boate And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs. My wife more carefull for the latter borne Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes To him one of the other twins was bound Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other The children thus dispos'd my wife and I Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast And floating straight obedient to the streame Was carried towards Corinth as we thought At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth Disperst those vapours that offended vs And by the benefit of his wished light The seas waxt calme and we discouered Two shippes from farre making amaine to vs Of Corinth that of Epidarus this But ere they came oh let me say no more Gather the sequell by that went before Duk. Nay forward old man doe not breake off so For we may pitty though not pardon thee Merch. Oh had the gods done so I had not now Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues We were encountred by a mighty rocke Which being violently borne vp Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst So that in this vniust diuorce of vs Fortune had left to both of vs alike What to delight in what to sorrow for Her part poore soule seeming as burdened With lesser waight but not with lesser woe Was carried with more speed before the winde And in our sight they three were taken vp By Fishermen of Corinth as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on vs And knowing whom it was their hap to saue Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey Had not their backe beene very slow of saile And therefore homeward did they bend their course Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps Duke And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for Doe me the fauour to dilate at full What haue befalne of them and they till now Merch. My yongest boy and yet my eldest care At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue After his brother and importun'd me That his attendant so his case was like Reft of his brother but retain'd his name Might beare him company in the quest of him Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia And coasting homeward came to Ephesus Hopelesse to finde yet loth to leaue vnsought Or that or any place that harbours men But heere must end the story of my life And happy were I in my timelie death Could all my trauells warrant me they liue Duke Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire mishap Now trust me were it not against our Lawes Against my Crowne my oath my dignity Which Princes would they may not disanull My soule should sue as aduocate for thee But though thou art adiudged to the death And passed sentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great disparagement Yet will I fauour thee in what I can Therefore Marchant I le limit thee this day To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus Beg thou or borrow to make vp the summe And liue if no then thou art doom'd to die Iaylor take him to thy custodie Iaylor I will my Lord. Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend But to procrastinate his liuelesse end Exeunt Enter Antipholis Erotes a Marchant and Dromio Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate This very day a Syracusian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here And not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the towne Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West There is your monie that I had to keepe Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure where we host And stay there Dromio till I come to thee Within this houre it will be dinner time Till that I le view the manners of the towne Peruse the traders gaze vpon the buildings And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie Get thee away Dro. Many a man would take you at your word And goe indeede hauing so good a meane Exit Dromio Ant. A trustie villaine sir
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌd Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beârid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
signe of she Now to our periurie to adde more terror We are againe forsworne in will and error Much vpon this t is and might not you Forestall our sport to make vs thus vntrue Do not you know my Ladies foot by ' th squier And laugh vpon the apple of her eie And stand betweene her backe sir and the fire Holding a trencher iesting merrilie You put our Page out go you are alowd Die when you will a smocke shall be your shrowd You leere vpon me do you There 's an eie Wounds like a Leaden sword Boy Full merrily hath this braue manager this carreere bene run Ber. Loe he is tilting straight Peace I haue don Enter Clowne Welcome pure wit thou part'st a faire fray Clo. O Lord sir they would kno Whether the three worthies shall come in or no. Ber. What are there but three Clo. No sir but it is varâ fine For euerie one pursents three Ber. And three times thrice is nine Clo. Not so sir vnder correction sir I hope it is not so You cannot beg vs sir I can assure you sir we know what we know I hope sir three times thrice sir Ber. Is not nine Clo. Vnder correction sir wee know where-vntill it doth amount Ber. By Ioue I alwaies tooke three threes for nine Clow. O Lord sir it were pittie you should get your liuing by reckning sir Ber. How much is it Clo. O Lord sir the parties themselues the actors sir will shew where-vntill it doth amount for mine owne part I am as they say but to perfect one man in one poore man Pompion the great sir Ber. Art thou one of the Worthies Clo. It pleased them to thinke me worthie of Pompey the great for mine owne part I know not the degree of the Worthie but I am to stand for him Ber. Go bid them prepare Exit Clo. We will turne it finely off sir we wil take some care King Berowne they will shame vs Let them not approach Ber. We are shame-proofe my Lord and 't is some policie to haue one shew worse then the Kings and his companie Kin. I say they shall not come Qu. Nay my good Lord let me ore-rule you now That sport best pleases that doth least know how Where Zeale striues to content and the contents Dies in the Zeale of that which it presents Their forme confounded makes most forme in mirth When great things labouring perish in their birth Ber. A right description of our sport my Lord. Enter Braggart Brag. Annointed I implore so much expence of thy royall sweet breath as will vtter a brace of words Qu. Doth this man serue God Ber. Why aske you Qu. He speak's not like a man of God's making Brag. That 's all one my faire sweet honie Monarch For I protest the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantasticall Too too vain too too vaine But we wil put it as they say to Fortuna delaguar I wish you the peace of minde most royall cupplement King Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies He presents Hector of Troy the Swaine Pompey y e great the Parish Curate Alexander Armadoes Page Hercules the Pedant Iudas Machabeus And if these foure Worthies in their first shew thriue these foure will change habites and present the other fiue Ber. There is fiue in the first shew Kin. You are deceiued t is not so Ber. The Pedant the Braggart the Hedge-Priest the Foole and the Boy Abate throw at Novum and the whole world againe Cannot pricke out fiue such take each one in 's vaine Kin. The ship is vnder saile and here she coms amain Enter Pompey Clo. I Pompey am Ber. You lie you are not he Clo. I Pompey am Boy With Libbards head on knee Ber. Well said old mocker I must needs be friends with thee Clo. I Pompey am Pompey surnam'd the big Du. The great Clo. It is great sir Pompey surnam'd the great That oft in field with Targe and Shield did make my foe to sweat And trauailing along this coast I heere am come by chance And lay my Armes before the legs of this sweet Lasse of France If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey I had done La. Great thankes great Pompey Clo. T is not so much worth but I hope I was perfect I made a little fault in great Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie Pompey prooues the best Worthie Enter Curate for Alexander Curat When in the world I liu'd I was the worldes Commander By East West North South I spred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Alisander Boiet Your nose saies no you are not For it stands too right Ber. Your nose smels no in this most tender smelling Knight Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid Proceede good Alexander Cur. When in the world I liued I was the worldes Commander Boiet Most true 't is right you were so Alisander Ber. Pompey the great Clo. your seruant and Costard Ber. Take away the Conqueror take away Alisander Clo. O sir you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the conqueror you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for this your Lion that holds his Pollax sitting on a close stoole will be giuen to Aiax He will be the ninth worthie A Conqueror and affraid to speake Runne away for shame Alisander There an 't shall please you a foolish milde man an honest man looke you soon dasht He is a maruellous good neighbour insooth and a verie good Bowler but for Alisander alas you see how 't is a little ore-parted But there are Worthies a comming will speake their minde in some other sort Exit Cu. Qu. Stand aside good Pompey Enter Pedant for Iudas and the Boy for Hercules Ped. Great Hercules is presented by this Impe Whose Club kil'd Cerberus that three-headed Canus And when he was a babe a childe a shrimpe Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus Quoniam he seemeth in minoritie Ergo I come with this Apologie Keepe some state in thy exit and vanish Exit Boy Ped. Iudas I am Dum. A Iudas Ped. Not Iscariot sir Iudas I am ycliped Machabeus Dum. Iudas Machabeus clipt is plaine Iudas Ber. A kissing traitor How art thou prou'd Iudas Ped. Iudas I am Dum. The more shame for you Iudas Ped. What meane you sir Boi To make Iudas hang himselfe Ped. Begin sir you are my elder Ber. Well follow'd Iudas was hang'd on an Elder Ped. I will not be put out of countenance Ber. Because thou hast no face Ped. What is this Boi A Citterne head Dum. The head of a bodkin Ber. A deaths face in a ring Lon. The face of an old Roman coine scarce seene Boi The pummell of Caesars Faulchion Dum. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske Ber. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch Dum. I and in a brooch of Lead Ber. I and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer And now forward for we haue put thee in countenance Ped. You haue put me out of countenance Ber. False we haue giuen thee faces Ped. But
my faith and honour If seriously I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance I haue spoke With one that in her sexe her yeeres profession Wisedome and constancy hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakenesse will you see her For that is her demand and know her businesse That done laugh well at me King Now good Lafew Bring in the admiration that we with thee May spend our wonder too or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it Laf. Nay I le fit you And not be all day neither King Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues Laf. Nay come your waies Enter Hellen. King This haste hath wings indeed Laf. Nay come your waies This is his Maiestie say your minde to him A Traitor you doe looke like but such traitors His Maiesty seldome feares I am Cresseds Vncle That dare leaue two together far you well Exit King Now faire one do's your busines follow vs Hel. I my good Lord Gerard de Narbon was my father In what he did professe well found King I knew him Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him Knowing him is enough on 's bed of death Many receits he gaue me chieflie one Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his olde experience th' onlie darling He bad me store vp as a triple eye Safer then mine owne two more deare I haue so And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift stands cheefe in power I come to tender it and my appliance With all bound humblenesse King We thanke you maiden But may not be so credulous of cure When our most learned Doctors leaue vs and The congregated Colledge haue concluded That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature From her inaydible estate I say we must not So staine our iudgement or corrupt our hope To prostitute our past-cure malladie To empericks or to disseuer so Our great selfe and our credit to esteeme A sencelesse helpe when helpe past sence we deeme Hell My dutie then shall pay me for my paines I will no more enforce mine office on you Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts A modest one to beare me backe againe King I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull Thou thoughtst to helpe me and such thankes I giue As one neere death to those that wish him liue But what at full I know thou knowst no part I knowing all my perill thou no Art Hell What I can doe can doe no hurt to try Since you set vp your rest ' gainst remedie He that of greatest workes is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister So holy Writ in babes hath iudgement showne When Iudges haue bin babes great flouds haue flowne From simple sources and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied Oft expectation failes and most oft there Where most it promises and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despaire most shifts King I must not heare thee fare thee wel kind maide Thy paines not vs'd must by thy selfe be paid Proffers not tooke reape thanks for their reward Hel. Inspired Merit so by breath is bard It is not so with him that all things knowes As 't is with vs that square our guesse by showes But most it is presumption in vs when The help of heauen we count the act of men Deare sir to my endeauors giue consent Of heauen not me make an experiment I am not an Impostrue that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime But know I thinke and thinke I know most sure My Art is not past power nor you past cure King Art thou so confident Within what space Hop'st thou my cure Hel. The greatest grace lending grace Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes how they passe What is infirme from your sound parts shall flie Health shall liue free and sickenesse freely dye King Vpon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venter Hell Taxe of impudence A strumpets boldnesse a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads my maidens name Seard otherwise ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture let my life be ended Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerfull sound within an organ weake And what impossibility would slay In common sence sence saues another way Thy life is deere for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate Youth beauty wisedome courage all That happines and prime can happy call Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate Sweet practiser thy Physicke I will try That ministers thine owne death if I die Hel. If I breake time or flinch in property Of what I spoke vnpittied let me die And well deseru'd not helping death 's my see But if I helpe what doe you promise me Kin. Make thy demand Hel. But will you make it euen Kin. I by my Scepter and my hopes of helpe Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state But such a one thy vassall whom I know Is free for me to aske thee to bestow Kin. Heere is my hand the premises obseru'd Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd So make the choice of thy owne time for I Thy resolv'd Patient on thee still relye More should I question thee and more I must Though more to know could not be more to trust From whence thou can'st how tended on but rest Vnquestion'd welcome and vndoubted blest Giue me some helpe heere hoa if thou proceed As high as word my deed shall match thy deed Florish Exit Enter Countesse and Clowne Lady Come on sir I shall now put you to the height of your breeding Clown I will shew my selfe highly fed and lowly taught I know my businesse is but to the Court. Lady To the Court why what place make you speciall when you put off that with such contempt but to the Court Clo. Truly Madam if God haue lent a man any manners hee may easilie put it off at Court hee that cannot make a legge put off's cap kisse his hand and say nothing has neither legge hands lippe nor cap and indeed such a fellow to say precisely were not for the Court But for me I haue an answere will serue all men Lady Marry that 's a bountifull answere that fits all questions Clo. It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes the pin buttocke the quatch-buttocke the brawn buttocke or any buttocke Lady Will your answere serue fit to all questions Clo. As fit as
ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
cold vnder water nor the Beare halfe din'd on the Gentleman he 's at it now Shep. Would I had bin by to haue help'd the olde man Clo. I would you had beene by the ship side to haue help'd her there your charity would haue lack'd footing Shep. Heauy matters heauy matters but looke thee heere boy Now blesse thy selfe thou met'st with things dying I with things new borne Here 's a sight for thee Looke thee a bearing-cloath for a Squires childe looke thee heere take vp take vp Boy open 't so let 's see it was told me I should be rich by the Fairies This is some Changeling open 't what 's within boy Clo. You 're a mad olde man If the sinnes of your youth are forgiuen you you 're well to liue Golde all Gold Shep. This is Faiery Gold boy and 't will proue so vp with 't keepe it close home home the next way We are luckie boy and to bee so still requires nothing but secrecie Let my sheepe go Come good boy the next way home Clo. Go you the next way with your Findings I le go see if the Beare bee gone from the Gentleman and how much he hath eaten they are neuer curst but when they are hungry if there be any of him left I le bury it Shep. That 's a good deed if thou mayest discerne by that which is left of him what he is fetch me to th' sight of him Clowne ' Marry will I and you shall helpe to put him i' th' ground Shep. 'T is a lucky day boy and wee 'l do good deeds on 't Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Time the Chorus Time I that please some try all both ioy and terror Of good and bad that makes and vnfolds error Now take vpon me in the name of Time To vse my wings Impute it not a crime To me or my swift passage that I slide Ore sixteene yeeres and leaue the growth vntride Of that wide gap since it is in my powre To orethrow Law and in one selfe-borne howre To plant and ore-whelme Custome Let me passe The same I am ere ancient'st Order was Or what is now receiu'd I witnesse to The times that brought them in so shall I do To th' freshest things now reigning and make stale The glistering of this present as my Tale Now seemes to it your patience this allowing I turne my glasse and giue my Scene such growing As you had slept betweene Leontes leauing Th' effects of his fond iealousies so greeuing That he shuts vp himselfe Imagine me Gentle Spectators that I now may be In faire Bohemia and remember well I mentioned a sonne o' th' Kings which Florizell I now name to you and with speed so pace To speake of Perdita now growne in grace Equall with wond'ring What of her insues I list not prophesie but let Times newes Be knowne when 't is brought forth A shepherds daughter And what to her adheres which followes after Is th' argument of Time of this allow If euer you haue spent time worse ere now If neuer yet that Time himselfe doth say He wishes earnestly you neuer may Exit Scena Secunda Enter Polixenes and Camillo Pol. I pray thee good Camillo be no more importunate 't is a sicknesse denying thee any thing a death to grant this Cam. It is fifteene yeeres since I saw my Countrey though I haue for the most part bin ayred abroad I desire to lay my bones there Besides the penitent King my Master hath sent for me to whose feeling sorrowes I might be some allay or I oreweene to thinke so which is another spurre to my departure Pol. As thou lou'st me Camillo wipe not out the rest of thy seruices by leauing me now the neede I haue of thee thine owneâ goodnesse hath made better not to haue had thee then thus to want thee thou hauing made me Businesses which none without thee can sufficiently manage must either stay to execute them thy selfe or take away with thee the very seruices thou hast done which if I haue not enough considered as too much I cannot to bee more thankefull to thee shall bee my studie and my profite therein the heaping friendshippes Of that fatall Countrey Sicillia prethee speake no more whose very naming punnishes me with the remembrance of that penitent as thou calst him and reconciled King my brother whose losse of his most precious Queene Children are euen now to be a-fresh lamented Say to me when saw'st thou the Prince Florizell my son Kings are no lesse vnhappy their issue not being gracious then they are in loosing them when they haue approued their Vertues Cam. Sir it is three dayes since I saw the Prince what his happier affayres may be are to me vnknowne but I haue missingly noted he is of late much retyred from Court and is lesse frequent to his Princely exercises then formerly he hath appeared Pol. I haue considered so much Camillo and with some care so farre that I haue eyes vnder my seruice which looke vpon his remouednesse from whom I haue this Intelligence that he is seldome from the house of a most homely shepheard a man they say that from very nothing and beyond the imagination of his neighbors is growne into an vnspeakable estate Cam. I haue heard sir of such a man who hath a daughter of most rare note the report of her is extended more then can be thought to begin from such a cottage Pol. That 's likewise part of my Intelligence but I feare the Angle that pluckes our sonne thither Thou shalt accompany vs to the place where we will not appearing what we are haue some question with the shepheard from whose simplicity I thinke it not vneasie to get the cause of my sonnes resort thether 'Prethe be my present partner in this busines and lay aside the thoughts of Sicillia Cam. I willingly obey your command Pol. My best Camillo we must disguise our selues Exit Scena Tertia Enter Antolicus singing When Daffadils begin to peere With heigh the Doxy ouer the dale Why then comes in the sweet o' the yeere For the red blood raigns in y e winters pale The white sheete bleaching on the hedge With boy the sweet birds O how they sing Doth set my pugging tooth an edge For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King The Larke that tirra Lyra chaunts With heigh the Thrush and the Iay Are Summer songs for me and my Aunts While we lye tumbling in the hay I haue seru'd Prince Florizell and in my time wore three pile but now I am out of seruice But shall I go mourne for that my deere the pale Moone shines by night And when I wander here and there I then do most go right If Tinkers may haue leaue to liue and beare the Sow-skin Bowget Then my account I well may giue and in the Stockes auouch-it My Trafficke is sheetes when the Kite builds looke to lesser Linneâ My Father nam'd me Autolicus who
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
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maânage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâcester 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 loâing 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
author of my blood Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp To reach at victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres And with thy blessings steele my Lances point That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate And fuânish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne Gaunt Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy Rouze vp thy youthfull blood be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and S. George to thriue Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to Kings Richards Throne A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement More then my dancing soule doth celebrate This Feast of Battell with mine Aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeares As gentle and as iocond as to iest Go I to fight Truth hath a quiet brest Rich. Farewell my Lord securely I espy Vertue with Valour couched in thine eye Order the triall Marshall and begin Mar. Harrie of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receiue thy Launce and heauen defend thy right Bul. Strong as a towre in hope I cry Amen Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke 1. Har. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Stands heere for God his Soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray A Traitor to his God his King and him And dares him to set forwards to the fight 3. Har. Here standeth Tho Mowbray Duke of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Herford Lancaster and Derby To God his Soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the signall to begin A charge sounded Mar. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the King hath throwne his Warder downe Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets their Speares And both returne backe to their Chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the Trumpets sound While we returne these Dukes what we decree A long Flourish Draw neere and list What with our Councell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld With that deere blood which it hath fostered And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood Therefore we banish you our Territories You Cosin Herford vpon paine of death Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our faire dominions But treade the stranger pathes of banishment Bul. Your will be done This must my comfort be That Sun that warmes you heere shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment Rich. Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier dombe Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The slye slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limit of thy deere exile The hopelesse word of Neuer to returne Breath I against thee vpon paine of life Mow. A heauy sentence my most Soueraigne Liege And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast forth in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Then an vnstringed Vyall or a Harpe Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tune the harmony Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaoler to attend on me I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence then but speechlesse death Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate After our sentence plaining comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night Ric. Returne againe and take an oath with thee Lay on our Royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the Oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you Truth and Heauen Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor euer looke vpon each others face Nor euer write regreete or reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor euer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill ' Gainst Vs our State our Subiects or our Land Bull. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe all this Bul. Norfolke so fare as to mine enemie By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the ayre Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land Confesse thy Treasons ere thou flye this Realme Since thou hast farre to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soule Mow. No Bullingbroke If euer I were Traitor My name be blotted from the booke of Life And I from heauen banish'd as from hence But what thou art heauen thou and I do know And all too soone I feare the King shall rue Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England all the worlds my way Exit Rich. Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy greeued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares Pluck'd foure away Six frozen Winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word Foure lagging Winters and foure wanton springs End in a word such is the breath of Kings Gaunt I thanke my Liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their Moones and bring their times about My oyle-dride Lampe and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endlesse night My inch of Taper will be burnt and done And blindfold death not let me see my sonne Rich. Why Vncle thou hast many yeeres to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stop no wrinkle in his
are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâh Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differeÌces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
Amitie War There is a Historie in all mens Liues Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd The which obseru'd a man may prophecie With a neere ayme of the maine chance of things As yet not come to Life which in their Seedes And weake beginnings lye entreasured Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time And by the necessarie forme of this King Richard might create a perfect guesse That great Northumberland then false to him Would of that Seed grow to a greater falsenesse Which should not finde a ground to roote vpon Vnlesse on you King Are these things then Necessities Then let vs meete them like Necessities And that same word euen now cryes out on vs They say the Bishop and Northumberland Are fiftie thousand strong War It cannot be my Lord Rumor doth double like the Voice and Eccho The numbers of the feared Please it your Grace To goe to bed vpon my Life my Lord The Pow'rs that you alreadie haue sent forth Shall bring this Prize in very easily To comfort you the more I haue receiu'd A certaine instance that Glendour is dead Your Maiestie hath beene this fort-night ill And these vnseason'd howres perforce must adde Vnto your Sicknesse King I will take your counsaile And were these inward Warres once out of hand Wee would deare Lords vnto the Holy-Land Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Shallow and Silence with Mouldie Shadow Wart Feeble Bull-calfe Shal. Come-on come-on come-on giue mee your Hand Sir giue mee your Hand Sir an early stirrer by the Rood And how doth my good Cousin Silence Sil. Good-morrow good Cousin Shallow Shal. And how doth my Cousin your Bed-fellow and your fairest Daughter and mine my God-Daughter Ellen Sil. Alas a blacke Ouzell Cousin Shallow Shal. By yea and nay Sir I dare say my Cousin William is become a good Scholler hee is at Oxford still is hee not Sil. Indeede Sir to my cost Shal. Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly I was once of Clements Inne where I thinke they will talke of mad Shallow yet Sil. You were call'd lustie Shallow then Cousin Shal. I was call'd any thing and I would haue done any thing indeede too and roundly too There was I and little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire and blacke George Bare and Francis Pick-bone and Will Squele a Cot-sal-man you had not foure such Swindge-bucklers in all the Innes of Court againe And I may say to you wee knew where the Bona-Roba's were and had the best of them all at commandement Then was Iacke Falstaffe now Sir Iohn a Boy and Page to Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke Sil. This Sir Iohn Cousin that comes hither anon about Souldiers Shal. The same Sir Iohn the very same I saw him breake Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate when hee was a Crack not thus high and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stock-fish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes-Inne Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent and to see how many of mine olde Acquaintance are dead Sil. Wee shall all follow Cousin Shal. Certaine 't is certaine very sure very sure Death is certaine to all all shall dye How a good Yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre Sil. Truly Cousin I was not there Shal. Death is certaine Is old Double of your Towne liuing yet Sil. Dead Sir Shal. Dead See see hee drew a good Bow and dead hee shot a fine shoote Iohn of Gaunt loued him well and betted much Money on his head Dead hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelue-score and carryed you a fore-hand Shaft at foureteene and foureteene and a halfe that it would haue done a mans heart good to see How a score of Ewes now Sil. Thereafter as they be a score of good Ewes may be worth tenne pounds Shal. And is olde Double dead Enter Bardolph and his Boy Sil. Heere come two of Sir Iohn Falstaffes Men as I thinke Shal. Good-morrow honest Gentlemen Bard. I beseech you which is Iustice Shallow Shal. I am Robert Shallow Sir a poore Esquire of this Countie and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace What is your good pleasure with me Bard. My Captaine Sir commends him to you my Captaine Sir Iohn Falstaffe a tall Gentleman and a most gallant Leader Shal. Hee greetes me well Sir I knew him a good Back-Sword-man How doth the good Knight may I aske how my Lady his Wife doth Bard. Sir pardon a Souldier is better accommodated then with a Wife Shal. It is well said Sir and it is well said indeede too Better accommodated it is good yea indeede is it good phrases are surely and euery where very commendable Accommodated it comes of Accommodo very good a good Phrase Bard. Pardon Sir I haue heard the word Phrase call you it by this Day I know not the Phrase but I will maintaine the Word with my Sword to bee a Souldier-like Word and a Word of exceeding good Command Accommodated that is when a man is as they say accommodated or when a man is being whereby he thought to be accommodated which is an excellent thing Enter Falstaffe Shal. It is very iust Looke heere comes good Sir Iohn Giue me your hand giue me your Worships good hand Trust me you looke well and beare your yeares very well Welcome good Sir Iohn Fal. I am glad to see you well good M. Robert Shallow Master Sure-card as I thinke Shal. No sir Iohn it is my Cosin Silence in Commission with mee Fal. Good M. Silence it well befits you should be of the peace Sil. Your good Worship is welcome Fal. Fye this is hot weather Gentlemen haue you prouided me heere halfe a dozen of sufficient men Shal. Marry haue we sir Will you sit Fal. Let me see them I beseech you Shal. Where 's the Roll Where 's the Roll Where 's the Roll Let me see let me see let me see so so so so yea marry Sir Raphe Mouldie let them appeare as I call let them do so let them do so Let mee see Where is Mouldie Moul. Heere if it please you Shal. What thinke you Sir Iohn a good limb'd fellow yong strong and of good friends Fal. Is thy name Mouldie Moul. Yea if it please you Fal. 'T is the more time thou wert vs'd Shal. Ha ha ha most excellent Things that are mouldie lacke vse very singular good Well saide Sir Iohn very well said Fal. Pricke him Moul. I was prickt well enough before if you could haue let me alone my old Dame will be vndone now for one to doe her Husbandry and her Drudgery you need not to haue prickt me there are other men fitter to goe out then I. Fal. Go too peace Mouldie you shall goe Mouldie it is time you were spent Moul. Spent Shallow Peace fellow peace stand aside Know you where you are For the other sir Iohn Let me see Simon Shadow Fal. I marry let me haue him to sit vnder he 's like to be a cold souldier Shal. Where 's Shadow Shad. Heere sir
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
be otherwise Gower Why the Enemie is lowd you heare him all Night Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe is it meet thinke you that wee should also looke you be an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe in your owne conscience now Gow I will speake lower Flu. I pray you and beseech you that you will Exit King Though it appeare a little out of fashion There is much care and valour in this Welchman Enter three Souldiers Iohn Bates Alexander Court and Michael Williams Court Brother Iohn Bates is not that the Morning which breakes yonder Bates I thinke it be but wee haue no great cause to desire the approach of day Williams Wee see yonder the beginning of the day but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it Who goes there King A Friend Williams Vnder what Captaine serue you King Vnder Sir Iohn Erpingham Williams A good old Commander and a most kinde Gentleman I pray you what thinkes he of our estate King Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand that looke to be washt off the next Tyde Bates He hath not told his thought to the King King No nor it is not meet he should for though I speake it to you I thinke the King is but a man as I am the Violet smells to him as it doth to me the Element shewes to him as it doth to me all his Sences haue but humane Conditions his Ceremonies layd by in his Nakednesse he appeares but a man and though his affections are higher mounted then ours yet when they stoupe they stoupe with the like wing therefore when he sees reason of feares as we doe his feares out of doubt be of the same rellish as ours are yet in reason no man should possesse him with any appearance of feare least hee by shewing it should dis-hearten his Army Bates He may shew what outward courage he will but I beleeue as cold a Night as 't is hee could wish himselfe in Thames vp to the Neck and so I would he were and I by him at all aduentures so we were quit here King By my troth I will speake my conscience of the King I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where but where hee is Bates Then I would he were here alone so should he be sure to be ransomed and a many poore mens liues saued King I dare say you loue him not so ill to wish him here alone howsoeuer you speake this to feele other mens minds me thinks I could not dye any where so contented as in the Kings company his Cause being iust and his Quarrell honorable Williams That 's more then we know Bates I or more then wee should seeke after for wee know enough if wee know wee are the Kings Subiects if his Cause be wrong our obedience to the King wipes the Cryme of it out of vs. Williams But if the Cause be not good the King himselfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make when all those Legges and Armes and Heads chopt off in a Battaile shall ioyne together at the latter day and cry all Wee dyed at such a place some swearing some crying for a Surgean some vpon their Wiues left poore behind them some vpon the Debts they owe some vpon their Children rawly left I am afear'd there are few dye well that dye in a Battaile for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when Blood is their argument Now if these men doe not dye well it will be a black matter for the King that led them to it who to disobey were against all proportion of subiection King So if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about Merchandize doe sinfully miscarry vpon the Sea the imputation of his wickednesse by your rule should be imposed vpon his Father that sent him or if a Seruant vnder his Masters command transporting a summe of Money be assayled by Robbers and dye in many irreconcil'd Iniquities you may call the businesse of the Master the author of the Seruants damnation but this is not so The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his Souldiers the Father of his Sonne nor the Master of his Seruant for they purpose not their death when they purpose their seruices Besides there is no King be his Cause neuer so spotlesse if it come to the arbitrement of Swords can trye it out with all vnspotted Souldiers some peraduenture haue on them the guilt of premeditated and contriued-Murther some of beguiling Virgins with the broken Seales of Periurie some making the Warres their Bulwarke that haue before gored the gentle Bosome of Peace with Pillage and Robberie Now if these men haue defeated the Law and out-runne Natiue punishment though they can out-strip men they haue no wings to flye from God Warre is his Beadle Warre is his Vengeance so that here men are punisht for before breach of the Kings Lawes in now the Kings Quarrell where they feared the death they haue borne life away and where they would bee safe they perish Then if they dye vnprouided no more is the King guiltie of their damnation then hee was before guiltie of those Impieties for the which they are now visited Euery Subiects Dutie is the Kings but euery Subiects Soule is his owne Therefore should euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery sicke man in his Bed wash euery Moth out of his Conscience and dying so Death is to him aduantage or not dying the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gayned and in him that escapes it were not sinne to thinke that making God so free an offer he let him out-liue that day to see his Greatnesse and to teach others how they should prepare Will. 'T is certaine euery man that dyes ill the ill vpon his owne head the King is not to answer it Bates I doe not desire hee should answer for me and yet I determine to fight lustily for him King I my selfe heard the King say he would not be ransom'd Will. I hee said so to make vs fight chearefully but when our throats are cut hee may be ransom'd and wee ne're the wiser King If I liue to see it I will neuer trust his word after Will. You pay him then that 's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne that a poore and a priuate displeasure can doe against a Monarch you may as well goe about to turne the Sunne to yee with fanning in his face with a Peacocks feather You 'le neuer trust his word after come 't is a foolish saying King Your reproofe is something too round I should be angry with you if the time were conuenient Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs if you liue King I embrace it Will. How shall I know thee againe King Giue me any Gage of thine and I will weare it in my Bonnet Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it I will make it my Quarrell Will. Heere 's my Gloue Giue mee another of thine King
Planets in the Heauens A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make Then Iulius Caesar bright Enter a Messenger Mess My honourable Lords health to you all Sad tidings bring I to you out of France Of losse of slaughter and discomfiture Guyen Champaigne Rheimes Orleance Paris Guysors Poictiers are all quite lost Bedf. What say'st thou man before dead Henry's Coarse Speake softly or the losse of those great Townes Will make him burst his Lead and rise from death Glost. Is Paris lost is Roan yeelded vp If Henry were recall'd to life againe These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost Exe. How were they lost what trecherie was vs'd Mess No trecherie but want of Men and Money Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered That here you maintaine seuerall Factions And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought You are disputing of your Generals One would haue lingring Warres with little cost Another would flye swift but wanteth Wings A third thinkes without expence at all By guilefull faire words Peace may be obtayn'd Awake awake English Nobilitie Let not slouth dimme your Honors new begot Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes Of Englands Coat one halfe is cut away Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides Bedf. Me they concerne Regent I am of France Giue me my steeled Coat I le fight for France Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes Wounds will I lend the French in stead of Eyes To weepe their intermissiue Miseries Enter to them another Messenger Mess Lords view these Letters full of bad mischance France is reuolted from the English quite Except some petty Townes of no import The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd Reynold Duke of Aniou doth take his part The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side Exit Exe. The Dolphin crown'd King all flye to him O whither shall we flye from this reproach Glost We will not flye but to our enemies throats Bedford if thou be slacke I le fight it out Bed Gloster why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts Wherewith already France is ouer-run Enter another Messenger Mes My gracious Lords to adde to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse I must informe you of a dismall fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French Win. What wherein Talbot ouercame is' t so 3. Mes O no wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown The circumstance I le tell you more at large The tenth of August last this dreadfull Lord Retyring from the Siege of Orleance Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe By three and twentie thousand of the French Was round incompassed and set vpon No leysure had he to enranke his men He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers In stead whereof sharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly To keepe the Horsemen off from breaking in More then three houres the fight continued Where valiant Talbot aboue humane thought Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell and none durst stand him Here there and euery where enrag'd he slew The French exclaym'd the Deuill was in Armes All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit A Talbot a Talbot cry'd out amaine And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward He being in the Vauward plac't behinde With purpose to relieue and follow them Cowardly fled not hauing struck one stroake Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre Enclosed were they with their Enemies A base Wallon to win the Dolphins grace Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back Whom all France with their chiefe assembled strength Durst not presume to looke once in the face Bedf. Is Talbot slaine then I will slay my selfe For liuing idly here in pompe and ease Whil'st such a worthy Leader wanting ayd Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd 3. Mess O no he liues but is tooke Prisoner And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerforâ Most of the rest slaughter'd or tooke likewise Bedf. His Ransome there is none but I shall pay I le hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend Foure of their Lords I le change for one of ours Farwell my Masters to my Taske will I Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake 3. Mess So you had need for Orleance is besieg'd The English Army is growne weake and faint The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply And hardly keepes his men from mutinie Since they so few watch such a multitude Exe. Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry sworne Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly Or bring him in obedience to your yoake Bedf. I doe remember it and here take my leaue To goe about my preparation Exit Bedford Glost I le to the Tower with all the hast I can To view th' Artillerie and Munition And then I will proclayme young Henry King Exit Gloster Exe. To Eltam will I where the young King is Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor And for his safetie there I le best deuise Exit Winch. Each hath his Place and Function to attend I am left out for me nothing remaines But long I will not be Iack out of Office The King from Eltam I intend to send And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale Exit Sound a Flourish Enter Charles Alanson and Reigneir marching with Drum and Souldiers Charles Mars his true mouing euen as in the Heauens So in the Earth to this day is not knowne Late did he shine vpon the English side Now we are Victors vpon vs he smiles What Townes of any moment but we haue At pleasure here we lye neere Orleance Otherwhiles the famisht English like pale Ghosts Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth Alan They want their Porredge their fat Bul Beeues Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes Or pitteous they will looke like drowned Mice Reigneir Let 's rayse the Siege why liue we idly here Talbot is taken whom we wont to feare Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury And he may well in fretting spend his gall Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre Charles Sound sound Alarum we will rush on them Now for the honour of the forlorne French Him I forgiue my death that killeth me When he sees me goe back one foot or flye Exeunt Here Alarum they are beaten back by the English with great losse Enter Charles Alarson and Reigneir Charles Who euer saw the like what men haue I Dogges Cowards Dastards I would ne're haue fled But that they left me ' midst my Enemies Reigneir Salisbury
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
Beauford to thy Soueraigne Ca. If thou beest death I le giue thee Englands Treasure Enough to purchase such another Island So thou wilt let me liue and feele no paine King Ah what a signe it is of euill life Where death's approach is seene so terrible War Beauford it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will Dy'de he not in his bed Where should he dye Can I make men liue where they will or no Oh torture me no more I will confesse Aliue againe Then shew me where he is I le giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him He hath no eyes the dust hath blinded them Combe downe his haire looke looke it stands vpright Like Lime-twigs set to catch my winged soule Giue me some drinke and bid the Apothecarie Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him King Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire War See how the pangs of death do make him grin Sal. Disturbe him not let him passe peaceably King Peace to his soule if Gods good pleasure be Lord Card'nall if thou think'st on heauens blisse Hold vp thy hand make signall of thy hope He dies and makes no signe Oh God forgiue him War So bad a death argues a monstrous life King Forbeare to iudge for we are sinners all Close vp his eyes and draw the Curtaine close And let vs all to Meditation Exeunt Alarum Fight at Sea Ordnance goes off Enter Lieutenant Suffolke and others Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosome of the Sea And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Cleape dead-mens graues and from their misty Iawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes Heere shall they make their ransome on the sand Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore Maister this Prisoner freely giue I thee And thou that art his Mate make boote of this The other Walter Whitmore is thy share 1. Gent. What is my ransome Master let me know Ma. A thousand Crownes or else lay down your head Mate And so much shall you giue or oft goes yours Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes And beare the name and port of Gentlemen Cut both the Villaines throats for dy you shall The liues of those which we haue lost in fight Be counter-poys'd with such a pettie summe 1. Gent. I le giue it sir and therefore spare my life 2. Gent. And so will I and write home for it straight Whitm I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord And therefore to reuenge it shalt thou dye And so should these if I might haue my will Lieu. Be not so rash take ransome let him liue Suf. Looke on my George I am a Gentleman Rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be payed Whit. And so am I my name is Walter Whitmore How now why starts thou What doth death affright Suf. Thy name affrights me in whose sound is death A cunning man did calculate my birth And told me that by Water I should dye Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded Thy name is Gualtier being rightly sounded Whit. Gualtier or Walter which it is I care not Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot Therefore when Merchant-like I sell reuenge Broke be my sword my Armes torne and defac'd And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world Suf. Stay Whitmore for thy Prisoner is a Prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Pole Whit The Duke of Suffolke muffled vp in ragges Suf. I but these ragges are no part of the Duke Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Obscure and lowsie Swaine King Henries blood Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome Hast thou not kist thy hand and held my stirrop Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule And thought thee happy when I shooke my head How often hast thou waited at my cup Fed from my Trencher kneel'd downe at the boord When I haue feasted with Queene Margaret Remember it and let it make thee Crest-falne I and alay this thy abortiue Pride How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood And duly wayted for my comming forth This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue Whit. Speak Captaine shall I stab the forlorn Swain Lieu. First let my words stab him as he hath me Suf. Base slaue thy words are blunt and so art thou Lieu. Conuey him hence and on our long boats side Strike off his head Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne Lieu. Poole Sir Poole Lord I kennell puddle sinke whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring where England drinkes Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme Thy lips that kist the Queene shall sweepe the ground And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King Hauing neyther Subiect Wealth nor Diadem By diuellish policy art thou growne great And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France The false reuolting Normans thorough thee Disdaine to call vs Lord and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors surpriz'd our Forts And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home The Princely Warwicke and the Neuils all Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine As hating thee and rising vp in armes And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King And lofty proud incroaching tyranny Burnes with reuenging fire whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne striuing to shine Vnder the which is writ Inuitis nubibus The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes And to conclude Reproach and Beggerie Is crept into the Pallace of our King And all by thee away conuey him hence Suf. O that I were a God to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry seruile abiect Drudges Small things make base men proud This Villaine heere Being Captaine of a Pinnace threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate Drones sucke not Eagles blood but rob Bee-hiues It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe Thy words moue Rage and not remorse in me I go of Message from the Queene to France I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell Lieu. Water W. Come Suffolke I must waft thee to thy death
since I heard to be discomfited Enter Iden with Cades head Iden If one so rude and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King Loe I present your Grace a Traitors head The head of Cade whom I in combat slew King The head of Cade Great God how iust art thou Oh let me view his Visage being dead That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble Tell me my Friend art thou the man that slew him Iden I was an 't like your Maiesty King How art thou call'd And what is thy degree Iden Alexander Iden that 's my name A poore Esquire of Kent that loues his King Buc. So please it you my Lord 't were not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice King Iden kneele downe rise vp a Knight We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes And will that thou henceforth attend on vs. Iden May Iden liue to merit such a bountie And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege Enter Queene and Somerset K. See Buckingham Somerset comes with th' Queene Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head But boldly stand and front him to his face Yor. How now is Somerset at libertie Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart Shall I endure the sight of Somerset False King why hast thou broken faith with me Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse King did I call thee No thou art not King Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes Which darst not no nor canst not rule a Traitor That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter That Gold must round engirt these browes of mine Whose Smile and Frowne like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change to kill and cure Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp And with the same to acte controlling Lawes Giue place by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him whom heauen created for thy Ruler Som. O monstrous Traitor I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason ' gainst the King and Crowne Obey audacious Traitor kneele for Grace York Wold'st haue me kneele First let me ask of thee If they can brooke I bow a knee to man Sirrah call in my sonne to be my bale I know ere they will haue me go to Ward They 'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement Qu. Call hither Clifford bid him come amaine To say if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father Yorke O blood-bespotted Neopolitan Out-cast of Naples Englands bloody Scourge The sonnes of Yorke thy betters in their birth Shall be their Fathers baile and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes Enter Edward and Richard See where they come I le warrant they 'l make it good Enter Clifford Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile Clif. Health and all happinesse to my Lord the King Yor. I thanke thee Clifford Say what newes with thee Nay do not fright vs with an angry looke We are thy Soueraigne Clifford kneele againe For thy mistaking so We pardon thee Clif. This is my King Yorke I do not mistake But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do To Bedlem with him is the man growne mad King I Clifford a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King Clif. He is a Traitor let him to the Tower And chop away that factious pate of his Qu. He is atrested but will not obey His sonnes he sayes shall giue their words for him Yor. Will you not Sonnes Edw. I Noble Father if our words will serue Rich. And if words will not then our Weapons shal Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere Yorke Looke in a Glasse and call thy Image so I am thy King and thou a false-heart Traitor Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares That with the very shaking of their Chaines They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury Clif. Are these thy Beares Wee 'l bate thy Bears to death And manacle the Berard in their Chaines If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre Run backe and bite because he was with-held Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw Hath clapt his taile betweene his legges and cride And such a peece of seruice will you do If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke Clif. Hence heape of wrath foule indigested lumpe As crooked in thy manners as thy shape Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon Clif. Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your selues King Why Warwicke hath thy knee forgot to bow Old Salsbury shame to thy siluer haire Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles Oh where is Faith Oh where is Loyalty If it be banisht from the frostie head Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre And shame thine honourable Age with blood Why art thou old and want'st experience Or wherefore doest abuse it if thou hast it For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age Sal. My Lord I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate King Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me Sal. I haue Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath Sal. It is great sinne to sweare vnto a sinne But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede to rob a man To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right And haue no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemne Oath Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast I am resolu'd for death and dignitie Old Clif. The first I warrant thee if dreames proue true War You were best to go to bed and dreame againe To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge War Now by my Fathers badge old Neuils Crest The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my Burgonet As on a Mountaine top the Cedar shewes That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme Euen io affright thee with the view thereof Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I le
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
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
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
blood Nor thou within the compasse of my curse Buc. Nor no one heere for Curses neuer passe The lips of those that breath them in the ayre Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham take heede of yonder dogge Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venom tooth will rankle to the death Haue not to do with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their Ministers attend on him Rich. What doth she say my Lord of Buckingham Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a Prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects to his hate And he to yours and all of you to Gods Exit Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses Riu. And so doth mine I muse why she 's at libertie Rich. I cannot blame her by Gods holy mother She hath had too much wrong and I repent My part thereof that I haue done to her Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repayed He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause thereof Riu. A vertuous and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs. Rich. So do I euer being well aduis'd Speakes to himselfe For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Enter Catesby Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come Lords will you go with mee Riu. We wait vpon your Grace Exeunt all but Gloster Rich. I do the wrong and first begin to brawle The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others Clarence who I indeede haue cast in darknesse I do beweepe to many simple Gulles Namely to Derby Hastings Buckingham And tell them 't is the Queene and her Allies That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother Now they beleeue it and withall whet me To be reueng'd on Riuers Dorset Grey But then I sigh and with a peece of Scripture Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends stolne forth of holy Writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the deuill Enter two murtherers But soft heere come my Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued Mates Are you now going to dispatch this thing Vil. We are my Lord and come to haue the Warrant That we may be admitted where he is Ric. Well thought vpon I haue it heare about me When you haue done repayre to Crosby place But sirs be sodaine in the execution Withall obdurate do not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty if you marke him Vil. Tut tut my Lord we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good dooers be assur'd We go to vse our hands and not our tongues Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones when Fooles eyes fall Teares I like you Lads about your businesse straight Go go dispatch Vil. We will my Noble Lord. Scena Quarta Enter Clarence and Keeper Keep Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day Cla. O I haue past a miserable night So full of fearefull Dreames of vgly sights That as I am a Christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though 't were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Keep What was your dream my Lord I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy And in my company my Brother Glouster Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke Vpon the Hatches There we look'd toward England And cited vp a thousand heauy times During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches Me thought that Glouster stumbled and in falling Strooke me that thought to stay him ouer-boord Into the tumbling billowes of the maine O Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares What sights of vgly death within mine eyes Me thoughts I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon Wedges of Gold great Anchors heapes of Pearle Inestimable Stones vnvalewed Iewels All scattred in the bottome of the Sea Some lay in dead-mens Sculles and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes reflecting Gemmes That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by Keep Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe Cla. Me thought I had and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost but still the enuious Flood Stop'd in my soule and would not let it forth To find the empty vast and wand'ring ayre But smother'd it within my panting bulke Who almost burst to belch it in the Sea Keep Awak'd you not in this sore Agony Clar. No no my Dreame was lengthen'd after life O then began the Tempest to my Soule I past me thought the Melancholly Flood With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule Was my great Father-in-Law renowned Warwicke Who spake alowd What scourge for Periurie Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanish'd Then came wand'ring by A Shadow like an Angell with bright hayre Dabbel'd in blood and he shriek'd out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periur'd Clarence That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury Seize on him Furies take him vnto Torment With that me thought a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron'd me and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries that with the very Noise I trembling wak'd and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in Hell Such terrible Impression made my Dreame Keep No maruell Lord though it affrighted you I am affraid me thinkes to heare you tell it Cla. Ah Keeper Keeper I haue done these things That now giue euidence against my Soule For Edwards sake and see how he requits mee O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds Yet execute thy wrath in me alone O spare my guiltlesse Wife and my poore children Keeper I prythee sit by me a-while My Soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Keep I will my Lord God giue your Grace good rest Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant Bra.
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
true Dutie Rich. Amen and make me die a good old man That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out Buc. You clowdy-Princes hart-sorowing-Peeres That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane Now cheere each other in each others Loue Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates But lately splinter'd knit and ioyn'd together Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little Traine Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be set Hither to London to be crown'd our King Riuers Why with some little Traine My Lord of Buckingham Buc. Marrie my Lord least by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is greene and yet vngouern'd Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine And may direct his course as please himselfe As well the feare of harme as harme apparant In my opinion ought to be preuented Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs And the compact is firme and true in me Riu. And so in me and so I thinke in all Yet since it is but greene it should be put To no apparant likely-hood of breach Which haply by much company might be vrg'd Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince Hast And so say I. Rich. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London Madam and you my Sister will you go To giue your censures in this businesse Exeunt Manet Buckingham and Richard Buc. My Lord who euer iournies to the Prince For God sake let not vs two stay at home For by the way I le sort occasion As Index to the story we late talk'd of To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince Rich. My other selfe my Counsailes Consistory My Oracle My Prophet my deere Cosin I as a childe will go by thy direction Toward London then for wee 'l not stay behinde Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at the other 1 Cit. Good morrow Neighbour whether away so fast 2. Cit. I promise you I scarsely know my selfe Heare you the newes abroad 1. Yes that the King is dead 2. Ill newes byrlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare 't will proue a giddy world Enter another Citizen 3. Neighbours God speed 1. Giue you good morrow sir 3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death 2. I sir it is too true God helpe the while 3. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world 1. No no by Gods good grace his Son shall reigne 3. Woe to that Land that 's gouern'd by a Childe 2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment Which in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeares himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1. So stood the State when Henry the sixt Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old 3. Stood the State so No no good friends God wot For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politike graue Counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace 1. Why so hath this both by his Father and Mother 3. Better it were they all came by his Father Or by his Father there were none at all For emulation who shall now be neerest Will touch vs all too neere if God preuent not O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster And the Queenes Sons and Brothers haught and proud And were they to be rul'd and not to rule This sickly Land might solace as before 1. Come come we feare the worst all will be well 3. When Clouds are seen wisemen put on their clokes When great leaues fall then Winter is at hand When the Sun sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes makes men expect a Dearth All may be well but if God sort it so 'T is more then we deserue or I expect 2. Truly the hearts of men are full of feare You cannot reason almost with a man That lookes not heauily and full of dread 3. Before the dayes of Change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Pursuing danger as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme But leaue it all to God Whither away 2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Arch-bishop yong Yorke the Queene and the Dutchesse Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford And at Northampton they do rest to night To morrow or next day they will be heere Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growne since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth Yorke I Mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my good Cosin it is good to grow Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at Supper My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother I quoth my Vnkle Glouster Small Herbes haue grace great Weeds do grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweet Flowres are slow and Weeds make hast Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong So long a growing and so leysurely That if his rule were true he should be gracious Yor. And so no doubt he is my gracious Madam Dut. I hope he is but yet let Mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace a flout To touch his growth neerer then he toucht mine Dut. How my yong Yorke I prythee let me heare it Yor. Marry they say my Vnkle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old 'T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Grandam this would haue beene a byting Iest Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke who told thee this Yor. Grandam his Nursse Dut. His Nurse why she was dead ere y u wast borne Yor. If 't were not she I cannot tell who told me Qu. A parlous Boy go too you are too shrew'd Dut. Good Madam be not angry with the Childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter a Messenger Arch. Heere comes a Messenger What Newes Mes Such newes my Lord as greeues me to report Qu. How doth the Prince Mes Well Madam and in health Dut. What is thy Newes Mess Lord Riuers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan Prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Mes The mighty Dukes Glouster and Buckingham Arch. For what offence Mes The summe of all I can I haue disclos'd Why or for
it out With Riuers Vaughan Grey and so 't will doe With some men else that thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou know'st are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cates. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his Head vpon the Bridge Hast I know they doe and I haue well deseru'd it Enter Lord Stanley Come on come on where is your Bore-speare man Feare you the Bore and goe so vnprouided Stan. My Lord good morrow good morrow Catesby You may ieast on but by the holy Rood I doe not like these seuerall Councels I. Hast My Lord I hold my Life as deare as yours And neuer in my dayes I doe protest Was it so precious to me as 't is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Sta. The Lords at Pomfret wheÌ they rode from London Were iocund and suppos'd their states were sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the Day o're-cast This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needlesse Coward What shall we toward the Tower the day is spent Hast Come come haue with you Wot you what my Lord To day the Lords you talke of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better wear their Heads Then some that haue accus'd them weare their Hats But come my Lord let 's away Enter a Pursuiuant Hast Goe on before I le talke with this good fellow Exit Lord Stanley and Catesby How now Sirrha how goes the World with thee Purs The better that your Lordship please to aske Hast I tell thee man 't is better with me now Then when thou met'st me last where now we meet Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those Enemies are put to death And I in better state then ere I was Purs God hold it to your Honors good content Hast Gramercie fellow there drinke that for me Throwes him his Purse Purs I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant Enter a Priest Priest Well met my Lord I am glad to see your Honor Hast. I thanke thee good Sir Iohn with all my heart I am in your debt for your last Exercise Come the next Sabboth and I will content you Priest I le wait vpon your Lordship Enter Buckingham Buc. What talking with a Priest Lord Chamberlaine Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the Priest Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast Good faith and when I met this holy man The men you talke of came into my minde What goe you toward the Tower Buc. I doe my Lord but long I cannot stay there I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast Nay like enough for I stay Dinner there Buc. And Supper too although thou know'st it not Come will you goe Hast I le wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret Riuers Sir Richard Ratcliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a Subiect die For Truth for Dutie and for Loyaltie Grey God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers Vaugh You liue that shall cry woe for this heereafter Rat. Dispatch the limit of your Liues is out Riuers O Pomfret Pomfret O thou bloody Prison Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls Richard the Second here was hackt to death And for more slander to thy dismall Seat Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke Grey Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads When shee exclaim'd on Hastings you and I For standing by when Richard stab'd her Sonne Riuers Then curs'd shee Richard Then curs'd shee Buckingham Then curs'd shee Hastings Oh remember God To heare her prayer for them as now for vs And for my Sister and her Princely Sonnes Be satisfy'd deare God with our true blood Which as thou know'st vniustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste the houre of death is expiate Riuers Come Grey come Vaughan let vs here embrace Farewell vntill we meet againe in Heauen Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Buckingham Darby Hastings Bishop of Ely Norfolke Ratcliffe Louell with others at a Table Hast Now Noble Peeres the cause why we are met Is to determine of the Coronation In Gods Name speake when is the Royall day Buck. Is all things ready for the Royall time Darb. It is and wants but nomination Ely To morrow then I iudge a happie day Buck. Who knowes the Lord Protectors mind herein Who is most inward with the Noble Duke Ely Your Grace we thinke should soonest know his minde Buck. We know each others Faces for our Hearts He knowes no more of mine then I of yours Or I of his my Lord then you of mine Lord Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the Coronation I haue not sounded him nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleasure any way therein But you my Honorable Lords may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my Voice Which I presume hee 'le take in gentle part Enter Gloucester Ely In happie time here comes the Duke himselfe Rich. My Noble Lords and Cousins all good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I trust My absence doth neglect no great designe Which by my presence might haue beene concluded Buck. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part I meane your Voice for Crowning of the King Rich. Then my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well My Lord of Ely when I was last in Holborne I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Ely Mary and will my Lord with all my heart Exit Bishop Rich. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse And findes the testie Gentleman so hot That he will lose his Head ere giue consent His Masters Child as worshipfully he tearmes it Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while I le goe with you Exeunt Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph To morrow in my iudgement is too sudden For I my selfe am not so well prouided As else I would be were the day prolong'd Enter the Bishop of Ely Ely Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloster I haue sent for these Strawberries Ha. His Grace looks chearfully smooth this morning There 's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit I thinke there 's neuer a man in Christendome Can lesser hide his loue or hate then hee For by his Face straight shall
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
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
grace Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face Exit Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen And bow this feeble ruine to the earth If any power pitties wretched teares To that I call what wilt thou kneele with me Doe then deare heart for heauen shall heare our prayers Or with our sighs wee le breath the welkin dimme And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes When they do hug him in their melting bosomes Mar. Oh brother speake with possibilities And do not breake into these deepe extreames Ti. Is not my sorrow deepe hauing no bottome Then be my passions bottomlesse with them Mar. But yet let reason gouerne thy lament Titus If there were reason for these miseries Then into limits could I binde my woes When heauen doth weepe doth not the earth ore flow If the windes rage doth not the Sea wax mad Threatning the welkin with his big-swolne face And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile I am the Sea Harke how her sighes doe flow Shee is the weeping welkin I the earth Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes Then must my earth with her continuall teares Become a deluge ouerflow'd and drown'd For why my bowels cannot hide her woes But like a drunkard must I vomit them Then giue me leaue for loosers will haue leaue To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand Mess Worthy Andronicus ill art thou repaid For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes And heere 's thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe Thy griefes their sports Thy resolution mockt That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes More then remembrance of my fathers death Exit Marc. Now let hot Aetna coole in Cicilie And be my heart an euer-burning hell These miseries are more then may be borne To weepe with them that weepe doth ease some deale But sorrow flouted at is double death Luci. Ah that this sight should make so deep a wound And yet detested life not shrinke thereat That euer death should let life beare his name Where life hath no more interest but to breath Mar. Alas poore hart that kisse is comfortlesse As frozen water to a starued snake Titus When will this fearefull slumber haue an end Mar. Now farwell flatterie die Andronicus Thou dost not slumber see thy two sons heads Thy warlike hands thy mangled daughter here Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere fight Strucke pale and bloodlesse and thy brother I Euen like a stony Image cold and numme Ah now no more will I controule my griefes Rent off thy siluer haire thy other hand Gnawing with thy teeth and be this dismall sight The closing vp of our most wretched eyes Now is a time to storme why art thou still Titus Ha ha ha Mar. Why dost thou laugh it fits not with this houre Ti. Why I haue not another teare to shed Besides this sorrow is an enemy And would vsurpe vpon my watry eyes And make them blinde with tributarie teares Then which way shall I finde Reuenges Caue For these two heads doe seeme to speake to me And threat me I shall neuer come to blisse Till all these mischiefes be returned againe Euen in their throats that haue committed them Come let me see what taske I haue to doe You heauie people circle me about That I may turne me to each one of you And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs The vow is made come Brother take a head And in this hand the other will I beare And Lauinia thou shalt be employd in these things Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth As for thee boy goe get thee from my sight Thou art an Exile and thou must not stay Hie to the Gothes and raise an army there And if you loue me as I thinke you doe Let 's kisse and part for we haue much to doe Exeunt Manet Lucius Luci. Farewell Andronicus my noble Father The woful'st man that euer liu'd in Rome Farewell proud Rome til Lucius come againe He loues his pledges dearer then his life Farewell Lauinia my noble sister O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene But now nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues But in obliuion and hateful griefes If Lucius liue he will requit your wrongs And make proud Saturnine and his Empresse Beg at the gates likes Tarquin and his Queene Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine Exit Lucius A Bnaket Enter Andronicus Marcus Lauinia and the Boy An. So so now sit and looke you eate no more Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours Marcus vnknit that sorrow-wreathen knot Thy Neece and I poore Creatures want our hands And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe Wirh foulded Armes This poore right hand of mine Is left to tirranize vppon my breast Who when my hart all mad with misery Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh Then thus I thumpe it downe Thou Map of woe that thus dost talk in signes When thy poore hart beates without ragious beating Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still Wound it with sighing girle kil it with grones Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth And iust against thy hart make thou a hole That all the teares that thy poore eyes let fall May run into that sinke and soaking in Drowne the lamenting foole in Sea salt teares Mar. Fy brother fy teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands vppon her tender life An. How now Has sorrow made thee doate already Why Marcus no man should be mad but I What violent hands can she lay on her life Ah wherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice ore How Troy was burnt and he made miserable O handle not the theame to talke of hands Least we remember still that we haue none Fie fie how Frantiquely I square my talke As if we should forget we had no hands If Marcus did not name the word of hands Come le ts fall too and gentle girle eate this Heere is no drinke Harke Marcus what she saies I can interpret all her martir'd signes She saies she drinkes no other drinke but teares Breu'd with her sorrow mesh'd vppon her cheekes Speechlesse complaynet I will learne thy thought In thy dumb action will I be as perfect As begging Hermits in their holy prayers Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heauen Nor winke nor nod nor kneele nor make a signe But I of these will wrest an Alphabet And by still practice learne to know thy meaning Boy Good grandsire leaue these bitter deepe laments Make my Aunt merry with some pleasing tale Mar. Alas the tender boy in passion mou'd Doth weepe to see his grandsires heauinesse An. Peace tender Sapling thou art made of teares And teares will quickly
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
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
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
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 Iulieât 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 Romeâs 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 waânes 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
I do good Portia go to bed Por. Is Brutus sicke And is it Physicall To walke vnbraced and sucke vp the humours Of the danke Morning What is Brutus sicke And will he steale out of his wholsome bed To dare the vile contagion of the Night And tempt the Rhewmy and vnpurged Ayre To adde vnto hit sicknesse No my Brutus You haue some sicke Offence within your minde Which by the Right and Vertue of my place I ought to know of And vpon my knees I charme you by my once commended Beauty By all your vowes of Loue and that great Vow Which did incorporate and make vs one That you vnfold to me your selfe your halfe Why you are heauy and what men to night Haue had resort to you for heere haue beene Some sixe or seuen who did hide their faces Euen from darknesse Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia Por. I should not neede if you were gentle Brutus Within tho Bond of Marriage tell me Brutus Is it excepted I should know no Secrets That appertaine to you Am I your Selfe But as it were in sort or limitation To keepe with you at Meales comfort your Bed And talke to you sometimes Dwell I but in the Suburbs Of your good pleasure If it be no more Portia is Brutus Harlot not his Wife Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife As deere to me as are the ruddy droppes That visit my sad heart Por. If this were true then should I know this secret I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman well reputed Cato's Daughter Thinke you I am no stronger then my Sex Being so Father'd and so Husbanded Tell me your Counsels I will not disclose 'em I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound Heere in the Thigh Can I beare that with patience And not my Husbands Secrets Bru. O ye Gods Render me worthy of this Noble Wife Knocke. Harke harke one knockes Portia go in a while And by and by thy bosome shall partake The secrets of my Heart All my engagements I will construe to thee All the Charractery of my sad browes Leaue me with hast Exit Portia Enter Lucius and Ligarius Lucius who 's that knockes Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you Bru. Caius Ligarius that Metellus spake of Boy stand aside Caius Ligarius how Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius To weare a Kerchiefe Would you were not sicke Cai. I am not sicke if Brutus haue in hand Any exploit worthy the name of Honor. Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before I heere discard my sicknesse Soule of Rome Braue Sonne deriu'd from Honourable Loines Thou like an Exorcist hast coniur'd vp My mortified Spirit Now bid me runne And I will striue with things impossible Yea get the better of them What 's to do Bru. A peece of worke That will make sicke men whole Cai. But are not some whole that we must make sicke Bru. That must we also What it is my Caius I shall vnfold to thee as we are going To whom it must be done Cai. Set on your foote And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you To do I know not what but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on Thunder Bru. Follow me then Exeunt Thunder Lightning Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne Caesar Nor Heauen nor Earth Haue beene at peace to night Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleepe cryed out Helpe ho They murther Caesar Who 's within Enter a Seruant Ser. My Lord. Caes Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice And bring me their opinions of Successe Ser. I will my Lord. Exit Enter Calphurnia Cal. What mean you Caesar Think you to walk forth You shall not stirre out of your house to day Caes Caesar shall forth the things that threaten'd me Ne're look'd but on my backe When they shall see The face of Caesar they are vanished Calp. Caesar I neuer stood on Ceremonies Yet now they fright me There is one within Besides the things that we haue heard and seene Recounts most horrid sights seene by the Watch. A Lionnesse hath whelped in the streets And Graues haue yawn'd and yeelded vp their dead Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds In Rankes and Squadrons and right forme of Warre Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre Horsses do neigh and dying men did grone And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets O Caesar these things are beyond all vse And I do feare them Caes What can be auoyded Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods Yet Caesar shall go sorth for these Predictions Are to the world in generall as to Caesar Calp. When Beggers dye there are no Comets seen The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes Caes Cowards dye many times before their deaths The valiant neuer taste of death but once Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard It seemes to me most strange that men should feare Seeing that death a necessary end Will come when it will come Enter a Seruant What say the Augurers Ser. They would not haue you to stirre forth to day Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth They could not finde a heart within the beast Caes The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice Caesar should be a Beast without a heart If he should stay at home to day sor feare No Caesar shall not Danger knowes full well That Caesar is more dangerous then he We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day And I the elder and more terrible And Caesar shall go foorth Calp. Alas my Lord Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence Do not go forth to day Call it my feare That keepes you in the house and not your owne Wee 'l send Mark Antony to the Senate house And he shall say you are not well to day Let me vpon my knee preuaile in this Caes Mark Antony shall say I am not well And for thy humor I will stay at home Enter Decius Heere 's Decius Brutus he shall tell them so Deci. Caesar all haile Good morrow worthy Caesar I come to fetch you to the Senate house Caes And you are come in very happy time To beare my greeting to the Senators And tell them that I will not come to day Cannot is false and that I dare not falser I will not come to day tell them so Decius Calp. Say he is sicke Caes Shall Caesar send a Lye Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre To be afear'd to tell Gray-beards the truth Decius go tell them Caesar will not come Deci. Most mighty Caesar let me know some cause Lest I be laught at when I tell them so Caes The cause is in my Will I will
disposing of new Dignities Bru. Onely be patient till we haue appeas'd The Multitude beside themselues with feare And then we will deliuer you the cause Why I that did loue Caesar when I strooke him Haue thus proceeded Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome Let each man render me his bloody hand Fârst Marcus Brutus will I shake with you Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand Now Decius Brutus yours now yours Metellus Yours Cinna and my valiant Caska yours Though last not least in loue yours good Trebonius Gentlemen all Alas what shall I say My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me Either a Coward or a Flatterer That I did loue thee Caesar O 't is true If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death To see thy Antony making his peace Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes Most Noble in the presence of thy Coarse Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood It would become me better then to close In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies Pardon me Iulius heere was 't thou bay'd braue Hart Heere did'st thou fall and heere thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoyle and Crimson'd in thy Lethee O World thou wast the Forrest to this Hart And this indeed O World the Hart of thee How like a Deere stroken by many Princes Dost thou heere lye Cassi Mark Antony Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius The Enemies of Caesar shall say this Then in a Friend it is cold Modestie Cassi I blame you not for praising Caesar so But what compact meane you to haue with vs Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends Or shall we on and not depend on you Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands but was indeed Sway'd from the point by looking downe on Caesar Friends am I with you all and loue you all Vpon this hope that you shall giue me Reasons Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous Bru. Or else were this a sauage Spectacle Our Reasons are so full of good regard That were you Antony the Sonne of Caesar You should be satisfied Ant. That 's all I seeke And am moreouer sutor that I may Produce his body to the Market-place And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend Speake in the Order of his Funerall Bru. You shall Marke Antony Cassi Brutus a word with you You know not what you do Do not consent That Antony speake in his Funerall Know you how much the people may be mou'd By that which he will vtter Bru. By your pardon I will my selfe into the Pulpit first And shew the reason of our Caesars death What Antony shall speake I will protest He speakes by leaue and by permission And that we are contented Caesar shall Haue all true Rites and lawfull Ceremonies It shall aduantage more then do vs wrong Cassi I know not what may fall I like it not Bru. Mark Antony heere take you Caesars body You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs But speake all good you can deuise of Caesar And say you doo 't by our permission Else shall you not haue any hand at all About his Funerall And you shall speake In the same Pulpit whereto I am going After my speech is ended Ant. Be it so I do desire no more Bru. Prepare the body then and follow vs. Exeunt Manet Antony O pardon me thou bleeding peece of Earth That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man That euer liued in the Tide of Times Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood Ouer thy wounds now do I Prophesie Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men Domesticke Fury and fierce Ciuill strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy Blood and destruction shall be so in vse And dreadfull Obiects so familiar That Mothers shall but smile when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds And Caesars Spirit ranging for Reuenge With Ate by his side come hot from Hell Shall in these Confines with a Monarkes voyce Cry hauocke and let slip the Dogges of Warre That this foule deede shall smell aboue the earth With Carrion men groaning for Buriall Enter Octauio's Seruant You serue Octauius Caesar do you not Ser. I do Marke Antony Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome Ser. He did receiue his Letters and is comming And bid me say to you by word of mouth O Caesar Ant. Thy heart is bigge get thee a-part and weepe Passion I see is catching from mine eyes Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine Began to water Is thy Master comming Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome Ant. Post backe with speede And tell him what hath chanc'd Heere is a mourning Rome a dangerous Rome No Rome of safety for Octauius yet Hie hence and tell him so Yet stay a-while Thou shalt not backe till I haue borne this course Into the Market place There shall I try In my Oration how the People take The cruell issue of these bloody men According to the which thou shalt discourse To yong Octauius of the state of things Lend me your hand Exeunt Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit and Cassius with the Plebeians Ple. We will be satisfied let vs be satisfied Bru. Then follow me and giue me Audience friends Cassius go you into the other streete And part the Numbers Those that will heare me speake let 'em stay heere Those that will follow Cassius go with him And publike Reasons shall be rendred Of Caesars death 1. Ple. I will heare Brutus speake 2. I will heare Cassius and compare their Reasons When seuerally we heare them rendred 3. The Noble Brutus is ascended Silence Bru. Be patient till the last Romans Countrey-men and Louers heare mee for my cause and be silent that you may heare Beleeue me for mine Honor and haue respect to mine Honor that you may beleeue Censure me in your Wisedom and awake your Senses that you may the better Iudge If there bee any in this Assembly any deere Friend of Caesars to him I say that Brutus loue to Caesar was no lesse then his If then that Friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar this is my answer Not that I lou'd Caesar lesse but that I lou'd Rome more Had you rather Caesar were liuing and dye all Slaues then that Caesar were dead to liue all Free-men As Caesar lou'd mee I weepe for him as he was Fortunate I reioyce at it as he was Valiant I honour him But as he was Ambitious I slew him There is Teares for his Loue Ioy for his Fortune Honor for his Valour and Death for his Ambition Who is heere so base that would be a Bondman If any speak
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
with attendants meeting a bleeding Captaine King What bloody man is that he can report As seemeth by his plight of the Reuolt The newest state Mal. This is the Serieant Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought ' Gainst my Captiuitie Haile braue friend Say to the King the knowledge of the Broyle As thou didst leaue it Cap. Doubtfull it stood As two spent Swimmers that doe cling together And choake their Art The mercilesse Macdonwald Worthie to be a Rebell for to that The multiplying Villanies of Nature Doe swarme vpon him from the Westerne Isles Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling Shew'd like a Rebells Whore but all 's too weake For braue Macbeth well hee deserues that Name Disdayning Fortune with his brandisht Steele Which smoak'd with bloody execution Like Valours Minion caru'd out his passage Till hee fac'd the Slaue Which neu'r shooke hands nor bad farwell to him Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth ' Chops And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements King O valiant Cousin worthy Gentlemen Cap. As whence the Sunne gins his reflection Shipwracking Stormes and direfull Thunders So from that Spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells Marke King of Scotland marke No sooner Iustice had with Valour arm'd Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles But the Norweyan Lord surueying vantage With furbusht Armes and new supplyes of men Began a fresh assault King Dismay'd not this our Captaines Macbeth and Banquoh Cap. Yes as Sparrowes Eagles Or the Hare the Lyon If I say sooth I must report they were As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds Or memorize another Golgotha I cannot tell but I am faint My Gashes cry for helpe King So well thy words become thee as thy wounds They smack of Honor both Goe get him Surgeons Enter Rosse and Angus Who comes here Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse Lenox What a haste lookes through his eyes So should he looke that seemes to speake things strange Rosse God saue the King King Whence cam'st thou worthy Thane Rosse From Fiffe great King Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie And fanne our people cold Norway himselfe with terrible numbers Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor The Thane of Cawdor began a dismall Conflict Till that Bellona's Bridegroome lapt in proofe Confronted him with selfe-comparisons Point against Point rebellious Arme ' gainst Arme Curbing his lauish spirit and to conclude The Victorie fell on vs. King Great happinesse Rosse That now Sweno the Norwayes King Craues composition Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colmes ynch Ten thousand Dollars to our generall vse King No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue Our Bosome interest Goe pronounce his present death And with his former Title greet Macbeth Rosse I le see it done King What he hath lost Noble Macbeth hath wonne Exeunt Scena Tertia Thunder Enter the three Witches 1. Where hast thou beene Sister 2. Killing Swine 3. Sister where thou 1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe And mouncht mouncht and mouncht Giue me quoth I. Aroynt thee Witch the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes Her Husband 's to Aleppo gone Master o' th' Tiger But in a Syue I le thither sayle And like a Rat without a tayle I le doe I le doe and I le doe 2. I le giue thee a Winde 1. Th' art kinde 3. And I another 1. I my selfe haue all the other And the very Ports they blow All the Quarters that they know I' th' Ship-mans Card. I le dreyne him drie as Hay Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid He shall liue a man forbid Wearie Seu'nights nine times nine Shall he dwindle peake and pine Though his Barke cannot be lost Yet it shall be Tempest-tost Looke what I haue 2. Shew me shew me 1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe Wrackt as homeward he did come Drum within 3. A Drumme a Drumme Macbeth doth come All. The weyward Sisters hand in hand Posters of the Sea and Land Thus doe goe about about Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice againe to make vp nine Peace the Charme's wound vp Enter Macbeth and Banquo Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene Banquo How farre is' t call'd to Soris What are these So wither'd and so wilde in their attyre That looke not like th' Inhabitants o' th' Earth And yet are on 't Liue you or are you aught That man may question you seeme to vnderstand me By each at once her choppie finger laying Vpon her skinnie Lips you should be Women And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete That you are so Mac. Speake if you can what are you 1. All haile Macbeth haile to thee Thane of Glamis 2. All haile Macbeth haile to thee Thane of Cawdor 3. All haile Macbeth that shalt be King hereafter Banq. Good Sir why doe you start and seeme to feare Things that doe sound so faire i' th' name of truth Are ye fantasticall or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew My Noble Partner You greet with present Grace and great prediction Of Noble hauing and of Royall hope That he seemes wrapt withall to me you speake not If you can looke into the Seedes of Time And say which Graine will grow and which will not Speake then to me who neyther begge nor feare Your fauors nor your hate 1. Hayle 2. Hayle 3. Hayle 1. Lesser then Macbeth and greater 2. Not so happy yet much happyer 3. Thou shalt get Kings though thou be none So all haile Macbeth and Banquo 1. Banquo and Macbeth all haile Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers tell me more By Sinells death I know I am Thane of Glamis But how of Cawdor the Thane of Cawdor liues A prosperous Gentleman And to be King Stands not within the prospect of beleefe No more then to be Cawdor Say from whence You owe this strange Intelligence or why Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way With such Prophetique greeting Speake I charge you Witches vanish Banq. The Earth hath bubbles as the Water ha's And these are of them whither are they vanish'd Macb. Into the Ayre and what seem'd corporall Melted as breath into the Winde Would they had stay'd Banq. Were such things here as we doe speake about Or haue we eaten on the insane Root That takes the Reason Prisoner Macb. Your Children shall be Kings Banq. You shall be King Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too went it not so Banq. Toth ' selfe-same tune and words who 's here Enter Rosse and Angus Rosse The King hath happily receiu'd Macbeth The newes of thy successe and when he reades Thy personall Venture in the Rebels fight His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend Which should be thine or his silenc'd with that In viewing o're the rest o' th' selfe-same day He findes thee in
is the Eye of Child-hood That feares a painted Deuill If he doe bleed I le guild the Faces of the Groomes withall For it must seeme their Guilt Exit Knocke within Macb. Whence is that knocking How is' t with me when euery noyse appalls me What Hands are here hah they pluck out mine Eyes Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood Cleane from my Hand no this my Hand will rather The multitudinous Seas incarnardine Making the Greene one Red. Enter Lady Lady My Hands are of your colour but I shame To weare a Heart so white Knocke. I heare a knocking at the South entry Retyre we to our Chamber A little Water cleares vs of this deed How easie is it then your Constancie Hath left you vnattended Knocke. Hearke more knocking Get on your Night-Gowne least occasion call vs And shew vs to be Watchers be not lost So poorely in your thoughts Macb. To know my deed Knocke. 'T were best not know my selfe Wake Duncan with thy knocking I would thou could'st Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter a Porter Knocking within Porter Here 's a knocking indeede if a man were Porter of Hell Gate hee should haue old turning the Key Knock. Knock Knock Knock. Who 's there i' th' name of Belzebub Here 's a Farmer that hang'd himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie Come in time haue Napkins enow about you here you 'le sweat for 't Knock. Knock knock Who 's there in th' other Deuils Name Faith here 's an Equiuocator that could sweare in both the Scales against eyther Scale who committed Treason enough for Gods sake yet could not equiuocate to Heauen oh come in Equiuocator Knock. Knock Knock Knock. Who 's there 'Faith here 's an English Taylor come hither for stealing out of a French Hose Come in Taylor here you may rost your Goose Knock. Knock Knock. Neuer at quiet What are you but this place is too cold for Hell I le Deuill-Porter it no further I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions that goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire Knock. Anon anon I pray you remember the Porter Enter Macduff and Lenox Macd. Was it so late friend ere you went to Bed That you doe lye so late Port. Faith Sir we were carowsing till the second Cock And Drinke Sir is a great prouoker of three things Macd. What three things does Drinke especially prouoke Port. Marry Sir Nose-painting Sleepe and Vrine Lecherie Sir it prouokes and vnprouokes it prouokes the desire but it takes away the performance Therefore much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie it makes him and it marres him it sets him on and it takes him off it perswades him and dis-heartens him makes him stand too and not stand too in conclusion equiuocates him in a sleepe and giuing him the Lye leaues him Macd. I beleeue Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night Port. That it did Sir i' the very Throat on me but I requited him for his Lye and I thinke being too strong for him though he tooke vp my Legges sometime yet I made a Shift to cast him Enter Macbeth Macd. Is thy Master stirring Our knocking ha's awak'd him here he comes Lenox Good morrow Noble Sir Macb. Good morrow both Macd. Is the King stirring worthy Thane Macb. Not yet Macd. He did command me to call timely on him I haue almost slipt the houre Maâb I le bring you to him Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you But yet 't is one Macb. The labour we delight in Physicks paine This is the Doore Macd. I le make so bold to call for 't is my limitted seruice Exit Macduffe Lenox Goes the King hence to day Macb. He does he did appoint so Lenox The Night ha's been vnruly Where we lay our Chimneys were blowne downe And as they say lamentings heard i' th' Ayre Strange Schreemes of Death And Prophecying with Accents terrible Of dyre Combustion and confus'd Euents New hatch'd toth ' wofull time The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night Some say the Earth was feuorous And did shake Macb. 'T was a rough Night Lenox My young remembrance cannot paralell A fellow to it Enter Macduff Macd. O horror horror horror Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue nor name thee Macb. and Lenox What 's the matter Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lords anoynted Temple and stole thence The Life o' th' Building Macb. What is' t you say the Life Lenox Meane you his Maiestie Macd. Approch the Chamber and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon Doe not bid me speake See and then speake your selues awake awake Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox Ring the Alarum Bell Murther and Treason Banquo and Donalbaine Malcolme awake Shake off this Downey sleepe Deaths counterfeit And looke on Death it selfe vp vp and see The great Doomes Image Malcolme Banquo As from your Graues rise vp and walke like Sprights To countenance this horror Ring the Bell. Bell rings Enter Lady Lady What 's the Businesse That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the House speake speake Macd. O gentle Lady 'T is not for you to heare what I can speake The repetition in a Womans care Would murther as it fell Enter Banquo O Banquo Banquo Our Royall Master 's murther'd Lady Woe alas What in our House Ban. Too cruell any where Deare Duff I prythee contradict thy selfe And say it is not so Enter Macbeth Lenox and Rosse Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance I had liu'd a blessed time for from this instant There 's nothing serious in Mortalitie All is but Toyes Renowne and Grace is dead The Wine of Life is drawne and the meere Lees Is left this Vault to brag of Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine Donal What is amisse Macb. You are and doe not know 't The Spring the Head the Fountaine of your Blood Is stopt the very Source of it is stopt Macd. Your Royall Father 's murther'd Mal. Oh by whom Lenox Those of his Chamber as it seem'd had don 't Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood So were their Daggers which vnwip'd we found Vpon their Pillowes they star'd and were distracted No mans Life was to be trusted with them Macb. O yet I doe repent me of my furie That I did kill them Macd. Wherefore did you so Macb. Who can be wise amaz'd temp'rate furious Loyall and Neutrall in a moment No man Th' expedition of my violent Loue Out-run the pawser Reason Here lay Duncan His Siluer skinne lac'd with his Golden Blood And his gash'd Stabs look'd like a Breach in Nature For Ruines wastfull entrance there the Murtherers Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade their Daggers Vnmannerly breech'd with gore who could refraine That had a heart to loue and in that heart Courage to make 's loue knowne Lady Helpe me hence hoa Macd. Looke to the Lady Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues
I am bent to know By the worst meanes the worst for mine owne good All causes shall giue way I am in blood Stept in so farre that should I wade no more Returning were as tedious as go ore Strange things I haue in head that will to hand Which must be acted ere they may be scand La. You lacke the season of all Natures sleepe Macb. Come wee 'l to sleepe My strange self-abuse Is the initiate feare that wants hard vse We are yet but yong indeed Exeunt Scena Quinta Thunder Enter the three Witches meeting Hecat 1. Why how now Hecat you looke angerly Hec. Haue I not reason Beldams as you are Sawcy and ouer-bold how did you dare To Trade and Trafficke with Macbeth In Riddles and Affaires of death And I the Mistris of your Charmes The close contriuer of all harmes Was neuer call'd to beare my part Or shew the glory of our Art And which is worse all you haue done Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne Spightfull and wrathfull who as others do Loues for his owne ends not for you But make amends now Get you gon And at the pit of Acheron Meete me i' th' Morning thither he Will come to know his Destinie Your Vessels and your Spels prouide Your Charmes and euery thing beside I am for th' Ayre This night I le spend Vnto a dismall and a Fatall end Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone Vpon the Corner of the Moone There hangs a vap'rous drop profound I le catch it ere it come to ground And that distill'd by Magicke slights Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his Confusion He shall spurne Fate scorne Death and beare His hopes ' boue Wisedome Grace and Feare And you all know Security Is Mortals cheefest Enemie Musicke and a Song Hearke I am call'd my little Spirit see Sits in a Foggy cloud and stayes for me Sing within Come away come away c. 1 Come let 's make hast shee 'l soone be Backe againe Exeunt Scaena Sexta Enter Lenox and another Lord. Lenox My former Speeches Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth marry he was dead And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late Whom you may say if 't please you Fleans kill'd For Fleans fled Men must not walke too late Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolme and for Donalbane To kill their gracious Father Damned Fact How it did greeue Macbeth Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents teare That were the Slaues of drinke and thralles of sleepe Was not that Nobly done I and wisely too For 't would haue anger'd any heart aliue To heare the men deny 't So that I say He ha's borne all things well and I do thinke That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key As and 't please Heauen he shall not they should finde What 't were to kill a Father So should Fleans But peace for from broad words and cause he fayl'd His presence at the Tyrants Feast I heare Macduffe liues in disgrace Sir can you tell Where he bestowes himselfe Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth Liues in the English Court and is receyu'd Of the most Pious Edward with such grace That the maleuolence of Fortune nothing Takes from his high respect Thither Macduffe Is gone to pray the Holy King vpon his ayd To wake Northumberland and warlike Seyward That by the helpe of these with him aboue To ratifie the Worke we may againe Giue to our Tables meate sleepe to our Nights Free from our Feasts and Banquets bloody kniues Do faithfull Homage and receiue free Honors All which we pine for now And this report Hath so exasperate their King that hee Prepares for some attempt of Warre Len. Sent he to Macduffe Lord. He did and with an absolute Sir not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe And hums as who should say you 'l rue the time That clogges me with this Answer Lenox And that well might Aduise him to a Caution tâhold what distance His wisedome can prouide Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England and vnfold His Message ere he come that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country Vnder a hand accurs'd Lord. I le send my Prayers with him Exeunt Actus Quarâs Scena Prima Thunder Enter the three Witches 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd 2 Thrice and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd 3 Harpier cries 't is time 't is time 1 Round about the Caldron go In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad that vnder cold stone Dayes and Nights ha's thirty one Sweltred Venom sleeping got Boyle thou first i' th' charmed pot All. Double double toile and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake In the Cauldron boyle and bake Eye of Newt and Toe of Frogge Wooll of Bat and Tongue of Dogge Adders Forke and Blinde-wormes Sting Lizards legge and Howlets wing For a Charme of powrefull trouble Like a Hell-broth boyle and bubble All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 3 Scale of Dragon Tooth of Wolfe Witches Mummey Maw and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke Roote of Hemlocke digg'd i' th' darke Liuer of Blaspheming Iew Gall of Goate and Slippes of Yew Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse âose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of Birth-strangled Babe Dâtch-deliuer'd by a Drab Make the Grewell thicke and slab Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Coole it with a Baboones blood Then the Charme is firme and good Enter Hecat and the other three Witches Hec. O well done I commend your paines And euery one shall share i' th' gaines And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring Inchanting all that you put in Musicke and a Song Blacke Spirits c. 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes Something wicked this way comes Open Lockes who euer knockes Enter Macbeth Macb. How now you secret black midnight Hags What is' t you do All. A deed without a name Macb. I coniure you by that which you Professe How ere you come to know it answer me Though you vntye the Windes and let them fight Against the Churches Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp Though bladed Corne be lodg'd Trees blown downe Though Castles topple on their Warders heads Though Pallaces and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine tumble altogether Euen till destruction sicken Answer me To what I aske you 1 Speake 2 Demand 3 Wee 'l answer 1 Say if th' hadst rather heare it from our mouthes Or from our Masters Macb. Call 'em let me see ' em 1 Powre in
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
Play and heard others praise and that highly not to speake it prophanely that neyther hauing the accent of Christians nor the gate of Christian Pagan or Norman haue so strutted and bellowed that I haue thought some of Natures Iouerney-men had made men and not made them well they imitated Humanity so abhominably Play I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with vs Sir Ham. O reforme it altogether And let those that play your Clownes speake no more then is set downe for them For there be of them that will themselues laugh to set on some quantitie of barren Spectators to laugh too though in the meane time some necessary Question of the Play be then to be considered that 's Villanous shewes a most pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vses it Go make you readie Exit Players Enter Polonius Rosincrance and Guildensterne How now my Lord Will the King heare this peece of Worke Pol. And the Queene too and that presently Ham. Bid the Players make hast Exit Polonius Will you two helpe to hasten them Both. We will my Lord. Exeunt Enter Horatio Ham. What hoa Horatio Hora. Heere sweet Lord at your Seruice Ham. Horatio thou art eene as iust a man As ere my Conuersation coap'd withall Hora. O my deere Lord. Ham. Nay do not thinke I flatter For what aduancement may I hope from thee That no Reuennew hast but thy good spirits To feed cloath thee Why shold the poor be flatter'd No let the Candied tongue like absurd pompe And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee Where thrift may follow faining Dost thou heare Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse And could of men distinguish her election Hath seal'd thee for her selfe For thou hast bene As one in suffering all that suffers nothing A man that Fortunes buffets and Rewards Hath ' tane with equall Thankes And blest are those Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger To sound what stop she please Giue me that man That is not Passions Slaue and I will weare him In my hearts Core I in my Heart of heart As I do thee Something too much of this There is a Play to night before the King One Scoene of it comes neere the Circumstance Which I haue told thee of my Fathers death I prythee when thou see'st that Acte a-foot Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule Obserue mine Vnkle If his occulted guilt Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene And my Imaginations are as foule As Vulcans Stythe Giue him needfull note For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face And after we will both our iudgements ioyne To censure of his seeming Hora. Well my Lord. If he steale ought the whil'st this Play is Playing And scape detecting I will pay the Theft Enter King Queene Polonius Ophelia Rosincrance Guildensterne and other Lords attendant with his Guard carrying Torches Danish March. Sound a Flourish Ham. They are comming to the Play I must be idle Get you a place King How fares our Cosin Hamlet Ham. Excellent Ifaith of the Camelions dish I eate the Ayre promise-cramm'd you cannot feed Capons so King I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet these words are not mine Ham. No nor mine Now my Lord you plaid once i' th' Vniuersity you say Polon That I did my Lord and was accounted a good Actor Ham. And what did you enact Pol. I did enact Iulius Caesar I was kill'd i' th' Capitol Brutus kill'd me Ham. It was a bruite part of him to kill so Capitall a Calfe there Be the Players ready Rosin I my Lord they stay vpon your patience Qu. Come hither my good Hamlet sit by me Ha. No good Mother here 's Mettle more attractiue Pol. Oh ho do you marke that Ham. Ladie shall I lye in your Lap Ophe. No my Lord. Ham. I meane My Head vpon your Lap Ophe. I my Lord. Ham. Do you thinke I meant Country matters Ophe. I thinke nothing my Lord. Ham. That 's a faire thought to ly between Maids legs Ophe. What is my Lord Ham. Nothing Ophe. You are merrie my Lord Ham. Who I Ophe. I my Lord. Ham. Oh God your onely Iigge-maker what should a man do but be merrie For looke you now cheerefully my Mother lookes and my Father dyed within 's two Houres Ophe. Nay 't is twice two moneths my Lord. Ham. So long Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke for I le haue a suite of Sables Oh Heauens dye two moneths ago and not forgotten yet Then there 's hope a great mans Memorie may out-liue his life halfe a yeare But byrlady he must builde Churches then or else shall he suffer not thinking on with the Hoby-horsse whose Epitaph is For o For o the Hoby-horse is forgot Hoboyes play The dumbe shew enters Enter a King and Queene very louingly the Queene embracing him She kneeles and makes shew of Protestation vnto him He takes her vp and declines his head vpon her neck Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers She seeing him a-sleepe leaues him Anon comes in a Fellow takes off his Crowne kisses it and powres poyson in the Kings eares and Exits The Queene returnes findes the King dead and makes passionate Action The Poysoner with some two or three Mutes comes in againe seeming to lament with her The dead body is carried away The Poysoner Wooes the Queene with Gifts she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile but in the end accepts his loue Exeunt Ophe. What meanes this my Lord Ham. Marry this is Miching Malicho that meanes Mischeefe Ophe. Belike this shew imports the Argument of the Play Ham. We shall know by these Fellowes the Players cannot keepe counsell they 'l tell all Ophe. Will they tell vs what this shew meant Ham. I or any shew that you 'l shew him Bee not you asham'd to shew hee 'l not shame to tell you what it meanes Ophe. You are naught you are naught I le marke the Play Enter Prologue For vs and for our Tragedie Heere stooping to your Clemencie We begge your hearing Patientlie Ham. Is this a Prologue or the Poesie of a Ring Ophe. 'T is briefe my Lord. Ham. As Womans loue Enter King and his Queene King Full thirtie times hath Phoebus Cart gon round Neptunes salt Wash and Tellus Orbed ground And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene About the World haue times twelue thirties beene Since loue our hearts and Hymen did our hands Vnite comutuall in most sacred Bands Bap. So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone Make vs againe count o're ere loue be duone But woe is me you are so sicke of late So farre from cheere and from your forme state That I distrust you yet though I distrust Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must For womens Feare and Loue holds quantitie In neither ought or in extremity Now what my loue is proofe hath made you know And as my Loue is
loue the generall gender beare him Who dipping all his Faults in their affection Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone Conuert his Gyues to Graces So that my Arrowes Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe And not where I had arm'd them Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes Who was if praises may go backe againe Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections But my reuenge will come King Breake not your sleepes for that You must not thinke That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger And thinke it pastime You shortly shall heare more I lou'd your Father and we loue our Selfe And that I hope will teach you to imagine Enter a Messenger How now What Newes Mes Letters my Lord from Hamlet This to your Maiesty this to the Queene King From Hamlet Who brought them Mes Saylors my Lord they say I saw them not They were giuen me by Claudio he receiu'd them King Laertes you shall heare them Leaue vs. Exit Messenger High and Mighty you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes When I shall first asking your Pardon thereunto recount th' Occasions of my sodaine and more strange returne Hamlet What should this meane Are all the rest come backe Or is it some abuse Or no such thing Laer. Know you the hand Kin. 'T is Hamlets Character naked and in a Postscript here he sayes alone Can you aduise me Laer. I 'm lost in it my Lord but let him come It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth Thus diddest thou Kin. If it be so Laertes as how should it be so How otherwise will you be rul'd by me Laer. If so you 'l not o're rule me to a peace Kin. To thine owne peace if he be now return'd As checking at his Voyage and that he meanes No more to vndertake it I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall And for his death no winde of blame shall breath But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice And call it accident Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy I 'ue seene my selfe and seru'd against the French And they ran well on Horsebacke but this Gallant Had witchcraft in 't he grew into his Seat And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd With the braue Beast so farre he past my thought That I in forgery of shapes and trickes Come short of what he did Laer. A Norman was 't Kin. A Norman Laer. Vpon my life Lamound Kin. The very same Laer. I know him well he is the Brooch indeed And Iemme of all our Nation Kin. Hee mad confession of you And gaue you such a Masterly report For Art and exercise in your defence And for your Rapier most especially e That he cryed out t' would be a sight indeed If one could match you Sir This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy That he could nothing doe but wish and begge Your sodaine comming ore to play with him Now out of this Laer. Why out of this my Lord Kin Laertes was your Father deare to you Or are you like the painting of a sorrow A face without a heart Laer. Why aske you this Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father But that I know Loue is begun by Time And that I see in passages of proofe Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it Hamlet comes backe what would you vndertake To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed More then in words Laer. To cut his throat i' th' Church Kin. No place indeed should murder Sancturize Reuenge should haue no bounds but good Laertes Will you doe this keepe close within your Chamber Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home Wee 'l put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gaue you bring you in fine together And wager on your heads he being remisse Most generous and free from all contriuing Will not peruse the Foiles So that with ease Or with a little shuffling you may choose A Sword vnbaited and in a passe of practice Requit him for your Father Laer. I will doo 't And for that purpose I le annoint my Sword I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke So mortall I but dipt a knife in it Where it drawes blood no Cataplasme so rare Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone can saue the thing from death That is but scratcht withall I le touch my point With this contagion that if I gall him slightly It may be death Kin Let 's further thinke of this Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes May fit vs to our shape if this should faile And that our drift looke through our bad performance 'T were better not assaid therefore this Proiect Should haue a backe or second that might hold If this should blast in proofe Soft let me see Wee 'l make a solemne wager on your commings I ha 't when in your motion you are hot and dry As make your bowts more violent to the end And that he cals for drinke I le haue prepar'd him A Challice for the nonce whereon but sipping If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck Our purpose may hold there how sweet Queene Enter Queene Queen One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele So fast they 'l follow your Sister 's drown'd Laertes Laer. Drown'd O where Queen There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame There with fantasticke Garlands did she come Of Crow-slowers Nettles Daysies and long Purples That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them There on the pendant boughes her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang an enuious sliuer broke When downe the weedy Trophies and her selfe Fell in the weeping Brooke her cloathes spred wide And Mermaid-like a while they bore her vp Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes As one incapable of her owne distresse Or like a creature Natiue and indued Vnto that Element but long it could not be Till that her garments heauy with her drinke Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy To muddy death Laer. Alas then is she drown'd Queen Drown'd drown'd Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia And therefore I forbid my teares but yet It is our tricke Nature her custome holds Let shame say what it will when these are gone The woman will be out Adue my Lord I haue a speech of fire that faine would blaze But that this folly doubts it Exit Kin. Let 's follow Gertrude How much I had to
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
for I am declin'd Into the vale of yeares yet that 's not much Shee 's gone I am abus'd and my releefe Must be to loath her Oh Curse of Marriage That we can call these delicate Creatures ours And not their Appetites I had rather be a Toad And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue For others vses Yet 't is the plague to Great-ones Prerogatiu'd are they lesse then the Base 'T is destiny vnshunnable like death Euen then this forked plague is Fated to vs When we do quicken Looke where she comes Enter Desdemona and Aemilia If she be false Heauen mock'd it selfe I le not beleeue 't Des How now my deere Othello Your dinner and the generous Islanders By you inuited do attend your presence Oth. I am too blame Des Why do you speake so faintly Are you not well Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead heere Des Why that 's with watching 't will away againe Let me but binde it hard within this houre It will be well Oth. Your Napkin is too little Let it alone Come I le go in with you Exit Des I am very sorry that you are not well Aemil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin This was her first remembrance from the Moore My wayward Husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steale it But she so loues the Token For he coniur'd her she should euer keepe it That she reserues it euermore about her To kisse and talke too I le haue the worke tane out And giu 't Iago what he will do with it Heauen knowes not I I nothing but to please his Fantasie Enter Iago Iago How now What do you heere alone Aemil. Do not you chide I haue a thing for you Iago You haue a thing for me It is a common thing Aemil. Hah Iago To haue a foolish wife Aemil. Oh is that all What will you giue me now For that same Handkerchiefe Iago What Handkerchiefe Aemil. What Handkerchiefe Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona That which so often you did bid me steale Iago Hast stolne it from her Aemil. No but she let it drop by negligence And to th' aduantage I being heere took 't vp Looke heere ' t is Iago A good wench giue it me Aemil. What will you do with 't that you haue bene so earnest to haue me filch it Iago Why what is that to you Aemil. If it be not for some purpose of import Giu 't me againe Poore Lady shee 'l run mad When she shall lacke it Iago Be not acknowne on 't I haue vse for it Go leaue me Exit Aemil. I will in Cassio's Lodging loose this Napkin And let him finde it Trifles light as ayre Are to the iealious confirmations strong As proofes of holy Writ This may do something The Moore already changes with my poyson Dangerous conceites are in their Natures poysons Which at the first are scarse found to distaste But with a little acte vpon the blood Burne like the Mines of Sulphure I did say so Enter Othello Looke where he comes Not Poppy nor Mandragora Nor all the drowsie Syrrups of the world Shall euer medicine thee to that sweete sleepe Which thou owd'st yesterday Oth. Ha Ha false to mee Iago Why how now Generall No more of that Oth. Auant be gone Thou hast set me on the Racke I sweare 't is better to be much abus'd Then but to know 't a little Iago How now my Lord Oth. What sense had I in her stolne houres of Lust I saw 't not thought it not it harm'd not me I slept the next night well fed well was free and merrie I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes He that is robb'd not wanting what is stolne Let him not know 't and he 's not robb'd at all Iago I am sorry to heare this Oth. I had beene happy if the generall Campe Pyoners and all had tasted her sweet Body So I had nothing knowne Oh now for euer Farewell the Tranquill minde farewell Content Farewell the plumed Troopes and the bigge Warres That makes Ambition Vertue Oh farewell Farewell the neighing Steed and the shrill Trumpe The Spirit-stirring Drum th' Eare-piercing Fife The Royall Banner and all Qualitie Pride Pompe and Circumstance of glorious Warre And O you mortall Engines whose rude throates Th' immortall Ioues dread Clamours counterfet Farewell Othello's Occupation's gone Iago Is' t possible my Lord Oth. Villaine be sure thou proue my Loue a Whore Be sure of it Giue me the Occular proofe Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule Thou had'st bin better haue bin borne a Dog Then answer my wak'd wrath Iago Is' t come to this Oth. Make me to see 't or at the least so proue it That the probation beare no Hindge nor Loope To hang a doubt on Or woe vpon thy life Iago My Noble Lord. Oth. If thou dost slander her and torture me Neuer pray more Abandon all remorse On Horrors head Horrors accumulate Do deeds to make Heauen weepe all Earth amaz'd For nothing canst thou to damnation adde Greater then that Iago O Grace O Heauen forgiue me Are you a Man Haue you a Soule or Sense God buy you take mine Office Oh wretched Foole That lou'st to make thine Honesty a Vice Oh monstrous world Take note take note O World To be direct and honest is not safe I thanke you for this profit and from hence I le loue no Friend sith Loue breeds such offence Oth. Nay stay thou should'st be honest Iago I should be wise for Honestie 's a Foole And looses that it workes for Oth. By the World I thinke my Wife be honest and thinke she is not I thinke that thou art iust and thinke thou art not I le haue some proofe My name that was as fresh As Dians Visage is now begrim'd and blacke As mine owne face If there be Cords or Kniues Poyson or Fire or suffocating streames I le not indure it Would I were satisfied Iago I see you are eaten vp with Passion I do repent me that I put it to you You would be satisfied Oth. Would Nay and I will Iago And may but how How satisfied my Lord Would you the super-vision grossely gape on Behold her top'd Oth. Death and damnation Oh! Iago It were a tedious difficulty I thinke To bring them to that Prospect Damne them then If euer mortall eyes do see them boulster More then their owne What then How then What shall I say Where 's Satisfaction It is impossible you should see this Were they as prime as Goates as hot as Monkeyes As salt as Wolues in pride and Fooles as grosse As Ignorance made drunke But yet I say If imputation and strong circumstances Which leade directly to the doore of Truth Will giue you satisfaction you might haue 't Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she 's disloyall Iago I do not like the Office But sith I am entred in this cause so farre Prick'd too 't by
Rome but I will hope of better deeds to morrow Rest you happy Exeunt Enter Enobarbus Lamprius a Southsayer Rannius Lucillius Charmian Iras Mardian the Eunuch and Alexas Char. L. Alexas sweet Alexas most any thing Alexas almost most absolute Alexas where 's the Soothsayer that you prais'd so to ' th' Queene Oh that I knewe this Husband which you say must change his Hornes with Garlands Alex. Soothsayer Sooth. Your will Char. Is this the Man Is' t you sir that know things Sooth. In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie a little I can read Alex. Shew him your hand Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly Wine enough Cleopatra's health to drinke Char. Good sir giue me good Fortune Sooth. I make not but foresee Char. Pray then foresee me one Sooth. You shall be yet farre fairer then you are Char. He meanes in flesh Iras. No you shall paint when you are old Char. Wrinkles forbid Alex. Vex not his prescience be attentiue Char. Hush Sooth. You shall be more belouing then beloued Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking Alex. Nay heare him Char. Good now some excellent Fortune Let mee be married to three Kings in a forenoone and Widdow them all Let me haue a Childe at fifty to whom Herode of Iewry may do Homage Finde me to marrie me with Octauius Caesar and companion me with my Mistris Sooth. You shall out-liue the Lady whom you serue Char. Oh excellent I loue long life better then Figs. Sooth. You haue seene and proued a fairer former fortune then that which is to approach Char. Then belike my Children shall haue no names Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches must I haue Sooth. If euery of your wishes had a wombe foretell euery wish a Million Char. Out Foole I forgiue thee for a Witch Alex. You thinke none but your sheets are priuie to your wishes Char. Nay come tell Iras hers Alex. Wee 'l know all our Fortunes Enob. Mine and most of our Fortunes to night shall be drunke to bed Iras. There 's a Palme presages Chastity if nothing els Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus presageth Famine Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow you cannot Soothsay Char. Nay if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prognostication I cannot scratch mine eare Prythee tel her but a worky day Fortune Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike Iras. But how but how giue me particulars Sooth. I haue said Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then she Char. Well if you were but an inch of fortune better then I where would you choose it Iras. Not in my Husbands nose Char. Our worser thoughts Heauens mend Alexas Come his Fortune his Fortune Oh let him mary a woman that cannot go sweet Isis I beseech thee and let her dye too and giue him a worse and let worse follow worse till the worst of all follow him laughing to his graue fifty-fold a Cuckold Good Isis heare me this Prayer though thou denie me a matter of more waight good Isis I beseech thee Iras. Amen deere Goddesse heare that prayer of the people For as it is a heart-breaking to see a handsome man loose-Wiu'd so it is a deadly sorrow to beholde a foule Knaue vncuckolded Therefore deere Isis keep decorum and Fortune him accordingly Char. Amen Alex. Lo now if it lay in their hands to make mee a Cuckold they would make themselues Whores but they 'ld doo 't Enter Cleopatra Enob. Hush heere comes Anthony Char. Not he the Queene Cleo. Saue you my Lord. Enob. No Lady Cleo. Was he not heere Char. No Madam Cleo. He was dispos'd to mirth but on the sodaine A Romane thought hath strooke him Enobarbus Enob. Madam Cleo. Seeke him and bring him hither wher 's Alexias Alex. Heere at your seruice My Lord approaches Enter Anthony with a Messenger Cleo. We will not looke vpon him Go with vs. Exeunt Messen Fuluia thy Wife First came into the Field Ant. Against my Brother Lucius Messen I but soone that Warre had end And the times state Made friends of them ioynting their force ' gainst Caesar Whose better issue in the warre from Italy Vpon the first encounter draue them Ant. Well what worst Mess The Nature of bad newes infects the Teller Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward On. Things that are past are done with me 'T is thus Who tels me true though in his Tale lye death I heare him as he flatter'd Mes Labienus this is stiffe-newes Hath with his Parthian Force Extended Asia from Euphrates his conquering Banner shooke from Syria to Lydia And to Ionia whil'st Ant. Anthony thou would'st say Mes Oh my Lord. Ant. Speake to me home Mince not the generall tongue name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome Raile thou in Fuluia's phrase and taunt my faults With such full License as both Truth and Malice Haue power to vtter Oh then we forth weeds When our quicke windes lye still and our illes told vs Is as our earing fare thee well awhlle Mes At your Noble pleasure Exit Messenger Enter another Messenger Ant. From Scicion how the newes Speake there 1. Mes The man from Scicion Is there such an one 2. Mes He stayes vpon your will Ant. Let him appeare These strong Egyptian Fetters I must breake Or loose my selfe in dotage Enter another Messenger with a Letter What are you 3. Mes Fuluia thy wife is dead Ant. Where dyed she Mes In Scicion her length of sicknesse With what else more serious Importeth thee to know this beares Antho. Forbeare me There 's a great Spirit gone thus did I desire it What our contempts doth of ten hurle from vs We with it ours againe The present pleasure By reuolution lowring does become The opposite of it selfe she 's good being gon The hand could plucke her backe that shou'd her on I must from this enchanting Queene breake off Ten thousand harmes more then the illes I know My idlenesse doth hatch Enter Enobarbus How now Enobarbus Eno. What 's your pleasure Sir Anth. I must with haste from hence Eno. Why then we kill all our Women We see how mortall an vnkindnesse is to them if they suffer our departure death's the word Ant. I must be gone Eno. Vnder a compelling an occasion let women die It were pitty to cast them away for nothing though betweene them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this ãâã instantly I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon faââorer moment I do think there is mettle in death which âmits some louing acte vpon her she hath such a celerity in dying Ant. She is cunning past mans thought Eno. Alacke Sir no her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds and waters sighes and teares They are greater stormes and Tempests then Almanackes can report This cannot be cunning in her if it be she makes a showre of Raine as well as Ioue Ant. Would I had neuer
seene her Eno. Oh sir you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke which not to haue beene blest withall would haue discredited your Trauaile Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Sir Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Fuluia Ant. Dead Eno. Why sir giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth comforting therein that when olde Robes are worne out there are members to make new If there were no more Women but Fuluia then had you indeede a cut and the case to be lamented This greefe is crown'd with Consolation your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate and indeed the teares liue in an Onion that should water this sorrow Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State Cannot endure my absence Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you especially that of Cleopatra's which wholly depends on your abode Ant. No more light Answeres Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene And get her loue to part For not alone The death of Fuluia with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome Petition vs at home Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar and commands The Empire of the Sea Our slippery people Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer Till his deserts are past begin to throw Pompey the great and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne who high in Name and Power Higher then both in Blood and Life stands vp For the maine Souldier Whose quality going on The sides o' th' world may danger Much is breeding Which like the Coursers heire hath yet but life And not a Serpents poyson Say our pleasure To such whose places vnder vs require Our quicke remoue from hence Enob. I shall doo 't Enter Cleopatra Charmian Alexas and Iras. Cleo. Where is he Char. I did not see him since Cleo. See where he is Whose with him what he does I did not send you If you finde him sad Say I am dauncing if in Myrth report That I am sodaine sicke Quicke and returne Char. Madam me thinkes if you did loue him deerly You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him Cleo. What should I do I do not Ch. In each thing giue him way crosse him in nothing Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole the way to lose him Char. Tempt him not so too farre I wish forbeare In time we hate that which we often feare Enter Anthony But heere comes Anthony Cleo. I am sicke and sullen An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian I shall fall It cannot be thus long the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Ant. Now my deerest Queene Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee Ant. What 's the matter Cleo. I know by that same eye ther 's some good news What sayes the married woman you may goe Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come Let her not say 't is I that keepe you heere I haue no power vpon you Hers you are Ant. The Gods best know Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Ant. Cleopatra Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine true Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods Who haue beene false to Fuluia Riotous madnesse To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes Which breake themselues in swearing Ant. Most sweet Queene Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going But bid farewell and goe When you sued staying Then was the time for words No going then Eternity was in our Lippes and Eyes Blisse in our browes bent none our parts so poore But was a race of Heauen They are so still Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world Art turn'd the greatest Lyar. Ant. How now Lady Cleo. I would I had thy inches thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt Ant. Heare me Queene The strong necessity of Time commands Our Seruicles a-while but my full heart Remaines in vse with you Our Italy Shines o're with ciuill Swords Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome Equality of two Domesticke powers Breed scrupulous faction The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue The condemn'd Pompey Rich in his Fathers Honor creepes apace Into the hearts of such as haue not thriued Vpon the present state whose Numbers threaten And quietnesse growne sicke of rest would purge By any desperate change My more particular And that which most with you should safe my going Is Fuluias death Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse Can Fuluia dye Ant. She 's dead my Queene Looke heere and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak'd at the last best See when and where shee died Cleo. O most false Loue Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water Now I see I see In Fuluias death how mine receiu'd shall be Ant. Quarrell no more but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare which are or cease As you shall giue th' aduice By the fire That quickens Nylus slime I go from hence Thy Souldier Seruant making Peace or Warre As thou affects Cleo. Cut my Lace Charmian come But let it be I am quickly ill and well So Anthony loues Ant. My precious Queene forbeare And giue true euidence to his Loue which stands An honourable Triall Cleo. So Fuluia told me I prythee turne aside and weepe for her Then bid adiew to me and say the teares Belong to Egypt Good now play one Scene Of excellent dissembling and let it looke Like perfect Honor. Ant. You 'l heat my blood no more Cleo. You can do better yet but this is meetly Ant. Now by Sword Cleo. And Target Still he mends But this is not the best Looke prythee Charmian How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe Ant. I le leaue you Lady Cleo. Courteous Lord one word Sir you and I must part but that 's not it Sir you and I haue lou'd but there 's not it That you know well something it is I would Oh my Obliuion is a very Anthony And I am all forgotten Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe Cleo. 'T is sweating Labour To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this But Sir forgiue me Since my becommings kill me when they do not Eye well to you Your Honor calles you hence Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly And all the Gods go with you Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete Ant. Let vs go Come Our separation so abides and flies That thou reciding heere goes yet with mee And I hence fleeting heere remaine with thee
Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage and Towrus the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way After their going in is heard the noise of a Sea fight Alarum Enter Enobarbus and Scarus Eno. Naught naught al naught I can behold no longer Thantoniad the Egyptian Admirall With all their sixty flye and turne the Rudder To see 't mine eyes are blasted Enter Scarrus Scar. Gods Goddesses all the whol synod of them Eno. What 's thy passion Scar. The greater Cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance we haue kist away Kingdomes and Prouinces Eno. How appeares the Fight Scar. On our side like the Token'd Pestilence Where death is sure Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt Whom Leprosie o're-take i' th' midst o' th' fight When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd Both as the same or rather outs the elder The Breeze vpon her like a Cow in Inne Hoists Sailes and flyes Eno. That I beheld Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could not Indure a further view Scar. She once being looft The Noble ruine of her Magicke Anthony Claps on his Sea-wing and like a doting Mallard Leauing the Fight in heighth flyes after her I neuer saw an Action of sâch shame Experience Man-hood Honor ne're before Did violate so it selfe Enob. Alacke alacke Enter Camidius Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath And sinkes most lamentably Had our Generall Bin what he knew himselfe it had gone well Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight Most grossely by his owne Enob. I are you thereabouts Why then goodnight indeede Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled Scar. 'T is easie toot And there I will attend what further comes Camid To Caesar will I render My Legions and my Horse sixe Kings alreadie Shew me the way of yeelding Eno. I le yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony though my reason Sits in the winde against me Enter Anthony with Attendants Ant. Hearke the Land bids me tread no more vpon 't It is asham'd to beare me Friends come hither I am so lated in the world that I Haue lost my way for euer I haue a shippe Laden with Gold take that diuide it flye And make your peace with Caesar Omnes Fly Not wee Ant. I haue fled my selfe and haue instructed cowards To runne and shew their shoulders Friends be gone I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course Which has no neede of you Be gone My Treasure 's in the Harbour Take it Oh I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon My very haites do mutiny for the white Reproue the browne for rashnesse and they them For feare and doting Friends be gone you shall Haue Letters from me to some Friends that will Sweepe your way for you Pray you looke not sad Nor make replyes of loathnesse take the hint Which my dispaire proclaimes Let them be left Which leaues it selfe to the Sea-side straight way I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure Leaue me I pray a little pray you now Nay do so for indeede I haue lost command Therefore I pray you I le see you by and by Sits downe Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros Eros Nay gentle Madam to him comfort him Iras. Do most deere Queene Char. Do why what else Cleo. Let me sit downe Oh Iuno Ant. No no no no no. Eros See you heere Sir Ant. Oh fie fie fie Char. Madam Iras. Madam oh good Empresse Eros Sir sir Ant. Yes my Lord yes he at Philippi kept His sword e'ne like a dancer while I strooke The leane and wrinkled Cassius and 't was I That the mad Brutus ended he alone Dealt on Lieutenantry and no practise had In the braue squares of Warre yet now no matter Cleo. Ah stand by Eros The Queene my Lord the Queene Iras. Go to him Madam speake to him Hee 's vnqualited with very shame Cleo. Well then sustaine me Oh. Eros Most Noble Sir arise the Queene approaches Her head 's declin'd and death will cease her but Your comfort makes the rescue Ant. I haue offended Reputation A most vnnoble sweruing Eros Sir the Queene Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt see How I conuey my shame out of thine eyes By looking backe what I haue left behinde Stroy'd in dishonor Cleo. Oh my Lord my Lord. Forgiue my fearfull sayles I little thought You would haue followed Ant. Egypt thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by ' th' strings And thou should'st stowe me after O're my spirit The full supremacie thou knew'st and that Thy becke might from the bidding of the Gods Command mee Cleo. Oh my pardon Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble Treaties dodge And palter in the shifts of lownes who With halfe the bulke o' th' world plaid as I pleas'd Making and marring Fortunes You did know How much you were my Conqueror and that My Sword made weake by my affection would Obey it on all cause Cleo. Pardon pardon Ant Fall not a teare I say one of them rates All that is wonne and lost Giue me a kisse Euen this repayes me We sent our Schoolemaster is a come backe Loue I am full of Lead some Wine Within there and our Viands Fortune knowes We scorne her most when most she offers blowes Exeunt Enter Caesar Agrippa and Dollabello with others Caes Let him appeare that 's come from Anthony Know you him Dolla Caesar 't is his Schoolemaster An argument that he is pluckt when hither He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers Not many Moones gone by Enter Ambassador from Anthony Caesar Approach and speake Amb. Such as I am I come from Anthony I was of late as petty to his ends As is the Mornâ-dew on the Mertle leafe To his grand Sea Caes Bee 't so declare thine office Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee and Requires to liue in Egypt which not granted He Lessons his Requests and to thee sues To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth A priuate man in Athens this for him Next Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse Submits her to thy might and of thee craues The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres Now hazarded to thy Grace Caes For Anthony I haue no eares to his request The Queene Of Audience nor Desire shall faile so shee From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend Or take his life there This if shee performe She shall not sue vnheard So to them both Amb. Fortune pursue thee Caes Bring him through the Bands To try thy Eloquence now 't is time dispatch From Anthony winne Cleopatra promise And in our Name what she requires adde more From thine inuention offers Women are not In their best Fortunes strong but want will periure The ne're touch'd Vestall Try thy cunning Thidias Make thine owne Edict for thy paines which we Will answer as a Law Thid. Caesar I go Caesar Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw And what thou think'st his
disdainfull harping on what I am Not what he knew I was He makes me angry And at this time most easie 't is to doo 't When my good Starres that were my former guides Haue empty left their Orbes and shot their Fires Into th' Abisme of hell If he mislike My speech and what is done tell him he has Hiparchus my enfranâhed Bondman whom He may at pleasure whip or hang or torture As he shall like to quit me Vrge it thou Hence with thy stripes be gone Exit Thid. Cleo. Haue you done yet Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst And it portends alone the fall of Anthony Cleo. I must stay his time Ant. To flatter Caesar would you mingle eyes With one that tyes his points Cleo. Not know me yet Ant. Cold-hearted toward me Cleo. Ah Deere if I be so From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile And poyson it in the sourse and the first stone Drop in my necke as it determines so Dissolue my life the next Caesarian smile Till by degrees the memory of my wombe Together with my braue Egyptians all By the discandering of this pelleted storme Lye grauelesse till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle Haue buried them for prey Ant. I am satisfied Caesar sets downe in Alexandria where I will oppose his Fate Our force by Land Hath Nobly held our seuer'd Nauie too Haue knit againe and Fleete threatning most Sea-like Where hast thou bin my heart Dost thou heare Lady If from the Field I shall returne once more To kisse these Lips I will appeare in Blood I and my Sword will earne our Chronicle There 's hope in 't yet Cleo. That 's my braue Lord. Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed hearted breath'd And fight maliciously for when mine houres Were nice and lucky men did ransome liues Of me for iests But now I le set my teeth And send to darkenesse all that stop me Come Let 's haue one other gawdy night Call to me All my sad Captaines fill our Bowles once more Let 's mocke the midnight Bell. Cleo. It is my Birth-day I had thought t' haue held it poore But since my Lord Is Anthony againe I will be Cleopatra Ant. We will yet do well Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord. Ant. Do so wee 'l speake to them And to night I le force The Wine peepe through their scarres Come on my Queene There 's sap in 't yet The next time I do fight I le make death loue me for I will contend Euen with his pestilent Sytâe Exeunt Eno. Now hee 'l out-stare the Lightning to be furious Is to be frighted out of feare and in that moode The Doue will pecke the Estridge and I see still A diminution in our Captaines braine Restores his heart when valour prayes in reason It eates the Sword it fights with I will seeke Some way to leaue him Exeunt Enter Caesar Agrippa Mecenas with his Army Caesar reading a Letter Caes He calles me Boy and chides as he had power To beate me out of Egypt My Messenger He hath whipt with Rods dares me to personal Combat Caesar to Anthony let the old Russian know I haue many other wayes to dye meane time Laugh at his Challenge Mece Caesar must thinke When one so great begins to rage hee 's hunted Euen to falling Giue him no breath but now Make boote of his distraction Neuer anger Made good guard for it selfe Caes Let our best heads know That to morrow the last of many Battailes We meane to fight Within our Files there are Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late Enough to fetch him in See it done And Feast the Army we haue store to doo 't And they haue earn'd the waste Poore Anthony Exeunt Enter Anthony Cleopatra Enobarbus Charmian Iras Alexas with others Ant. He will not fight with me Domitian Eno. No Ant. Why should he not Eno. He thinks being twenty times of better fortune He is twenty men to one Ant. To morrow Soldier By Sea and Land I le fight or I will liue Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood Shall make it liue againe Woo't thou fight well Eno. I le strike and cry Take all Ant. Well said come on Call forth my Houshold Seruants le ts to night Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors Be bounteous at our Meale Giue me thy hand Thou hast bin rightly honest so hast thou Thou and thou and thou you haue seru'd me well And Kings haue beene your fellowes Cleo. What meanes this Eno. 'T is one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots Out of the minde Ant. And thou art honest too I wish I could be made so many men And all of you clapt vp together in An Anthony that I might do you seruice So good as you haue done Omnes The Gods forbid Ant. Well my good Fellowes wait on me to night Scant not my Cups and make as much of me As when mine Empire was your Fellow too And suffer'd my command Cleo. What does he meane Eno. To make his Followers weepe Ant. Tend me to night May be it is the period of your duty Haply you shall not see me more or if A mangled shadow Perchance to morrow You 'l serue another Master I looke on you As one that takes his leaue Mine honest Friends I turne you not away but like a Master Married to your good seruice stay till death Tend me to night two houres I aske no more And the Gods yeeld you for 't Eno. What meane you Sir To giue them this discomfort Looke they weepe And I an Asse am Onyon-ey'd for shame Transforme vs not to women Ant. Ho ho ho Now the Witch take me if I meant it thus Grace grow where those drops fall my hearty Friends You take me in too dolorous a sense For I spake to you for your comfort did desire you To burne this night with Torches Know my hearts I hope well of to morrow and will leade you Where rather I le expect victorious life Then death and Honor. Let 's to Supper come And drowne consideration Exeunt Enter a Company of Soldiours 1. Sol. Brother goodnight to morrow is the day 2. Sol. It will determine one way Fare you well Heard you of nothing strange about the streets 1 Nothing what newes 2 Belike 't is but a Rumour good night to you 1 Well sir good night They meete other Soldiers 2 Souldiers haue carefull Watch. 1 And you Goodnight goodnight They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage 2 Heere we and if to morrow Our Nauie thriue I haue an absolute hope Our Landmen will stand vp 1 'T is a braue Army and full of purpose Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage 2 Peace what noise 1 List list 2 Hearke 1 Musicke i' th' Ayre 3 Vnder the earth 4 It signes well do's it not 3 No. 1 Peace I say What should this meane 2 'T is the God Hercules whom Anthony loued Now leaues him 1 Walke let 's see if
our yonger brown yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues and can Get gole for gole of youth Behold this man Commend vnto his Lippes thy sauouring hand Kisse it my Warriour He hath fought to day As if a God in hate of Mankinde had Destroyed in such a shape Cleo. I le giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold it was a Kings Ant. He has deseru'd it were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre Giue me thy hand Through Alexandria make a iolly March Beare our backt Targets like the men that owe them Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoast we all would sup together And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach Exeunt Enter a Centerie and his Company Enobarbus followes Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre We must returne to ' th' Court of Guard the night Is shiny and they say we shall embattaile By ' th ' second houre i' th' Morne 1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too 's Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night 2 What man is this 1 Stand close and list him Enob. Be witnesse to me O thou blessed Moone When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent Cent. Enobarbus 2 Peace Hearke further Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me That Life a very Rebell to my will May hang no longer on me Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault Which being dried with greefe will breake to powder And finish all foule thoughts Oh Anthony Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous Forgiue me in thine owne particular But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer and a fugitiue Oh Anthony Oh Anthony 1 Let 's speake to him Cent. Let 's heare him for the things he speakes May concerne Caesar 2 Let 's do so but he sleepes Cent. Swoonds rather for so bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for sleepe 1 Go we to him 2 Awake sir awake speake to vs. 1 Heare you sir Cent. The hand of death hath raught him Drummes afarre off Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers Let vs beare him to ' th' Court of Guard he is of note Our houre is fully out 2 Come on then he may recouer yet exeunt Enter Anthony and Scarrus with their Army Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea We please them not by Land Scar. For both my Lord. Ant. I would they 'ld fight i' th' Fire or i' th' Ayre Wee 'ld fight there too But this it is our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen They haue put forth the Hauen Where their appointment we may best discouer And looke on their endeuour exeunt Enter Caesar and his Army Caes But being charg'd we will be still by Land Which as I tak 't we shall for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies To the Vales And hold our best aduantage exeunt Alarum afarre off as at a Sea-fight Enter Anthony and Scarrus Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd Where yon'd Pine does stand I shall discouer all I le bring thee word straight how ' ris like to go exit Scar. Swallowes haue built In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests The Auguries Say they know not they cannot tell looke grimly And dare not speake their knowledge Anthony Is valiant and deiected and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare Of what he has and has not Enter Anthony Ant. All is lost This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe and yonder They cast their Caps vp and Carowse together Like Friends long lost Triple-turn'd Whore 't is thou Hast sold me to this Nouice and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee Bid them all flye For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme I haue done all Bid them all flye be gone Oh Sunne thy vprise shall I see no more Fortune and Anthony part heere euen heere Do we shake hands All come to this The hearts That pannelled me at heeles to whom I gaue Their wishes do dis-Candie melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar And this Pine is barkt That ouer-top'd them all Betray'd I am Oh this false Soule of Egypt this graue Charme Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars cal'd them home Whose Bosome was my Crownet my chiefe end Like a right Gypsie hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of losse What Eros Eros Enter Cleopatra Ah thou Spell Auaunt Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue Ant. Vanish or I shall giue thee thy deseruing And blemish Caesars Triumph Let him take thee And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians Follow his Chariot like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues for Dolts and let Patient Octauia plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes exit Cleopatra 'T is well th' art gone If it be well to liue But better 't were Thou fell'st into my furie for one death Might haue preuented many Eros hoa The shirt of Nessus is vpon me teach me Alcides thou mine Ancestor thy rage Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o' th' Moone And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club Subdue my worthiest selfe The Witch shall die To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me and I fall Vnder this plot She dyes for 't Eros hoa exit Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Helpe me my women Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost Char. To ' th' Monument there locke your selfe And send him word you are dead The Soule and Body riue not more in parting Then greatnesse going off Cleo. To ' th' Monument Mardian go tell him I haue slaine my selfe Say that the last I spoke was Anthony And word it prythee pitteously Hence Mardian And bring me how he takes my deaâh to ' th' Monument Exeunt Enter Anthony and Eros Ant. Eros thou yet behold'st me Eros I Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that 's Dragonish A vapour sometime like a Beare or Lyon A toward Cittadell a pendant Rocke A forked Mountaine or blew Promontorie Wâh Trees vpon 't that nodde vnto the world And mocke our eyes with Ayre Thou hast seene these Signes They are blacke Vespers Pageants Eros I my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horse euen with a thoght the Racke dislimes and makes it indistinct As water is in water Eros It does my Lord. Ant. My good Knaue Eros now thy Captaine is Euen such a body Heere I am Anthony Yet cannot hold this visible shape my Knaue I made these warres for Egypt and the Queene Whose heart I thought I had for she had mine Which
whil'st it was mine had annext vntoo 't A Million moe now lost shee Eros has Packt Cards with Caesars and false plaid my Glory Vnto an Enemies triumph Nay weepe not gentle Eros there is left vs Our selues to end our selues Enter Mardian Oh thy vilde Lady she has rob'd me of my Sword Mar. No Anthony My Mistris lou'd thee and her Fortunes mingled With thine intirely Ant Hence sawcy Eunuch peace she hath betraid me And shall dye the death Mar. Death of one person can be paide but once And that she ha's discharg'd What thou would'st do Is done vnto thy hand the last she spake Was Anthony most Noble Anthony Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake The name of Anthony it was diuided Betweene her heart and lips she rendred life Thy name so buried in her Ant. Dead then Mar. Dead Ant. Vnarme Eros the long dayes taske is done And we must sleepe That thou depart'st hence safe Does pay thy labour richly Go. exit Mardian Off plucke off The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe The battery from my heart Oh cleaue my sides Heart once be stronger then thy Continent Cracke thy fraile Case Apace Eros apace No more a Soldier bruised peeces go You haue bin Nobly borne From me awhile exit Eros I will o're-take thee Cleopatra and Weepe for my pardon So it must be for now All length is Torture since the Torch is out Lye downe and stray no farther Now all labour Marres what it does yea very force entangles It selfe with strength Seale then and all is done Eros I come my Queene Eros Stay for me Where Soules do couch on Flowers wee 'l hand in hand And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze Dido and her Aeneas shall want Troopes And all the haunt be ours Come Eros Eros Enter Eros Eros What would my Lord Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed I haue liu'd in such dishonour that the Gods Detest my basenesse I that with my Sword Quarter'd the World and o're greene Neptunes backe With Ships made Cities condemne my selfe to lacke The Courage of a Woman lesse Noble minde Then she which by her death our Caesar telles I am Conqueror of my selfe Thou art sworne Eros That when the exigent should come which now Is come indeed When I should see behinde me Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror That on my command thou then would'st kill me Doo 't the time is come Thou strik'st not me 'T is Caesar thou defeat'st Put colour in thy Cheeke Eros The Gods with-hold me Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts Though Enemy lost ayme and could not Ant. Eros Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes bending downe His corrigible necke his face subdu'de To penetratiue shame whil'st the wheel'd seate Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him branded His Basenesse that ensued Eros I would not see 't Ant. Come then for with a wound I must be cur'd Draw that thy honest Sword which thou hast worne Most vsefull for thy Country Eros Oh sir pardon me Ant. When I did make thee free swor'st y u not then To do this when I bad thee Do it at once Or thy precedent Seruices are all But accidents vnpurpos'd Draw and come Eros Turne from me then that Noble countenance Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes Ant. Loe thee Eros My sword is drawne Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawne it Eros My deere Master My Captaine and my Emperor Let me say Before I strike this bloody stroke Farwell Ant. 'T is said man and farewell Eros Farewell great Chiefe Shall I strike now Ant. Now Eros Killes himselfe Eros Why there then Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe Thou teachest me Oh valiant Eros what I should and thou could'st not my Queene and Eros Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me A Noblenesse in Record But I will bee A Bride-groome in my death and run intoo 't As to a Louers bed Come then and Eros Thy Master dies thy Scholler to do thus I learnt of thee How not dead Not dead The Guard how Oh dispatch me Enter a Guard 1. Guard What 's the noise Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends Oh make an end of what I haue begun 2 The Starre is falne 1 And time is at his Period All. Alas and woe Ant. Let him that loues me strike me dead 1 Not I. 2 Nor I. 3 Nor any one exeunt Derceius Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers sly This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings Shall enter me with him Enter Diomedes Dio. Where 's Anthony Decre There Diomed there Diom. Liues he wilt thou not answer man Ant. Art thou there Diomed Draw thy sword and giue mee Suffising strokes for death Diom. Most absolute Lord My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee Ant. When did shee send thee Diom. Now my Lord. Anth. Where is she Diom. Lockt in her Monument she had a Prophesying feare Of what hath come to passe for when she saw Which neuer shall be found you did suspect She had dispos'd with Caesar and that your rage Would not be purg'd she sent you word she was dead But fearing since how it might worke hath sent Me to proclaime the truth and I am come I dread too late Ant. Too late good Diomed call my Guard I prythee Dio. What hoa the Emperors Guard The Guard what hoa Come your Lord calles Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides 'T is the last seruice that I shall command you 1 Woe woe are we sir you may not liue to weare All your true Followers out All. Most heauy day Ant. Nay good my Fellowes do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrowes Bid that welcome Which comes to punish vs and we punish it Seeming to beare it lightly Take me vp I haue led you oft carry me now good Friends And haue my thankes for all Exit bearing Anthony Enter Cleopatra and her Maides aloft with Charmian Iras. Cleo. Oh Charmian I will neuer go from hence Char. Be comforted deere Madam Cleo. No I will not All strange and terrible euents are welcome But comforts we dispise our size of sorrow Proportion'd to our cause must be as great As that which makes it Enter Diomed. How now is he dead Diom His death 's vpon him but not dead Looke out o' th other side your Monument His Guard haue brought him thither Enter Anthony and the Guard Cleo. Oh Sunne Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in darkling stand The varrying shore o' th' world O Antony Antony Antony Helpe Charmian helpe Iras helpe helpe Friends Below let 's draw him hither Ant. Peace Not Caesars Valour hath o're throwne Anthony But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe Cleo. So it should be That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony But woe 't is so Ant.
me to my Tent where you shall see How hardly I was drawne into this Warre How calme and gentle I proceeded still In all my Writings Go with me and see What I can shew in this Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras and Mardian Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life T is paltry to be Caesar Not being Fortune hee 's but Fortunes knaue A minister of her will and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds Which shackles accedents and bolts vp change Which sleepes and neuer pallates more the dung The beggers Nurse and Caesars Enter Proculeius Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt And bids thee study on what faire demands Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee Cleo. What 's thy name Pro. My name is Proculeius Cleo. Anthony Did âell me of you bad me trust you but I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd That haue no vse for trusting If your Master Would haue a Queece his begger you must tell him That Maiesty to keepe decorum must No lesse begge then a Kingdome If he please To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne He giues me so much of mine owne as I Will kneele to him with thankes Pro. Be of good cheere Y' are falne into a Princely hand feare nothing Make your full reference freely to my Lord Who is so full of Grace that it flowes ouer On all that neede Let me report to him Your sweet dependacie and you shall finde A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse Where he for grace is kneel'd too Cleo. Pray you tell him I am his Fortunes Vassall and I send him The Greatnesse he has got I hourely learne A Doctrine of Obedience and would gladly Looke him i' th' Face Pro. This I le report deere Lady Haue comfort for I know your plight is pittied Of him that caus'd it Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd Guard her till Caesar come Iras. Royall Queene Char. Oh Cleopatra thou art taken Queene Cleo. Quicke quicke good hands Pro. Hold worthy Lady hold Doe not your selfe such wrong who are in this Releeu'd but not betraid Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languish Pro. Cleopatra do not abuse my Masters bounty by Th' vndoing of your selfe Let the World see His Noblenesse well acted which your death Will neuer let come forth Cleo. Where art thou Death Come hither come Come come and take a Queene Worth many Babes and Beggers Pro. Oh temperance Lady Cleo. Sir I will eate no meate I le not drinke sir If idle talke will once be necessary I le not sleepe neither This mortall house I le ruine Do Caesar what he can Know sir that I Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye Of dull Octauia Shall they hoyst me vp And shew me to the showting Varlotarie Of censuring Rome Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle graue vnto me rather on Nylus mudde Lay me starke-nak'd and let the water-Flies Blow me into abhorting rather make My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet And hang me vp in Chaines Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further then you shall Finde cause in Caesar Enter Dolabella Dol. Proculeius What thou hast done thy Master Caesar knowes And he hath sent for thee for the Queene I le take her to my Guard Pro. So Dolabella It shall content me best Be gentle to her To Caesar I will speake what you shall please If you 'l imploy me to him Exit Proculeius Cleo. Say I would dye Dol. Most Noble Empresse you haue heard of me Cleo. I cannot tell Dol. Assuredly you know me Cleo. No matter sir what I haue heard or knowne You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames Is' t not your tricke Dol. I vnderstand not Madam Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony Oh such another sleepe that I might see But such another man Dol. If it might please ye Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns and therein stucke A Sunne and Moone which kept their course lighted The little o' th' earth Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean his rear'd arme Crested the world His voyce was propertied As all the tuned Spheres and that to Friends But when he meant to quaile and shake the Orbe He was as ratling Thunder For his Bounty There was no winter in 't An Anthony it was That grew the more by reaping His delights Were Dolphin-like they shew'd his backe aboue The Element they liu'd in In his Liuery Walk'd Crownes and Crownets Realms Islands were As plates dropt from his pocket Dol. Cleopatra Cleo. Thinke you there was or might be such a man As this I dreampt of Dol. Gentle Madam no. Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods But if there be nor euer were one such It 's past the size of dreaming Nature wants stuffe To vie strange formes with fancie yet t' imagine An Anthony were Natures peece ' gainst Fancie Condemning shadowes quite Dol. Heare me good Madam Your losse is as your selfe great and you beare it As answering to the waight would I might neuer Ore-take pursu'de successe But I do feele By the rebound of yours a greefe that suites My very heart at roote Cleo. I thanke you sir Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew Cleo. Nay pray you sir Dol. Though he be Honourable Cleo. Hee 'l leade me then in Triumph Dol. Madam he will I know 't Flourish Enter Proculeius Caesar Gallus Mecenas and others of his Traine All. Make way there Caesar Câes Which is the Queene of Egypt Dol. It is the Emperor Madam Cleo. kneeles Caesar Arise you shall not kneele I pray you rise rise Egypt Cleo. Sir the Gods will haue it thus My Master and my Lord I must obey Caesar Take to you no hard thoughts The Record of what iniuries you did vs Though written in our flesh we shall remember As things but done by chance Cleo. Sole Sir o' th' World I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well To make it cleare but do confesse I haue Bene laden with like frailties which before Haue often sham'd our Sex Caesar Cleopatra know We will extenuate rather then inforce If you apply your selfe to our intents Which towards you are most gentle you shall finde A benefit in this change but if you seeke To lay on me a Cruelty by taking Anthonies course you shall bereaue your selfe Of my good purposes and put your children To that destruction which I le guard them from If thereon you relye I le take my leaue Cleo. And may through all the world t is yours we your Scutcheons and your signes of Conquest shall Hang in what place you please Here my good Lord. Caesar You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra Cleo. This is the breefe of Money Plate Iewels I am possest of 't is
men To excuse their after wrath Husband I come Now to that name my Courage proue my Title I am Fire and Ayre my other Elements I giue to baser life So haue you done Come then and take the last warmth of my Lippes Farewell kinde Charmian Iras long farewell Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes Dost fall If thou and Nature can so gently part The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch Which hurts and is desir'd Dost thou lye still If thus thou vanishest thou tell'st the world It is not worth leaue-taking Char. Dissolue thicke clowd Raine that I may say The Gods themselues do weepe Cleo. This proues me base If she first meete the Curled Anthony Hee 'l make demand of her and spend that kisse Which is my heauen to haue Come thou mortal wretch With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once vntye Poore venomous Foole Be angry and dispatch Oh could'st thou speake That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse vnpolicied Char. Oh Easterne Starre Cleo. Peace peace Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast That suckes the Nurse asleepe Char. O breake O breake Cleo. As sweet as Balme as soft as Ayre as gentle O Anthony Nay I will take thee too What should I stay Dyes Char. In this wilde World So fare thee well Now boast thee Death in thy possession lyes A Lasse vnparalell'd Downie Windowes cloze And golden Phoebus neuer be beheld Of eyes againe so Royall your Crownes away I le mend it and then play Enter the Guard rustling in and Dolabella 1. Guard Where 's the Queene Char. Speake softly wake her not 1 Caesar hath sent Char. Too slow a Messenger Oh come apace dispatch I partly feele thee 1 Approach hoa All 's not well Caesar's beguild 2 There 's Dolabella sent from Caesar call him 1 What worke is heere Charmian Is this well done Char. It is well done and fitting for a Princesse Descended of so many Royall Kings Ah Souldier Charmian dyes Enter Dolabella Dol. How goes it heere 2 Guard All dead Dol. Caesar thy thoughts Touch their effects in this Thy selfe art comming To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou So sought'st to hinder Enter Caesar and all his Traine marching All. A way there a way for Caesar Dol. Oh sir you are too sure an Augurer That you did feâre is done Caesar Brauest at the last She leuell'd at our purposes and being Royall Tooke her owne way the manner of their deaths I do not see them bleede Dol. Who was last with them 1. Guard A simple Countryman that broght hir Figs This was his Basket Caesar Poyson'd then 1. Guard Oh Caesar This Charmian liu'd but now she stood and spake I found her trimming vp the Diadem On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood And on the sodaine dropt Caesar Oh Noble weakenesse If they had swallow'd poyson 't would appeare By externall swelling but she lookes like sleepe As she would catch another Anthony In her strong toyle of Grace Dol. Heere on her brest There is a vent of Bloud and something blowne The like is on her Arme. 1. Guard This is an Aspickes traile And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them such As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle Caesar Most probable That so she dyed for her Physitian tels mee She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite Of easie wayes to dye Take vp her bed And beare her Women from the Monument She shall be buried by her Anthony No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it A payre so famous high euents as these Strike those that make them and their Story is No lesse in pitty then his Glory which Brought them to be lamented Our Army shall In solemne shew attend this Funerall And then to Rome Come Dolabella see High Order in this great Solmemnity Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. YOu do not meet a man but Frownes Our bloods no more obey the Heauens Then our Courtiers Still seeme as do's the Kings 2 Gent. But what 's the matter 1. His daughter and the heire of 's kingdome whom He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne a Widdow That late be married hath referr'd her selfe Vnto a poore but worthy Gentleman She 's wedded Her Husband banish'd she imprison'd all Is outward sorrow though I thinke the King Be touch'd at very heart 2 None but the King 1 He that hath lost her too so is the Queene That most desir'd the Match But not a Courtier Although they weare their faces to the bent Of the Kings lookes hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowle at 2 And why so 1 He that hath miss'd the Princesse is a thing Too bad for bad report and he that hath her I meane that married her alacke good man And therefore banish'd is a Creature such As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth For one his like there would be something failing In him that should compare I do not thinke So faire an Outward and such stuffe Within Endowes a man but hee 2 You speake him farre 1 I do extend him Sir within himselfe Crush him together rather then vnfold His measure duly 2 What 's his name and Birth 1 I cannot delue him to the roote His Father Was call'd Sicillius who did ioyne his Honor Against the Romanes with Cassibulan But had his Titles by Tenantius whom He seru'd with Glory and admir'd Successe So gain'd the Sur-addition Leonatus And had besides this Gentleman in question Two other Sonnes who in the Warres o' th' time Dy'de with their Swords in hand For which their Father Then old and fond of yssue tooke such sorrow That he quit Being and his gentle Lady Bigge of this Gentleman our Theame deceast As he was borne The King he takes the Babe To his protection cals him Posthumus Leonatus Breedes him and makes him of his Bed-chamber Puts to him all the Learnings that his time Could make him the receiuer of which he tooke As we do ayre fast as 't was ministred And in 's Spring became a Haruest Liu'd in Court Which rare it is to do most prais'd most lou'd A sample to the yongest to th' more Mature A glasse that feated them and to the grauer A Childe that guided Dotards To his Mistris For whom he now is banish'd her owne price Proclaimes how she esteem'd him and his Vertue By her electioÌ may be truly read what kind of man he is 2 I honor him euen out of your report But pray you tell me is she sole childe to ' th' King 1 His onely childe He had two Sonnes if this be worth your hearing Marke it the eldest of them at three yeares old I' th' swathing cloathes the other from their Nursery Were stolne and to this houre no ghesse in knowledge Which way they went 2 How long is this ago 1 Some twenty yeares 2 That a Kings Children should be so conuey'd So
Sir I desire of you A Conduct ouer Land to Milford-Hauen Madam all ioy befall your Grace and you Cym. My Lords you are appointed for that Office The due of Honor in no point omit So farewell Noble Lucius Luc. Your hand my Lord. Clot. Receiue it friendly but from this time forth I weare it as your Enemy Luc. Sir the Euent Is yet to name the winner Fare you well Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucius good my Lords Till he haue crost the Seuern Happines Exit Lucius c Qu. He goes hence frowning but it honours vs That we haue giuen him cause Clot. 'T is all the better Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor How it goes heere It fits vs therefore ripely Our Chariots and our Horsemen be in readinesse The Powres that he already hath in Gallia Will soone be drawne to head from whence he moues His warre for Britaine Qu. 'T is not sleepy businesse But must be look'd too speedily and strongly Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made vs forward But my gentle Queene Where is our Daughter She hath not appear'd Before the Roman nor to vs hath tender'd The duty of the day She looke vs like A thing more made of malice then of duty We haue noted it Call her before vs for We haue beene too slight in sufferance Qu. Royall Sir Since the exile of Posthumus most retyr'd Hath her life bin the Cure whereof my Lord. 'T is time must do Beseech your Maiesty Forbeare sharpe speeches to her Shee 's a Lady So tender of rebukes that words are stroke And strokes death to her Enter a Messenger Cym. Where is she Sir How Can her contempt be answer'd Mes Please you Sir Her Chambers are all lock'd and there 's no answer That will be giuen to ' th' lowd of noise we make Qu. My Lord when last I went to visit her She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you Which dayly she was bound to proffer this She wish'd me to make knowne but our great Court Made me too blame in memory Cym. Her doores lock'd Not seene of late Grant Heauens that which I Feare proue false Exit Qu. Sonne I say follow the King Clot. That man of hers Pisanio her old Seruant I haue not seene these two dayes Exit Qu. Go looke after Pisanio thou that stand'st so for Posthumus He hath a Drugge of mine I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that For he beleeues It is a thing most precious But for her Where is she gone Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her Or wing'd with feruour of her loue she 's flowne To her desir'd Posthumus gone she is To death or to dishonor and my end Can make good vse of either Shee being downe I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne Enter Cloten How now my Sonne Clot. 'T is certaine she is fled Go in and cheere the King he rages none Dare come about him Qu. All the better may This night fore-stall him of the comming day Exit Qu. Clo. I loue and hate her for she 's Faire and Royall And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Then Lady Ladies Woman from euery one The best she hath and she of all compounded Out-selles them all I loue her therefore but Disdaining me and throwing Fauours on The low Posthumus slanders so her iudgement That what 's else rare is choak'd and in that point I will conclude to hate her nay indeede To be reueng'd vpon her For when Fooles shall Enter Pisanio Who is heere What are you packing sirrah Come hither Ah you precious Pandar Villaine Where is thy Lady In a word or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends Pis Oh good my Lord. Clo. Where is thy Lady Or by Iupiter I will not aske againe Close Villaine I le haue this Secret from thy heart or rip Thy heart to finde it Is she with Posthumus From whose so many waights of basenesse cannot A dram of worth be drawne Pis Alas my Lord How can she be with him When was she miss'd He is in Rome Clot. Where is she Sir Come neerer No farther halting satisfie me home What is become of her Pis Oh my all-worthy Lord. Clo. All-worthy Villaine Discouer where thy Mistris is at once At the next word no more of worthy Lord Speake or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death Pis Then Sir This Paper is the historie of my knowledge Touching her flight Clo. Let 's see 't I will pursue her Euen to Augustus Throne Pis Or this or perish She 's farre enough and what he learnes by this May proue his trauell not her danger Clo. Humh Pis I le write to my Lord she 's dead Oh Imogen Safe mayst thou wander safe returne agen Clot. Sirra is this Letter true Pis Sir as I thinke Clot. It is Posthumus hand I know 't Sirrah if thou would'st not be a Villain but do me true seruice vndergo those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry that is what villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it directly and truely I would thinke thee an honest man thou should'st neither want my meanes for thy releefe nor my voyce for thy preferment Pis Well my good Lord. Clot. Wilt thou serue mee For since patiently and constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine Wilt thou serue mee Pis Sir I will Clo. Giue mee thy hand heere 's my purse Hast any of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession Pisan I haue my Lord at my Lodging the same Suite he wore when he tooke leaue of my Ladie Mistresse Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee fetch that Suite hither let it be thy first seruice go Pis I shall my Lord. Exit Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen I forgot to aske him one thing I le remember 't anon euen there thou villaine Posthumus will I kill thee I would these Garments were come She saide vpon a time the bitternesse of it I now belch from my heart that shee held the very Garment of Posthumus in more respect then my Noble and naturall person together with the adornement of my Qualities With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauish her first kill him and in her eyes there shall she see my valour which wil then be a torment to hir contempt He on the ground my speech of insulment ended on his dead bodie and when my Lust hath dined which as I say to vex her I will execute in the Cloathes that she so prais'd to the Court I le knock her backe foot her home againe She hath despis'd mee reioycingly and I le bee merry in my Reuenge Enter Pisanio Be those the Garments Pis I my Noble Lord. Clo. How long is' t since
being yours and so great Powres If you will take this Audit take this life And cancell these cold Bonds Oh Imogen I le speake to thee in silence Solemne Musicke Enter as in an Apparation Sicillius Leonatus Father to Posthumus an old man attyred like a warriour leading in his hand an ancient Matron his wife Mother to Posthumus with Musicke before them Then after other Musicke followes the two young Leonati Brothers to Posthumus with wounds as they died in the warrs They circle Posthumus round as he lies sleeping Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Master shew thy spight on Mortall Flies With Mars fall out with Iuno chide that thy Adulteries Rates and Reuenges Hath my poore Boy done ought but well whose face I neuer saw I dy'de whil'st in the Wombe he staide attending Natures Law Whos 's Father then as men report thou Orphanes Father art Thou should'st haue bin and sheelded him from this earth-vexing smart Moth. Lucina lent not me her ayde but tooke me in my Throwes That from me was Posthumus ript came crying ' mong'st his Foes A thing of pitty Sicil. Great Nature like his Ancestrie moulded the stuffe so faire That hed seru'd the praise o' th' World as great Sicilius heyre 1. Bro. When once he was mature for man in Britaine where was hee That could stand vp his paralell Or fruitfull obiect bee In eye of Imogen that bâst could deeme his dignitie Mo. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt to be exil'd and throwne From Leonati Seate and cast from her his deerest one Sweete Imogen Sic. Why did you suffer Iachimo slight thing of Italy To taint his Nobler hart braine with needlesse ielousy And to become the geeke and scorne o' th' others vilany 2 Bro. For this from stiller Seats we came our Parents and vs twaine That striking in our Countries cause fell brauely and were slaine Our Fealty Tenantius right with Honor to maintaine 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath to Cymbeline perform'd Then Iupiter y u King of Gods why hast y u thus adiourn'd The Graces for his Merits due being all to dolors turn'd Sicil. Thy Christall window ope looke looke out no longer exercise Vpon a valiant Race thy harsh and potent iniuries Moth. Since Iupiter our Son is good take off his miseries Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion helpe or we poore Ghosts will cry To ' th' shining Synod of the rest against thy Deity Brothers Helpe Iupiter or we appeale and from thy iustice flye Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning sitting vppon an Eagle hee throwes a Thunder-bolt The Ghostes fall on their knees Iupiter No more you petty Spirits of Region low Offend our hearing hush How dare you Ghostes Accuse the Thunderer whose Bolt you know Sky-planted batters all rebelling Coasts Poore shadowes of Elizium hence and rest Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres Be not with mortall accidents opprest No care of yours it is you know 't is ours Whom best I loue I crosse to make my guift The more delay'd delighted Be content Your low-laide Sonne our Godhead will vplift His Comforts thriue his Trials well are spent Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth and in Our Temple was he married Rise and fade He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen And happier much by his Affliction made This Tablet lay vpon his Brest wherein Our pleasure his full Fortune doth confine And so away no farther with your dinne Expresse Impatience least you stirre vp mine Mount Eagle to my Palace Christalline Ascends Sicil. He came in Thunder his Celestiall breath Was sulphurous to smell the holy Eagle Stoop'd as to foote vs his Ascension is More sweet then our blest Fields his Royall Bird Prunes the immortall wing and cloyes his Beake As when his God is pleas'd All. Thankes Iupiter Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes he is enter'd His radiant Roofe Away and to be blest Let vs with care performe his great behest Vanish Post Sleepe thou hast bin a Grandsire and begot A Father to me and thou hâst created A Mother and two Brothers But oh scorne Gone they went hence so soone as they were borne And so I am awake Poore Wretches that depend On Greatnesse Fauour Dreame as I haue done Wake and finde nothing But alas I swerue Many Dreame not to finde neither deserue And yet are steep'd in Fauours so am I That haue this Golden chance and know not why What Fayeries haunt this ground A Book Oh rare one Be not as is our fangled world a Garment Nobler then that it couers Let thy effects So follow to be most vnlike our Courtiers As good as promise Reades WHen as a Lyons whelpe shall to himselfe vnknown without seeking finde and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender Ayre And when from a stately Cedar shall be lopt branches which being dead many yeares shall after reuiue bee ioynted to the old Stocke and freshly grow then shall Posthumus end his miseries Britaine be fortunate and flourish in Peace and Plentie 'T is still a Dreame or else such stuffe as Madmen Tongue and braine not either both or nothing Or senselesse speaking or a speaking such As sense cannot vntye Be what it is The Action of my life is like it which I le keepe If but for simpathy Enter Gaoler Gao Come Sir are you ready for death Post Ouer-roasted rather ready long ago Gao Hanging is the word Sir if you bee readie for that you are well Cook'd Post So if I proue a good repast to the Spectators the dish payes the shot Gao A heauy reckoning for you Sir But the comfort is you shall be called to no more payments fear no more Tauerne Bils which are often the sadnesse of parting as the procuring of mirth you come in faint for want of meate depart reeling with too much drinke sorrie that you haue payed too much and sorry that you are payed too much Purse and Braine both empty the Brain the heauier for being too light the Purse too light being drawne of heauinesse Oh of this contradiction you shall now be quit Oh the charity of a penny Cord it summes vp thousands in a trice you haue no true Debitor and Creditor but it of what 's past is and to come the discharge your necke Sis is Pen Booke and Counters so the Acquittance followes Post I am merrier to dye then thou art to liue Gao Indeed Sir he that sleepes feeles not the Tooth-Ache but a man that were to sleepe your sleepe and a Hangman to helpe him to bed I think he would change places with his Officer for look you Sir you know not which way you shall go Post Yes indeed do I fellow Gao Your death has eyes in 's head then I haue not seene him so pictur'd you must either bee directed by some that take vpon them to know or to take vpon your selfe that which I am sure you do not know âor iump the after-enquiry on your owne perill and how you shall speed in your iournies end
thy Master walke with me speake freely Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death Arui One Sand another Not more resembles that sweet Rosie Lad Who dyed and was Fidele what thinke you Gui. The same dead thing aliue Bel. Peace peace see further he eyes vs not forbeare Creatures may be alike were 't he I am sure He would haue spoke to vs. Gui. But we see him dead Bel. Be silent let 's see further Pisa It is my Mistris Since she is liuing let the time run on To good or bad Cym. Come stand thou by our side Make thy demand alowd Sir step you forth Giue answer to this Boy and do it freely Or by our Greatnesse and the grace of it Which is our Honor bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falshood One speake to him Imo. My boone is that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this Ring Post What 's that to him Cym. That Diamond vpon your Finger say How came it yours Iach. Thou 'lt torture me to leaue vnspoken that Which to be spoke wou'd torture thee Cym. How me Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to vtter that Which torments me to conceale By Villany I got this Ring 't was Leonatus Iewell Whom thou did'st banish and which more may greeue thee As it doth me a Nobler Sir ne're liu'd 'Twixt sky and ground Wilt thou heare more my Lord Cym. All that belongs to this Iach. That Paragon thy daughter For whom my heart drops blood and my false spirits Quaile to remember Giue me leaue I faint Cym. My Daughter what of hir Renew thy strength I had rather thou should'st liue while Nature will Then dye ere I heare more striue man and speake Iach. Vpon a time vnhappy was the clocke That strooke the houre it was in Rome accurst The Mansion where 't was at a Feast oh would Our Viands had bin poyson'd or at least Those which I heau'd to head the good Posthumus What should I say he was too good to be Where ill men were and was the best of all Among'st the rar'st of good ones sitting sadly Hearing vs praise our Loues of Italy For Beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speake for Feature laming The Shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerua Postures beyond breefe Nature For Condition A shop of all the qualities that man Loues woman for besides that hooke of Wiuing Fairenesse which strikes the eye Cym. I stand on fire Come to the matter Iach. All too soone I shall Vnlesse thou would'st greeue quickly This Posthumus Most like a Noble Lord in loue and one That had a Royall Louer tooke his hint And not dispraising whom we prais'd therein He was as calme as vertue he began His Mistris picture which by his tongue being made And then a minde put in 't either our bragges Were crak'd of Kitchin-Trulles or his description Prou'd vs vnspeaking sottes Cym. Nay nay to ' th' purpose Iach. Your daughters Chastity there it beginnes He spake of her as Dian had hot dreames And she alone were cold Whereat I wretch Made scruple of his praise and wager'd with him Peeces of Gold ' gainst this which then he wore Vpon his honour'd finger to attaine In suite the place of 's bed and winne this Ring By hers and mine Adultery he true Knight No lesser of her Honour confident Then I did truly finde her stakes this Ring And would so had it beene a Carbuncle Of Phoebus Wheele and might so safely had it Bin all the worth of 's Carre Away to Britaine Poste I in this designe Well may you Sir Remember me at Court where I was taught Of your chaste Daughter the wide difference 'Twixt Amorous and Villanous Being thus quench'd Of hope not longing mine Italian braine Gan in your duller Britaine operare Most vildely for my vantage excellent And to be breefe my practise so preuayl'd That I return'd with simular proofe enough To make the Noble Leonatus mad By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne With Tokens thus and thus auerring notes Of Chamber-hanging Pictures this her Bracelet Oh cunning how I got nay some markes Of secret on her person that he could not But thinke her bond of Chastity quite crack'd I hauing ' tane the forfeyt Whereupon Me thinkes I see him now Post I so thou do'st Italian Fiend Aye me most credulous Foole Egregious murtherer Theefe any thing That 's due to all the Villaines past in being To come Oh giue me Cord or knife or poyson Some vpright Iusticer Thou King send out For Torturors ingenious it is I That all th' abhorred things o' th' earth amend By being worse then they I am Posthumus That kill'd thy Daughter Villain-like I lye That caus'd a lesser villaine then my selfe A sacrilegious Theefe to doo 't The Temple Of Vertue was she yea and she her selfe Spit and throw stones cast myre vpon me set The dogges o' th' street to bay me euery villaine Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus and Be villany lesse then ' t was Oh Imogen My Queene my life my wife oh Imogen Imogen Imogen Imo. Peace my Lord heare heare Post Shall 's haue a play of this Thou scornfull Page there lye thy part Pis Oh Gentlemen helpe Mine ' and your Mistris Oh my Lord Posthumus You ne're kill'd Imogen till now helpe helpe Mine honour'd Lady Cym. Does the world go round Posth How comes these staggers on mee Pisa Wake my Mistris Cym. If this be so the Gods do meane to strike me To death with mortall ioy Pisa How fares my Mistris Imo. Oh get thee from my sight Thou gau'st me poyson dangerous Fellow hence Breath not where Princes are Cym. The tune of Imogen Pisae Lady the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me if That box I gaue you was not thought by mee A precious thing I had it from the Queene Cym. New matter still Imo. It poyson'd me Corn. Oh Gods I left out one thing which the Queene confest Which must approue thee honest If Pasanio Haue said she giuen his Mistris that Confection Which I gaue him for Cordiall she is seru'd As I would serue a Rat. Cym. What 's this Cornelius Corn. The Queene Sir very oft importun'd me To temper poysons for her still pretending The satisfaction of her knowledge onely In killing Creatures vilde as Cats and Dogges Of no esteeme I dreading that her purpose Was of more danger did compound for her A certaine stuffe which being tane would cease The present powre of life but in short time All Offices of Nature should againe Do their due Functions Haue you tane of it Imo. Most like I did for I was dead Bel. My Boyes there was our error Gui. This is sure Fidele Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke and now Throw me againe Post Hang there like fruite my soule Till the Tree dye Cym. How now my Flesh my Childe What mak'st thou me a dullard in this Act Wilt thou
in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâd Willoughby North. Here con nâ the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Prayâ ãâã my Treasurie ãâã that vasel ãâ¦ã which more enrichâd Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. ãâã And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it ãâã Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâs against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes âerforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâsh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen