quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
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
Fortinbras who by a Seal'd Compact Well ratified by Law and Heraldrie Did forfeite with his life all those his Lands Which he stood seiz'd on to the Conqueror Against the which a Moity competent Was gaged by our King which had return'd To the Inheritance of Fortinbras Had he bin Vanquisher as by the same Cou'nant And carriage of the Article designe His fell to Hamlet Now sir young Fortinbras Of vnimproued Mettle hot and full Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes For Foode and Diet to some Enterprize That hath a stomacke in 't which is no other And it doth well appeare vnto our State But to recouer of vs by strong hand And termes Compulsatiue those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost and this I take it Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations The Sourse of this our Watch and the cheefe head Of this post-hast and Romage in the Land Enter Ghost againe But soft behold Loe where it comes againe I le crosse it though it blast me Stay Illusion If thou hast any sound or vse of Voyce Speake to me If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me speak to me If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate Which happily foreknowing may auoyd Oh speake Or if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth For which they say you Spirits oft walke in death Speake of it Stay and speake Stop it Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike at ir with my Partizan Hor. Do if it will not stand Barn 'T is heere Hor. 'T is heere Mar. 'T is gone Exit Ghost We do it wrong being so Maiesticall To offer it the shew of Violence For it is as the Ayre invulnerable And our vaine blowes malicious Mockery Barn It was about to speake when the Cocke crew Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons I haue heard The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate Awake the God of Day and at his warning Whether in Sea or Fire in Earth or Ayre Th' extrauagant and erring Spirit hyes To his Confine And of the truth heerein This present Obiect made probation Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke Some sayes that euer ' gainst that Season comes Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long And then they say no Spirit can walke abroad The nights are wholsome then no Planets strike No Faiery talkes nor Witch hath power to Charme So hallow'd and so gracious is the time Hor. So haue I heard and do in part beleeue it But looke the Morne in Russet mantle clad Walkes o're the dew of you high Easterne Hill Breake we our Watch vp and by my aduice Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet For vpon my life This Spirit dumbe to vs will speake to him Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it As needfull in our Loues fitting our Duty Mar. Let do 't I pray and I this morning know Where we shall finde him most conueniently Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Claudius King of Denmarke Gertrude the Queene Hamlet Polonius Laertes and his Sister Ophelia Lords Attendant King Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death The memory be greene and that it vs befitted To beare our hearts in greefe and our whole Kingdome To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him Together with remembrance of our selues Therefore our sometimes Sister now our Queen Th' Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State Haue we as 't were with a defeated ioy With one Auspicious and one Dropping eye With mirth in Funerall and with Dirge in Marriage In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife nor haue we heerein barr'd Your better Wisedomes which haue freely gone With this affaire along for all our Thankes Now followes that you know young Fortinbras Holding a weake supposall of our worth Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death Our State to be disioynt and out of Frame Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother So much for him Enter Voltemand and Cornelius Now for our selfe and for this time of meeting Thus much the businesse is We haue heere writ To Norway Vncle of young Fortinbras Who Impotent and Bedrid scarsely heares Of this his Nephewes purpose to suppresse His further gate heerein In that the Leuies The Lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect and we heere dispatch You good Cornelius and you Voltemand For bearing of this greeting to old Norway Giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow Farewell and let your hast commend your duty Volt. In that and all things will we shew our duty King We doubt it nothing heartily farewell Exit Voltemand and Cornelius And now Laertes what 's the newes with you You told vs of some suite What is' t Laertes You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane And loose your voyce What would'st thou beg Laertes That shall not be my Offer not thy Asking The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father What would'st thou haue Laertes Laer. Dread my Lord Your leaue and fauour to returne to France From whence though willingly I came to Denmarke To shew my duty in your Coronation Yet now I must confesse that duty done My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon King Haue you your Fathers leaue What sayes Pollonius Pol. He hath my Lord I do beseech you giue him leaue to go King Take thy faire houre Laertes time be thine And thy best graces spend it at thy will But now my Cosin Hamlet and my Sonne Ham. A little more then kin and lesse then kinde King How is it that the Clouds still hang on you Ham. Not so my Lord I am too much i' th' Sun Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke Do not for euer with thy veyled lids Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust Thou know'st 't is common all that liues must dye Passing through Nature to Eternity Ham. I Madam it is common Queen If it be Why seemes it so particular with thee Ham. Seemes Madam Nay it is I know not Seemes 'T is not alone my Inky Cloake good Mother Nor Custōmary suites of solemne Blacke Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath No nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage Together
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
with a thought that more depends on it then we must yet deliuer Thus faile not to doe your Office as you will answere it at your perill What say you to this Sir Duke What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in th' afternoone Pro. A Bohemian borne But here nurst vp bred One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old Duke How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliuer'd him to his libertie or executed him I haue heard it was euer his manner to do so Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord Angelo came not to an vndoubtfull proofe Duke It is now apparant Pro. Most manifest and not denied by himselfe Duke Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison How seemes he to be touch'd Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleepe carelesse wreaklesse and fearelesse of what 's past present or to come insensible of mortality and desperately mortall Duke He wants aduice Pro. He wil heare none he hath euermore had the liberty of the prison giue him leaue to escape hence hee would not Drunke many times a day if not many daies entirely drunke We haue verie oft awak'd him as if to carrie him to execution and shew'd him a seeming warrant for it it hath not moued him at all Duke More of him anon There is written in your brow Prouost honesty and constancie if I reade it not truly my ancient skill beguiles me but in the boldnes of my cunning I will lay my selfe in hazard Claudio whom heere you haue warrant to execute is no greater forfeit to the Law then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect I craue but foure daies respit for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesie Pro. Pray Sir in what Duke In the delaying death Pro. Alacke how may I do it Hauing the houre limited and an expresse command vnder penaltie to deliuer his head in the view of Angelo I may make my case as Claudio's to crosse this in the smallest Duke By the vow of mine Order I warrant you If my instructions may be your guide Let this Barnardine be this morning executed And his head borne to Angelo Pro. Angelo hath seene them both And will discouer the fauour Duke Oh death 's a great disguiser and you may adde to it Shaue the head and tie the beard and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his death you know the course is common If any thing fall to you vpon this more then thankes and good fortune by the Saint whom I professe I will plead against it with my life Pro. Pardon me good Father it is against my oath Duke Were you sworne to the Duke or to the Deputie Pro. To him and to his Substitutes Duke You will thinke you haue made no offence if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing Pro. But what likelihood is in that Duke Not a resemblance but a certainty yet since I see you fearfull that neither my coate integrity nor perswasion can with ease attempt you I wil go further then I meant to plucke all feares out of you Looke you Sir heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke you know the Charracter I doubt not and the Signet is not strange to you Pro. I know them both Duke The Contents of this is the returne of the Duke you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure where you shall finde within these two daies he wil be heere This is a thing that Angelo knowes not for hee this very day receiues letters of strange tenor perchance of the Dukes death perchance entering into some Monasterie but by chance nothing of what is writ Looke th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard put not your selfe into amazement how these things should be all difficulties are but easie vvhen they are knowne Call your executioner and off with Barnardines head I will giue him a present shrift and aduise him for a better place Yet you are amaz'd but this shall absolutely resolue you Come away it is almost cleere dawne Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clowne Clo. I am as well acquainted heere as I was in our house of profession one would thinke it vvere Mistris Ouer-dons owne house for heere be manie of her olde Customers First here 's yong M r Rash hee 's in for a commoditie of browne paper and olde Ginger nine score and seuenteene pounds of which hee made fiue Markes readie money marrie then Ginger was not much in request for the olde Women vvere all dead Then is there heere one M r Caper at the suite of Master Three-Pile the Mercer for some foure suites of Peach-colour'd Satten which now peaches him a beggar Then haue vve heere yong Dizie and yong M r Deepe-vow and M r Copperspurre and M r Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie Pudding and M r Forthlight the Tilter and braue M r Shootie the great Traueller and wilde Halfe-Canne that stabb'd Pots and I thinke fortie more all great doers in our Trade and are now for the Lords sake Enter Abhorson Abh. Sirrah bring Barnardine hether Clo. M r Barnardine you must rise and be hang'd M r Barnardine Abh. What hoa Barnardine Barnardine within Bar. A pox o' your throats who makes that noyse there What are you Clo. Your friends Sir the Hangman You must be so good Sir to rise and be put to death Bar. Away you Rogue away I am sleepie Abh. Tell him he must awake And that quickly too Clo Pray Master Barnardine awake till you are executed and sleepe afterwards Ab. Go in to him and fetch him out Clo. He is comming Sir he is comming I heare his Straw russle Enter Barnardine Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke sirrah Clo. Verie readie Sir Bar. How now Abhorson What 's the newes vvith you Abh. Truly Sir I would desire you to clap into your prayers for looke you the Warrants come Bar. You Rogue I haue bin drinking all night I am not fitted for 't Clo. Oh the better Sir for he that drinkes all night and is hanged betimes in the morning may sleepe the sounder all the next day Enter Duke Abh. Looke you Sir heere comes your ghostly Father do we iest now thinke you Duke Sir induced by my charitie and hearing how hastily you are to depart I am come to aduise you Comfort you and pray with you Bar. Friar not I I haue bin drinking hard all night and I will haue more time to prepare mee or they shall beat out my braines with billets I will not consent to die this day that 's certaine Duke Oh sir you must and therefore I beseech you Looke forward on the iournie you shall go Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion Duke But heare you Bar. Not a word
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
Bene. I haue almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage and so I commit you Clau. To the tuition of God From my house if I had it Pedro. The sixt of Iuly Your louing friend Benedick Bene. Nay mocke not mocke not the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments and the guardes are but slightly basted on neither ere you flout old ends any further examine your conscience and so I leaue you Exit Clau. My Liege your Highnesse now may doe mee good Pedro. My loue is thine to teach teach it but how And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne Any hard Lesson that may do thee good Clau. Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord Pedro. No childe but Hero she 's his onely heire Dost thou affect her Claudio Clau. O my Lord When you went onward on this ended action I look'd vpon her with a souldiers eie That lik'd but had a rougher taske in hand Than to driue liking to the name of loue But now I am return'd and that warre-thoughts Haue left their places vacant in their roomes Come thronging soft and delicate desires All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres Pedro. Thou wilt be like a louer presently And tire the hearer with a booke of words If thou dost loue faire Hero cherish it And I will breake with her wast not to this end That thou beganst to twist so fine a story Clau. How sweetly doe you minister to loue That know loues griefe by his complexion But lest my liking might too sodaine seeme I would haue salu'd it with a longer treatise Ped. What need y e bridge much broder then the flood The fairest graunt is the necessitie Looke what will serue is fit 't is once thou louest And I will fit thee with the remedie I know we shall haue reuelling to night I will assume thy part in some disguise And tell faire Hero I am Claudio And in her bosome I le vnclaspe my heart And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong incounter of my amorous tale Then after to her father will I breake And the conclusion is shee shall be thine In practise let vs put it presently Exeunt Enter Leonato and an old man brother to Leonato Leo. How now brother where is my cosen your son hath he prouided this musicke Old He is very busie about it but brother I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of Lo. Are they good Old As the euents stamps them but they haue â— good couer they shew well outward the Prince and Count Claudio walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard were thus ouer-heard by a man of mine the Prince discouered to Claudio that hee loued my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance and if hee found her accordant hee meant to take the present time by the top and instantly breake with you of it Leo. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this Old A good sharpe fellow I will send for him and question him your selfe Leo. No no wee will hold it as a dreame till it appeare it selfe but I will acquaint my daughter withall that she may be the better prepared for an answer if peraduenture this bee true goe you and tell her of it coosins you know what you haue to doe O I crie you mercie friend goe you with mee and I will vse your skill good cosin haue a care this busie time Exeunt Enter Sir Iohn the Bastard and Conrade his companion Con. What the good yeere my Lord why are you thus out of measure sad Ioh. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds therefore the sadnesse is without limit Con. You should heare reason Iohn And when I haue heard it what blessing bringeth it Con. If not a present remedy yet a patient sufferance Ioh. I wonder that thou being as thou saist thou art borne vnder Saturne goest about to apply a morall medicine to a mortifying mischiefe I cannot hide what I am I must bee sad when I haue cause and smile at no mans iests eat when I haue stomacke and wait for no mans leisure sleepe when I am drowsie and tend on no mans businesse laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor Con. Yea but you must not make the ful show of this till you may doe it without controllment you haue of late stood out against your brother and hee hath tane you newly into his grace where it is impossible you should take root but by the faire weather that you make your selfe it is needful that you frame the season for your owne haruest Iohn I had rather be a canker in a hedge then a rose in his grace and it better fits my bloud to be disdain'd of all then to fashion a carriage to rob loue from any in this though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man it must not be denied but I am a plaine dealing villaine I am trusted with a mussell and enfranchisde with a clog therefore I haue decreed not to sing in my cage if I had my mouth I would bite if I had my liberty I would do my liking in the meane time let me be that I am and seeke not to alter me Con. Can you make no vse of your discontent Iohn I will make all vse of it for I vse it onely Who comes here what newes Borachio Enter Borachio Bor. I came yonder from a great supper the Prince your brother is royally entertained by Leonato and I can giue you intelligence of an intended marriage Iohn Will it serue for any Modell to build mischiefe on What is hee for a foole that betrothes himselfe to vnquietnesse Bor. Mary it is your brothers right hand Iohn Who the most exquisite Claudio Bor. Euen he Iohn A proper squier and who and who which way lookes he Bor. Mary on Hero the daughter and Heire of Leonato Iohn A very forward March-chicke how came you to this Bor. Being entertain'd for a perfumer as I was smoaking a musty roome comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in sad conference I whipt behind the Arras and there heard it agreed vpon that the Prince should wooe Hero for himselfe and hauing obtain'd her giue her to Count Claudio Iohn Come come let vs thither this may proue food to my displeasure that young start-vp hath all the glorie of my ouerthrow if I can crosse him any way I blesse my selfe euery way you are both sure and will assist mee Conr. To the death my Lord. Iohn Let vs to the great supper their cheere is the greater that I am subdued would the Cooke were of my minde shall we goe proue what 's to be done Bor. Wee 'll wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Leonato his brother his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his neece and a kinsman Leonato Was not Count Iohn here at supper Brother I saw him
haue some goodly Iest in hand She will not come she bids you come to her Petr. Worse and worse she will not come Oh vilde intollerable not to be indur'd Sirra Grumio goe to your Mistris Say I command her come to me Exit Hor. I know her answere Pet. What Hor. She will not Petr. The fouler fortune mine and there an end Enter Katerina Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina Kat. What is your will sir that you send for me Petr. Where is your sister and Hortensios wife Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire Petr. Goe fetch them hither if they denie to come Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands Away I say and bring them hither straight Luc. Here is a wonder if you talke of a wonder Hor. And so it is I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads and loue and quiet life An awfull rule and right supremicie And to be short what not that 's sweete and happie Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio The wager thou hast won and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes Another dowrie to another daughter For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin Petr. Nay I will win my wager better yet And show more signe of her obedience Her new built vertue and obedience Enter Kate Bianca and Widdow See where she comes and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion Katerine that Cap of yours becomes you not Off with that bable throw it vnderfoote Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a sillie passe Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands Wid. Come come your mocking we will haue no telling Pet. Come on I say and first begin with her Wid. She shall not Pet. I say she shall and first begin with her Kate. Fie fie vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow And dart not scornefull glances from those eies To wound thy Lord thy King thy Gouernour It blots thy beautie as frosts doe bite the Meads Confounds thy fame as whirlewinds shake faire budds And in no sence is meete or amiable A woman mou'd is like a fountaine troubled Muddie ill seeming thicke hereft of beautie And while it is so none so dry or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy Lord thy life thy keeper Thy head thy soueraigne One that cares for thee And for thy maintenance Commits his body To painfull labour both by sea and land To watch the night in stormes the day in cold Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home secure and safe And craues no other tribute at thy hands But loue faire lookes and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince Euen such a woman oweth to her husband And when she is froward peeuish sullen sowre And not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foule contending Rebell And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer warre where they should kneele for peace Or seeke for rule supremacie and sway When they are bound to serue loue and obay Why are our bodies soft and weake and smooth Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our harts Should well agree with our externall parts Come come you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours My heart as great my reason haplie more To bandie word for word and frowne for frowne But now I see our Launces are but strawes Our strength as weake our weakenesse past compare That seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then vale your stomackes for it is no boote And place your hands below your husbands foote In token of which dutie if he please My hand is readie may it do him ease Pet. Why there 's a wench Come on and kisse mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha 't Vin. T is a good hearing when children are toward Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward Pet. Come Kate weee'le to bed We three are married but you two are sped 'T was I wonne the wager though you hit the white And being a winner God giue you good night Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow Luc. T is a wonder by your leaue she wil be tam'd so FINIS ALL' 's Well that Ends Well Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion his Mother and Helena Lord Lafew all in blacke Mother IN deliuering my sonne from me I burie a second husband Ros And I in going Madam weep ore my fathers death anew but I must attend his maiesties command to whom I am now in Ward euermore in subiection Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame you sir a father He that so generally is at all times good must of necessitie hold his vertue to you whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance Mo. What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope and finds no other aduantage in the processe but onely the loosing of hope by time Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father O that had how sad a passage t is whose skill was almost as great as his honestie had it stretch'd so far would haue made nature immortall and death should haue play for lacke of worke Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam Mo. He was famous sir in his profession and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie Ros What is it my good Lord the King languishes of Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros I heard not of it before Laf. I would it were not notorious Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon Mo. His sole childe my Lord and bequeathed to my ouer looking I haue those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits which makes faire gifts fairer for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities there commendations go with pitty they are vertues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simplenesse she deriues her honestie and atcheeues her goodnesse Lafew Your
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
honest ayde Thou keptst a wife her selfe thy selfe a Maide Of that and all the progresse more and lesse Resolduedly more leasure shall expresse All yet seemes well and if it end so meete The bitter past more welcome is the sweet Flourish THe Kings a Begger now the Play is done All is well ended if this suite be wonne That you expresse Content which we will pay With strift to please you day exceeding day Ours be your patience then and yours our parts Your gentle hands lends vs and take our hearts Exeunt omn. FINIS Twelfe Night Or what you will Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria Curio and other Lords Duke IF Musicke be the food of Loue play on Giue me excesse of it that surfetting The appetite may sicken and so dye That straine agen it had a dying fall O it came ore my eare like the sweet sound That breathes vpon a banke of Violets Stealing and giuing Odour Enough no more 'T is not so sweet now as it was before O spirit of Loue how quicke and fresh art thou That notwithstanding thy capacitie Receiueth as the Sea Nought enters there Of what validity and pitch so ere But falles into abatement and low price Euen in a minute so full of shapes is fancie That it alone is high fantasticall Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord Du. What Curio Cu. The Hart. Du. Why so I do the Noblest that I haue O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence That instant was I turn'd into a Hart And my desires like fell and cruell hounds Ere since pursue me How now what newes from her Enter Valentine Val. So please my Lord I might not be admitted But from her handmaid do returne this answer The Element it selfe till seuen yeares heate Shall not behold her face at ample view But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke And water once a day her Chamber round With eye-offending brine all this to season A brothers dead loue which she would keepe fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance Du. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of loue but to a brother How will she loue when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections else That liue in her When Liuer Braine and Heart These soueraigne thrones are all supply'd and fill'd Her sweete perfections with one selfe king Away before me to sweet beds of Flowres Loue-thoughts lye rich when canopy'd with bowres Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Viola a Captaine and Saylors Vio. What Country Friends is this Cap. This is Illyria Ladie Vio. And what should I do in Illyria My brother he is in Elizium Perchance he is not drown'd What thinke you saylors Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued Vio. O my poore brother and so perchance may he be Cap. True Madam and to comfort you with chance Assure your selfe after our ship did split When you and those poore number saued with you Hung on our driuing boate I saw your brother Most prouident in perill binde himselfe Courage and hope both teaching him the practise To a strong Maste that liu'd vpon the sea Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues So long as I could see Vio For saying so there 's Gold Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope Whereto thy speech serues for authoritie The like of him Know'st thou this Countrey Cap. I Madam well for I was bred and borne Not three houres trauaile from this very place Vio. Who gouernes heere Cap. A noble Duke in nature as in name Vio. What is his name Cap. Orsino Vio. Orsino I haue heard my father name him He was a Batchellor then Cap. And so is now or was so very late For but a month ago I went from hence And then 't was fresh in murmure as you know What great ones do the lesse will prattle of That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia Vio. What 's shee Cap. A vertuous maid the daughter of a Count That dide some tweluemonth since then leauing her In the protection of his sonne her brother Who shortly also dide for whose deere loue They say she hath abiur'd the sight And company of men Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady And might not be deliuered to the world Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow What my estate is Cap That were hard to compasse Because she will admit no kinde of suite No not the Dukes Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution yet of thee I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites With this thy faire and outward charracter I prethee and I le pay thee bounteously Conceale me what I am and be my ayde For such disguise as haply shall become The forme of my intent I le serue this Duke Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him It may be worth thy paines for I can sing And speake to him in many sorts of Musicke That will allow me very worth his seruice What else may hap to time I will commit Onely shape thou thy silence to my wit Cap. Be you his Eunuch and your Mute I le bee When my tongue blabs then let mine eyes not see Vio I thanke thee Lead me on Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Sir Toby and Maria. Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the death of her brother thus I am sure care 's an enemie to life Mar. By my troth sir Toby you must come in earlyer a nights your Cosin my Lady takes great exceptions to your ill houres To. Why let her except before excepted Ma. I but you must confine your selfe within the modest limits of order To. Confine I le confine my selfe no finer then I am these cloathes are good enough to drinke in and so bee these boots too and they be not let them hang themselues in their owne straps Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you I heard my Lady talke of it yesterday and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be hir woer To. Who Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke Ma. I he To. He 's as tall a man as any 's in Illyria Ma. What 's that to th' purpose To. Why he ha's three thousand ducates a yeare Ma. I but hee 'l haue but a yeare in all these ducates He 's a very foole and a prodigall To. Fie that you 'l say so he playes o' th Viol-de-gaâ—-boys and speaks three or four languages word for word without booke hath all the good gifts of nature Ma. He hath indeed almost naturall for besides that he 's a foole he 's a great quarreller and but that hee hath the gift of a Coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling 't is thought among the prudent he would quickely haue the gift of a graue Tob. By this hand they
neer'st of Kin Cry fie vpon my Graue Leo. I ne're heard yet That any of these bolder Vices wanted Lesse Impudence to gaine-say what they did Then to performe it first Her That 's true enough Though 't is a saying Sir not due to me Leo. You will not owne it Her More then Mistresse of Which comes to me in name of Fault I must not At all acknowledge For Polixenes With whom I am accus'd I doe confesse I lou'd him as in Honor he requir'd With such a kind of Loue as might become A Lady like me with a Loue euen such So and no other as your selfe commanded Which not to haue done I thinke had been in me Both Disobedience and Ingratitude To you and toward your Friend whose Loue had spoke Euen since it could speake from an Infant freely That it was yours Now for Conspiracie I know not how it tastes though it be dish'd For me to try how All I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man And why he left your Court the Gods themselues Wotting no more then I are ignorant Leo. You knew of his departure as you know What you haue vnderta'ne to doe in 's absence Her Sir You speake a Language that I vnderstand not My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames Which I le lay downe Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames You had a Bastard by Polixenes And I but dream'd it As you were past all shame Those of your Fact are so so past all truth Which to deny concernes more then auailes for as Thy Brat hath been cast out like to it selfe No Father owning it which is indeed More criminall in thee then it so thou Shalt feele out Iustice in whose easiest passage Looke for no lesse then death Her Sir spare your Threats The Bugge which you would fright me with I seeke To me can Life be no commoditie The crowne and comfort of my Life your Fauor I doe giue lost for I doe feele it gone But know not how it went My second Ioy And first Fruits of my body from his presence I am bar'd like one infectious My third comfort Star'd most vnluckily is from my breast The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth Hal'd out to murther My selfe on euery Post Proclaym'd a Strumpet With immodest hatred The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd which longs To Women of all fashion Lastly horried Here to this place i' th' open ayre before I haue got strength of limit Now my Liege Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue That I should feare to die Therefore proceed But yet heare this mistake me not no Life I prize it not a straw but for mine Honor Which I would free if I shall be condemn'd Vpon surmizes all proofes sleeping else But what your Iealousies awake I tell you 'T is Rigor and not Law Your Honors all I doe referre me to the Oracle Apollo be my Iudge Lord. This your request Is altogether iust therefore bring forth And in Apollo's Name his Oracle Her The Emperor of Russia was my Father Oh that he were aliue and here beholding His Daughters Tryall that he did but see The flatnesse of my miserie yet with eyes Of Pitty not Reuenge Officer You here shal sweare vpon this Sword of Iustice That you Cleomines and Dion haue Been both at Delphos and from thence haue brought This seal'd-vp Oracle by the Hand deliuer'd Of great Apollo's Priest and that since then You haue not dar'd to breake the holy Seale Nor read the Secrets in 't Cleo Dio. All this we sweare Leo. Breake vp the Seales and read Officer Hermione is chast Polixenes blamelesse Camillo a true Subiect Leontes a iealous Tyrant his innocent Babe truly begotten and the King shall liue without an Heire if that which is lost be not found Lords Now blessed be the great Apollo Her Praysed Leo Hast thou read truth Offic. I my Lord euen so as it is here set downe Leo. There is no truth at all i' th' Oracle The Sessions shall proceed this is meere falsehood Ser. My Lord the King the King Leo. What is the businesse Ser. O Sir I shall be hated to report it The Prince your Sonne with meere conceit and feare Of the Queenes speed is gone Leo. How gone Ser. Is dead Leo. Apollo's angry and the Heauens themselues Doe strike at my Iniustice How now there Paul This newes is mortall to the Queene Look downe And see what Death is doing Leo. Take her hence Her heart is but o're-charg'd she will recouer I haue too much beleeu'd mine owne suspition ' Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life Apollo pardon My great prophanenesse ' gainst thine Oracle I le reconcile me to Polixenes New woe my Queene recall the good Camillo Whom I proclaime a man of Truth of Mercy For being transported by my Iealousies To bloody thoughts and to reuenge I chose Camillo for the minister to poyson My friend Polixenes which had been done But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command though I with Death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him Not doing it and being done he most humane And fill'd with Honor to my Kingly Guest Vnclasp'd my practise quit his fortunes here Which you knew great and to the hazard Of all Incertainties himselfe commended No richer then his Honor How he glisters Through my Rust and how his Pietie Do's my deeds make the blacker Paul Woe the while O cut my Lace least my heart cracking it Breake too Lord. What fit is this good Lady Paul What studied torments Tyrant hast for me What Wheeles Racks Fires What flaying boyling In Leads or Oyles What old or newer Torture Must I receiue whose euery word deserues To taste of thy most worst Thy Tyranny Together working with thy Iealousies Fancies too weake for Boyes too greene and idle For Girles of Nine O thinke what they haue done And then run mad indeed starke-mad for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it That thou betrayed'st Polixenes 't was nothing That did but shew thee of a Foole inconstant And damnable ingratefull Nor was 't much Thou would'st haue poyson'd good Camillo's Honor To haue him kill a King poore Trespasses More monstrous standing by whereof I reckon The casting forth to Crowes thy Baby-daughter To be or none or little though a Deuill Would haue shed water out of fire ere don't Nor is' t directly layd to thee the death Of the young Prince whose honorable thoughts Thoughts high for one so tender cleft the heart That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire Blemish'd his gracious Dam this is not no Layd to thy answere but the last O Lords When I haue said cry woe the Queene the Oueene The sweet'st deer'st creature 's dead vengeance for 't Not drop'd downe yet Lord. The higher powres forbid Pau. I say she 's dead I le swear 't If word nor oath Preuaile not go and see if you can bring Tincture or lustre in her lip
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
my Vertue be his Vices bawd And he shall spend mine Honour with his Shame As thriftlesse Sonnes their scraping Fathers Gold Mine honor liues when his dishonor dies Or my sham'd life in his dishonor lies Thou kill'st me in his life giuing him breath The Traitor liues the true man 's put to death Dutchesse within Dut. What hoa my Liege for heauens sake let me in Bul. What shrill-voic'd Suppliant makes this eager cry Dut. A woman and thine Aunt great King 't is I. Speake with me pitty me open the dore A Begger begs that neuer begg'd before Bul. Our Scene is alter'd from a serious thing And now chang'd to the Begger and the King My dangerous Cosin let your Mother in I know she 's come to pray for your foule sin Yorke If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray More sinnes for this forgiuenesse prosper may This fester'd ioynt cut off the rest rests sound This let alone will all the rest confound Enter Dutchesse Dut. O King beleeue not this hard-hearted man Loue louing not it selfe none other can Yor. Thou franticke woman what dost y u make here Shall thy old dugges once more a Traitor reare Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient heare me gentle Liege Bul. Rise vp good Aunt Dut. Not yet I thee beseech For euer will I kneele vpon my knees And neuer see day that the happy sees Till thou giue ioy vntill thou bid me ioy By pardoning Rutland my transgressing Boy Aum. Vnto my mothers prayres I bend my knee Yorke Against them both my true ioynts bended be Dut. Pleades he in earnest Looke vpon his Face His eyes do drop no teares his prayres are in iest His words come from his mouth ours from our brest He prayes but faintly and would be denide We pray with heart and soule and all beside His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know Our knees shall kneele till to the ground they grow His prayers are full of false hypocrisie Ours of true zeale and deepe integritie Our prayers do out-pray his then let them haue That mercy which true prayers ought to haue Bul. Good Aunt stand vp Dut. Nay do not say stand vp But Pardon first and afterwards stand vp And if I were thy Nurse thy tongue to teach Pardon should be the first word of thy speach I neuer long'd to heare a word till now Say Pardon King let pitty teach thee how The word is short but not so short as sweet No word like Pardon for Kings mouth 's so meet Yorke Speake it in French King say Pardon'ne moy Dut. Dost thou teach pardon Pardon to destroy Ah my sowre husband my hard-hearted Lord That set's the word it selfe against the word Speake Pardon as 't is currant in our Land The chopping French we do not vnderstand Thine eye begins to speake set thy tongue there Or in thy pitteous heart plant thou thine eare That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce Pitty may moue thee Pardon to rehearse Bul. Good Aunt stand vp Dut. I do not sue to stand Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand Bul. I pardon him as heauen shall pardon mee Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee Yet am I sicke 〈◊〉 feare Speake it againe Twice saying Pardon doth not pardon twaine But makes one pardon strong Bul. I pardon him with all my hart Dut. A God on earth thou art Bul. But for our trusty brother-in-Law the Abbot With all the rest of that consorted crew Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles Good Vnckle helpe to order seuerall powres To Oxford or where ere these Traitors are They shall not liue within this world I sweare But I will haue them if I once know where Vnckle farewell and Cosin adieu Your mother well hath praid and proue you true Dut. Come my old son I pray heauen make thee new Exeunt Enter Exton and Seruants Ext. Didst thou not marke the King what words hee spake Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare Was it not so Ser. Those were his very words Ex. Haue I no Friend quoth he he spake it twice And vrg'd it twice together did he not Ser. He did Ex. And speaking it he wistly look'd on me As who should say I would thou wer't the man That would diuorce this terror from my heart Meaning the King at Pomfret Come let 's goe I am the Kings Friend and will rid his Foe Exit Scaena Quarta Enter Richard Rich. I haue bin studying how to compare This Prison where I liue vnto the World And for because the world is populous And heere is not a Creature but my selfe I cannot do it yet I le hammer't out My Braine I le proue the Female to my Soule My Soule the Father and these two beget A generation of still breeding Thoughts And these same Thoughts people this Little World In humors like the people of this world For no thought is contented The better sort As thoughts of things Diuine are intermixt With scruples and do set the Faith it selfe Against the Faith as thus Come litle ones then again It is as hard to come as for a Camell To thred the posterne of a Needles eye Thoughts tending to Ambition they do plot Vnlikely wonders how these vaine weake nailes May teare a passage through the Flinty ribbes Of this hard world my ragged prison walles And for they cannot dye in their owne pride Thoughts tending to Content flatter themselues That they are not the first of Fortunes slaues Nor shall not be the last Like silly Beggars Who sitting in the Stockes refuge their shame That many haue and others must sit there And in this Thought they finde a kind of ease Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe Of such as haue before indur'd the like Thus play I in one Prison many people And none contented Sometimes am I King Then Treason makes me wish my selfe a Beggar And so I am Then crushing penurie Perswades me I was better when a King Then am I king'd againe and by and by Thinke that I am vn-king'd by Bullingbrooke And straight am nothing But what ere I am Musick Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd With being nothing Musicke do I heare Ha ha keepe time How sowre sweet Musicke is When Time is broke and no Proportion kept So is it in the Musicke of mens liues And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare To heare time broke in a disorder'd string But for the Concord of my State and Time Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke I wasted Time and now doth Time waste me For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke My Thoughts are minutes and with Sighes they iarre Their watches on vnto mine eyes the outward Watch Whereto my finger like a Dialls point Is pointing still in cleansing them from teares Now sir the sound that tels what houre it is Are clamorous groanes that strike vpon my heart Which is the
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
or in the present Time That you should haue an ynch of any ground To build a Griefe on were you not restor'd To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories Your Noble and right well-remembred Fathers Mow. What thing in Honor had my Father lost That need to be reuiu'd and breath'd in me The King that lou'd him as the State stood then Was forc'd perforce compell'd to banish him And then that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee Being mounted and both rowsed in their Seates Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre Their armed Staues in charge their Beauers downe Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of Steele And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together Then then when there was nothing could haue stay'd My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke O when the King did throw his Warder downe His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw Then threw hee downe himselfe and all their Liues That by Indictment and by dint of Sword Haue since mis-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke West You speak Lord Mowbray now you know not what The Earle of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant Gentleman Who knowes on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd But if your Father had beene Victor there Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry For all the Countrey in a generall voyce Cry'd hate vpon him and all their prayers and loue Were set on Herford whom they doted on And bless'd and grac'd and did more then the King But this is meere digression from my purpose Here come I from our Princely Generall To know your Griefes to tell you from his Grace That hee will giue you Audience and wherein It shall appeare that your demands are iust You shall enioy them euery thing set off That might so much as thinke you Enemies Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer And it proceedes from Pollicy not Loue. West Mowbray you ouer-weene to take it so This Offer comes from Mercy not from Feare For loe within a Ken our Army lyes Vpon mine Honor all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes Our Armor all as strong our Cause the best Then Reason will our hearts should be as good Say you not then our Offer is compell'd Mow. Well by my will wee shall admit no Parley West That argues but the shame of your offence A rotten Case abides no handling Hast Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission In very ample vertue of his Father To heare and absolutely to determine Of what Conditions wee shall stand vpon West That is intended in the Generals Name I muse you make so slight a Question Bish Then take my Lord of Westmerland this Schedule For this containes our generall Grieuances Each seuerall Article herein redress'd All members of our Cause both here and hence That are insinewed to this Action Acquitted by a true substantiall forme And present execution of our wills To vs and to our purposes confin'd Wee come within our awfull Banks againe And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace West This will I shew the Generall Please you Lords In sight of both our Battailes wee may meete At either end in peace which Heauen so frame Or to the place of difference call the Swords Which must decide it Bish My Lord wee will doe so Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me That no Conditions of our Peace can stand Hast. Feare you not that if wee can make our Peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our Conditions shall consist vpon Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines Mow. I but our valuation shall be such That euery slight and false-deriued Cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton Reason Shall to the King taste of this Action That were our Royall faiths Martyrs in Loue Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe And good from bad finde no partition Bish No no my Lord note this the King is wearie Of daintie and such picking Grieuances For hee hath found to end one doubt by Death Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie That may repeat and Historie his losse To new remembrance For full well hee knowes Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land As his mis-doubts present occasion His foes are so en-rooted with his friends That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie Hee doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this Land like an offensiue wife That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes As he is striking holds his Infant vp And hangs resolu'd Correction in the Arme That was vprear'd to execution Hast Besides the King hath wasted all his Rods On late Offenders that he now doth lacke The very Instruments of Chasticement So that his power like to a Fanglesse Lion May offer but not hold Bish 'T is very true And therefore be assur'd my good Lord Marshal If we do now make our attonement well Our Peace will like a broken Limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The Prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his Grace iust distance 'tweene our Armies Mow. Your Grace of Yorke in heauen's name then forward Bish Before and greet his Grace my Lord we come Enter Prince Iohn Iohn You are wel encountred here my cosin Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shew'd with you When that your Flocke assembled by the Bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy Text Then now to see you heere an Iron man Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme Turning the Word to Sword and Life to death That man that sits within a Monarches heart And ripens in the Sunne-shine of his fauor Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King Alack what Mischiefes might hee set abroach In shadow of such Greatnesse With you Lord Bishop It is euen so Who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen To vs the Speaker in his Parliament To vs th' imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe The very Opener and Intelligencer Betweene the Grace the Sanctities of Heauen And our dull workings O who shall beleeue But you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place Employ the Countenance and Grace of Heauen As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name In deedes dis-honorable You haue taken vp Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen The Subiects of Heauens Substitute my Father And both against the Peace of Heauen and him Haue here vp-swarmed them Bish Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your Fathers Peace But as I told my Lord of Westmerland The Time mis-order'd doth in common sence
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
is a desperate Homicide He fighteth as one weary of his life The other Lords like Lyons wanting foode Doe rush vpon vs as their hungry prey Alanson Froysard a Countreyman of ours records England all Oliuers and Rowlands breed During the time Edward the third did raigne More truly now may this be verified For none but Samsons and Goliasses It sendeth forth to skirmish one to tenne Leane raw-bon'd Rascals who would e're suppose They had such courage and audacitie Charles Let 's leaue this Towne For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues And hunger will enforce them to be more eager Of old I know them rather with their Teeth The Walls they 'le teare downe then forsake the Siege Reigneir I thinke by some odde Gimmors or Deuice Their Armes are set like Clocks still to strike on Else ne're could they hold out so as they doe By my consent wee 'le euen let them alone Alanson Be it so Enter the Bastard of Orleance Bastard Where 's the Prince Dolphin I haue newes for him Dolph Bastard of Orleance thrice welcome to vs. Bast Me thinks your looks are sad your chear appal'd Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence Be not dismay'd for succour is at hand A holy Maid hither with me I bring Which by a Vision sent to her from Heauen Ordayned is to rayse this tedious Siege And driue the English forth the bounds of France The spirit of deepe Prophecie she hath Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome What 's past and what 's to come she can descry Speake shall I call her in beleeue my words For they are certaine and vnfallible Dolph Goe call her in but first to try her skill Reignier stand thou as Dolphin in my place Question her prowdly let thy Lookes be sterne By this meanes shall we found what skill she hath Enter Ioane Puzel Reigneir Faire Maid is' t thou wilt doe these wondrous feats Puzel Reignier is' t thou that thinkest to beguile me Where is the Dolphin Come come from behinde I know thee well though neuer seene before Be not amaz'd there 's nothing hid from me In priuate will I talke with thee apart Stand back you Lords and giue vs leaue a while Reigneir She takes vpon her brauely at first dash Puzel Dolphin I am by birth a Shepheards Daughter My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate Loe whilest I wayted on my tender Lambes And to Sunnes parching heat display'd my cheekes Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me And in a Vision full of Maiestie Will'd me to leaue my base Vocation And free my Countrey from Calamitie Her ayde she promis'd and assur'd successe In compleat Glory shee reueal'd her selfe And whereas I was black and swart before With those cleare Rayes which shee infus'd on me That beautie am I blest with which you may see Aske me what question thou canst possible And I will answer vnpremeditated My Courage trie by Combat if thou dar'st And thou shalt finde that I exceed my Sex Resolue on this thou shalt be fortunate If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate Dolph Thou hast astonisht me with thy high termes Onely this proofe I le of thy Valour make In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me And if thou vanquishest thy words are true Otherwise I renounce all confidence Puzel I am prepar'd here is my keene-edg'd Sword Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each side The which at Touraine in S. Katherines Church-yard Out of a great deale of old Iron I chose forth Dolph Then come a Gods name I feare no woman Puzel And while I liue I le ne're flye from a man Here they fight and Ioane de Puzel ouercomes Dolph Stay stay thy hands thou art an Amazon And fightest with the Sword of Debora Puzel Christs Mother helpes me else I were too weake Dolph Who e're helps thee 't is thou that must help me Impatiently I burne with thy desire My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd Excellent Puzel if thy name be so Let me thy seruant and not Soueraigne be 'T is the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus Puzel I must not yeeld to any rights of Loue For my Profession's sacred from aboue When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence Then will I thinke vpon a recompence Dolph Meane time looke gracious on thy prostrate Thrall Reigneir My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke Alans Doubtlesse he shriues this woman to her smock Else ne're could he so long protract his speech Reigneir Shall wee disturbe him since hee keepes no meane Alan He may meane more then we poor men do know These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues Reigneir My Lord where are you what deuise you on Shall we giue o're Orleance or no Puzel Why no I say distrustfull Recreants Fight till the last gaspe I le be your guard Dolph What shee sayes I le confirme wee 'le fight it out Puzel Assign'd am I to be the English Scourge This night the Siege assuredly I le rayse Expect Saint Martins Summer Halcyons dayes Since I haue entred into these Warres Glory is like a Circle in the Water Which neuer ceaseth to enlarge it selfe Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught With Henries death the English Circle ends Dispersed are the glories it included Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once Dolph Was Mahomet inspired with a Doue Thou with an Eagle art inspired then Helen the Mother of Great Constantine Nor yet S. Philips daughters were like thee Bright Starre of Venus falne downe on the Earth How may I reuerently worship thee enough Alanson Leaue off delayes and let vs rayse the Siege Reigneir Woman do what thou canst to saue our honors Driue them from Orleance and be immortaliz'd Dolph Presently wee 'le try come let 's away about it No Prophet will I trust if shee proue false Exeunt Enter Gloster with his Seruing-men Glost I am come to suruey the Tower this day Since Henries death I feare there is Conueyance Where be these Warders that they wait not here Open the Gates 't is Gloster that calls 1. Warder Who 's there that knocks so imperiously Glost 1. Man It is the Noble Duke of Gloster 2. Warder Who ere he be you may not be let in 1. Man Villaines answer you so the Lord Protector 1. Warder The Lord protect him so we answer him We doe no otherwise then wee are will'd Glost. Who willed you or whose will stands but mine There 's none Protector of the Realme but I Breake vp the Gates I le be your warrantize Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates and Wooduile the Lieutenant speakes within Wooduile What noyse is this what Traytors haue wee here Glost. Lieutenant is it you whose voyce I heare Open the Gates here 's Gloster that would enter Wooduile Haue patience Noble Duke I
may not open The Cardinall of Winchester forbids From him I haue expresse commandement That thou nor none of thine shall be let in Glost Faint-hearted Wooduile prizest him 'fore me Arrogant Winchester that haughtie Prelate Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne're could brooke Thou art no friend to God or to the King Open the Gates or I le shut thee out shortly Seruingmen Open the Gates vnto the Lord Protector Or wee 'le burst them open if that you come not quickly Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates Winchester and his men in Tawney Coates Winchest How now ambitious Vmpheir what meanes this Glost Piel'd Priest doo'st thou command me to be shut out Winch. I doe thou most vsurping Proditor And not Protector of the King or Realme Glost Stand back thou manifest Conspirator Thou that contriued'st to murther our dead Lord Thou that giu'st Whores Indulgences to sinne I le canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat If thou proceed in this thy insolence Winch. Nay stand thou back I will not budge a foot This be Damascus be thou cursed Cain To slay thy Brother Abel if thou wilt Glost I will not slay thee but I le driue thee back Thy Scarlet Robes as a Childs bearing Cloth I le vse to carry thee out of this place Winch. Doe what thou dar'st I beard thee to thy face Glost What am I dar'd and bearded to my face Draw men for all this priuiledged place Blew Coats to Tawny Coats Priest beware your Beard I meane to tugge it and to cuffe you soundly Vnder my feet I stampe thy Cardinalls Hat In spight of Pope or dignities of Church Here by the Cheekes I le drag thee vp and downe Winch. Gloster thou wilt answere this before the Pope Glost Winchester Goose I cry a Rope a Rope Now beat them hence why doe you let them stay Thee I le chase hence thou Wolfe in Sheepes array Out Tawney-Coates out Scarlet Hypocrite Here Glosters men beat out the Cardinalls men and enter in the hurly-burly the Maior of London and his Officers Maior Fye Lords that you being supreme Magistrates Thus contumeliously should breake the Peace Glost Peace Maior thou know'st little of my wrongs Here 's Beauford that regards nor God nor King Hath here distrayn'd the Tower to his vse Winch. Here 's Gloster a Foe to Citizens One that still motions Warre and neuer Peace O're-charging your free Purses with large Fines That seekes to ouerthrow Religion Because he is Protector of the Realme And would haue Armour here out of the Tower To Crowne himselfe King and suppresse the Prince Glost I will not answer thee with words but blowes Here they skirmish againe Maior Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife But to make open Proclamation Come Officer as lowd as e're thou canst cry All manner of men assembled here in Armes this day against Gods Peace and the Kings wee charge and command you in his Highnesse Name to repayre to your seuerall dwelling places and not to weare handle or vse any Sword Weapon or Dagger hence-forward vpon paine of death Glost Cardinall I le be no breaker of the Law But we shall meet and breake our minds at large Winch. Gloster wee 'le meet to thy cost be sure Thy heart-blood I will haue for this dayes worke Maior I le call for Clubs if you will not away This Cardinall 's more haughtie then the Deuill Glost Maior farewell thou doo'st but what thou may'st Winch. Abhominable Gloster guard thy Head For I intend to haue it ere long Exeunt Maior See the Coast clear'd and then we will depart Good God these Nobles should such stomacks beare I my selfe fight not once in fortie yeere Exeunt Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance and his Boy M. Gunner Sirrha thou know'st how Orleance is besieg'd And how the English haue the Suburbs wonne Boy Father I know and oft haue shot at them How e're vnfortunate I miss'd my ayme M. Gunner But now thou shalt not Be thou rul'd by me Chiefe Master Gunner am I of this Towne Something I must doe to procure me grace The Princes espyals haue informed me How the English in the Suburbs close entrencht Went through a secret Grate of Iron Barres In yonder Tower to ouer-peere the Citie And thence discouer how with most aduantage They may vex vs with Shot or with Assault To intercept this inconuenience A Peece of Ordnance ' gainst it I haue plac'd And euen these three dayes haue I watcht If I could see them Now doe thou watch For I can stay no longer If thou spy'st any runne and bring me word And thou shalt finde me at the Gouernors Exit Boy Father I warrant you take you no care I le neuer trouble you if I may spye them Exit Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets with others Salisb. Talbot my life my ioy againe return'd How wert thou handled being Prisoner Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd Discourse I prethee on this Turrets top Talbot The Earle of Bedford had a Prisoner Call'd the braue Lord Ponton de Sautrayle For him was I exchang'd and ransom'd But with a baser man of Armes by farre Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me Which I disdaining scorn'd and craued death Rather then I would be so pil'd esteem'd In fine redeem'd I was as I desir'd But O the trecherous Falstaffe wounds my heart Whom with my bare fists I would execute If I now had him brought into my power Salisb. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd Tal. With scoffes and scornes and contumelious taunts In open Market-place produc't they me To be a publique spectacle to all Here sayd they is the Terror of the French The Scar-Crow that affrights our Children so Then broke I from the Officers that led me And with my nayles digg'd stones out of the ground To hurle at the beholders of my shame My grisly countenance made others flye None durst come neere for feare of suddaine death In Iron Walls they deem'd me not secure So great feare of my Name ' mongst them were spread That they suppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele And spurne in pieces Posts of Adamant Wherefore a guard of chosen Shot I had That walkt about me euery Minute while And if I did but stirre out of my Bed Ready they were to shoot me to the heart Enter the Boy with a Linstock Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd But we will be reueng'd sufficiently Now it is Supper time in Orleance Here through this Grate I count each one And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie Let vs looke in the sight will much delight thee Sir Thomas Gargraue and Sir William Glandsdale Let me haue your expresse opinions Where is best place to make our Batt'ry next Gargraue I thinke at the North Gate for there stands Lords Glansdale And 〈◊〉 heere at the Bulwarke of the Bridge Talb. For ought I see this Citie must be famisht Or with light Skirmishes
vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes Bed Ascend braue Talbot we will follow thee Tal. Not altogether Better farre I guesse That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes That if it chance the one of vs do faile The other yet may rise against their force Bed Agreed I le to yond corner Bur. And I to this Tal. And heere will Talbot mount or make his graue Now Salisbury for thee and for the right Of English Henry shall this night appeare How much in duty I am bound to both Sent. Arme arme the enemy doth make assault Cry S. George A Talbot The French leape ore the walles in their shirts Enter seuerall wayes Bastard Alanson Reignier halfe ready and halfe vnready Alan How now my Lords What all vnreadie so Bast Vnready I and glad we scap'd so well Reig. 'T was time I trow to wake and leaue our beds Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores Alan Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous or desperate then this Bast I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell Reig. If not of Hell the Heauens sure fauour him Alans Here commeth Charles I maruell how he sped Enter Charles and Ioane Bast Tut holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard Charl. Is this thy cunning thou deceitfull Dame Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall Make vs partakers of a little gayne That now our losse might be ten times so much Ioane Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend At all times will you haue my Power alike Sleeping or waking must I still preuayle Or will you blame and lay the fault on me Improuident Souldiors had your Watch been good This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne Charl. Duke of Alanson this was your default That being Captaine of the Watch to Night Did looke no better to that weightie Charge Alans Had all your Quarters been as safely kept As that whereof I had the gouernment We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd Bast Mine was secure Reig. And so was mine my Lord. Charl. And for my selfe most part of all this Night Within her Quarter and mine owne Precinct I was imploy'd in passing to and fro About relieuing of the Centinels Then how or which way should they first breake in Ioane Question my Lords no further of the case How or which way 't is sure they found some place But weakely guarded where the breach was made And now there rests no other shift but this To gather our Souldiors scatter'd and disperc't And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them Exeunt Alarum Enter a Souldier crying a Talbot a Talbot they slye leauing their Clothes behind Sould. I le be so bold to take what they haue left The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles Vsing no other Weapon but his Name Exit Enter Talbot Bedford Burgundie Bedf. The Day begins to breake and Night is fled Whose pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth Here sound Retreat and cease our hot pursuit Retreat Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury And here aduance it in the Market-Place The middle Centure of this cursed Towne Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule For euery drop of blood was drawne from him There hath at least fiue Frenchmen dyed to night And that hereafter Ages may behold What ruine happened in reuenge of him Within their chiefest Temple I le erect A Tombe wherein his Corps shall be interr'd Vpon the which that euery one may reade Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance The trecherous manner of his mournefull death And what a terror he had beene to France But Lords in all our bloudy Massacre I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace His new-come Champion vertuous Ioane of Acre Nor any of his false Confederates Bedf. 'T is thought Lord Talbot when the fight began Rows'd on the sudden from their drowsie Beds They did amongst the troupes of armed men Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field Burg. My selfe as farre as I could well discerne For smoake and duskie vapours of the night Am sure I scar'd the Dolphin and his Trull When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running Like to a payre of louing Turtle-Doues That could not liue asunder day or night After that things are set in order here Wee 'le follow them with all the power we haue Enter a Messenger Mess All hayle my Lords which of this Princely trayne Call ye the Warlike Talbot for his Acts So much applauded through the Realme of France Talb. Here is the Talbot who would speak with him Mess The vertuous Lady Countesse of Ouergne With modestie admiring thy Renowne By me entreats great Lord thou would'st vouchsafe To visit her poore Castle where she lyes That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the World with lowd report Burg. Is it euen so Nay then I see our Warres Will turne vnto a peacefull Comick sport When Ladyes craue to be encountred with You may not my Lord despise her gentle suit Talb. Ne're trust me then for when a World of men Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie Yet hath a Womans kindnesse ouer-rul'd And therefore tell her I returne great thankes And in submission will attend on her Will not your Honors beare me company Bedf. No truly 't is more then manners will And I haue heard it sayd Vnbidden Guests Are often welcommest when they are gone Talb. Well then alone since there 's no remedie I meane to proue this Ladyes courtesie Come hither Captaine you perceiue my minde Whispers Capt. I doe my Lord and meane accordingly Exeunt Enter Countesse Count. Porter remember what I gaue in charge And when you haue done so bring the Keyes to me Port. Madame I will Exit Count. The Plot is layd if all things fall out right I shall as famous be by this exploit As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus death Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight And his atchieuements of no lesse account Faine would mine eyes be witnesse with mine eares To giue their censure of these rare reports Enter Messenger and Talbot Mess Madame according as your Ladyship desir'd By Message crau'd so is Lord Talbot come Count. And he is welcome what is this the man Mess Madame it is Count. Is this the Scourge of France Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad That with his Name the Mothers still their Babes I see Report is fabulous and false I thought I should haue seene some Hercules A second Hector for his grim aspect And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes Alas this is a Child a silly Dwarfe It cannot be this weake and writhled shrimpe Should strike such terror to his Enemies Talb. Madame I haue beene bold to trouble you But since your Ladyship is not at leysure I le sort some other time to visit you Count. What meanes he now Goe aske him whither he goes Mess Stay my Lord Talbot
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
did beget her all the Parish knowes Her Mother liueth yet can testifie She was the first fruite of my Bach'ler-ship War Gracelesse wilt thou deny thy Parentage Yorke This argues what her kinde of life hath beene Wicked and vile and so her death concludes Shep. Fye Ione that thou wilt be so obstacle God knowes thou art a collop of my flesh And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare Deny me not I prythee gentle Ione Pucell Pezant auant You haue suborn'd this man Of purpose to obscure my Noble birth Shep. 'T is true I gaue a Noble to the Priest The morne that I was wedded to her mother Kneele downe and take my blessing good my Gyrle Wilt thou not stoope Now cursed be the time Of thy natiuitie I would the Milke Thy mother gaue thee when thou suck'st her brest Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy sake Or else when thou didst keepe my Lambes a-field I wish some rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee Doest thou deny thy Father cursed Drab O burne her burne her hanging is too good Exit Yorke Take her away for she hath liu'd too long To fill the world with vicious qualities Puc First let me tell you whom you haue condemn'd Not me begotten of a Shepheard Swaine But issued from the Progeny of Kings Vertuous and Holy chosen from aboue By inspiration of Celestiall Grace To worke exceeding myracles on earth I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits But you that are polluted with your lustes Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices Because you want the grace that others haue You iudge it straight a thing impossible To compasse Wonders but by helpe of diuels No misconceyued Ione of Aire hath beene A Virgin from her tender infancie Chaste and immaculate in very thought Whose Maiden-blood thus rigorously effus'd Will cry for Vengeance at the Gates of Heauen Yorke I I away with her to execution War And hearke ye sirs because she is a Maide Spare for no Faggots let there be enow Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake That so her torture may be shortned Puc Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts Then Ione discouet thine infirmity That wartanteth by Law to be thy priuiledge I am with childe ye bloody Homicides Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe Although ye hale me to a violent death Yor. Now heauen forfend the holy Maid with child War The greatest miracle that ere ye wrought Is all your strict precisenesse come to this Yorke She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling I did imagine what would be her refuge War Well go too we 'll haue no Bastards liue Especially since Charles must Father it Puc You are deceyu'd my childe is none of his It was Alanson that inioy'd my loue Yorke Alanson that notorious Macheuile It dyes and if it had a thousand liues Puc Oh giue me leaue I haue deluded you 'T was neyther Charles nor yet the Duke I nam'd But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd War A married man that 's most intollerable Yor. Why here 's a Gyrle I think she knowes not wel There were so many whom she may accuse War It 's signe she hath beene liberall and free Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure Strumpet thy words condemne thy Braâ— and thee Vse no intreaty for it is in vaine Pu. Then lead me hence with whom I leaue my curse May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames Vpon the Countrey where you make abode But darknesse and the gloomy shade of death Inuiron you till Mischeefe and Dispaire Driue you to break your necks or hang your selues Exit Enter Cardinall Yorke Breake thou in peeces and consume to ashes Thou fowle accursed minister of Hell Car. Lord Regent I do greete your Excellence With Letters of Commission from the King For know my Lords the States of Christendome Mou'd with remorse of these out-ragious broyles Haue earnestly implor'd a generall peace Betwixt our Nation and the aspyring French And heere at hand the Dolphin and his Traine Approacheth to conferre about some matter Yorke Is all our trauell turn'd to this effect After the slaughter of so many Peeres So many Captaines Gentlemen and Soldiers That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes By Treason Falshood and by Treacherie Our great Progenitors had conquered Oh Warwicke Warwicke I foresee with greefe The vtter losse of all the Realme of France War Be patient Yorke if we conclude a Peace It shall be with such strict and seuere Couenants As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby Enter Charles Alanson Bastard Reignier Char. Since Lords of England it is thus agreed That peacefull truce shall be proclaim'd in France We come to be informed by your selues What the conditions of that league must be Yorke Speake Winchester for boyling choller chokes The hollow passage of my poyson'd voyce By sight of these our balefull enemies Win. Charles and the rest it is enacted thus That in regard King Henry giues consent Of meere compassion and of lenity To ease your Countrie of distressefull Warre And suffer you to breath in fruitfull peace You shall become true Liegemen to his Crowne And Charles vpon condition thou wilt sweare To pay him tribute and submit thy selfe Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy vnder him And still enioy thy Regall dignity Alan Must he be then as shadow of himselfe Adorne his Temples with a Coronet And yet in substance and authority Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man This proffer is absurd and reasonlesse Char. 'T is knowne already that I am possest With more then halfe the Gallian Territories And therein reuerenc'd for their lawfull King Shall I for lucre of the rest vn-vanquisht Detract so much from that prerogatiue As to be call'd but Viceroy of the whole No Lord Ambassador I le rather keepe That which I haue than coueting for more Be cast from possibility of all Yorke Insulting Charles hast thou by secret meanes Vs'd intercession to obtaine a league And now the matter growes to compremize Stand'st thou aloofe vpon Comparison Either accept the Title thou vsurp'st Of benefit proceeding from our King And not of any challenge of Desert Or we will plague thee with incessant Warres Reig. My Lord you do not well in obstinacy To cauill in the course of this Contract If once it be neglected ten to one We shall not finde like opportunity Alan To say the truth it is your policie To saue your Subiects from such massacre And ruthlesse slaughters as are dayly seene By our proceeding in Hostility And therefore take this compact of a Truce Although you breake it when your pleasure serues War How sayst thou Charles Shall our Condition stand Char. It Shall Onely reseru'd you claime no interest In any of our Townes of Garrison Yor. Then sweare Allegeance to his Maiesty
he was successiue Heire And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie Did instigate the Bedlam braine-sick Duchesse By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall Smooth runnes the Water where the Brooke is deepe And in his simple shew he harbours Treason The Fox barkes not when he would steale the Lambe No no my Soueraigne Glouster is a man Vnsounded yet and full of deepe deceit Card. Did he not contrary to forme of Law Deuise strange deaths for small offences done Yorke And did he not in his Protectorship Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme For Souldiers pay in France and neuer sent it By meanes whereof the Townes each day reuolted Buck. Tut these are petty faults to faults vnknowne Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey King My Lords at once the care you haue of vs To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot Is worthy prayse but shall I speake my conscience Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent From meaning Treason to our Royall Person As is the sucking Lambe or harmelesse Done The Duke is vertuous milde and too well giuen To dreame on euill or to worke my downefall Qu. Ah what 's more dangerous then this fond affiance Seemes he a Doue his feathers are but borrow'd For hee 's disposed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe his Skinne is surely lent him For hee 's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues Who cannot steale a shape that meanes deceit Take heed my Lord the welfare of vs all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man Enter Somerset Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne King Welcome Lord Somerset What Newes from France Som. That all your Interest in those Territories Is vtterly bereft you all is lost King Cold Newes Lord Somerset but Gods will be done Yorke Cold Newes for me for I had hope of France As firmely as I hope for fertile England Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away But I will remedie this geare ere long Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue Enter Gloucester Glost All happinesse vnto my Lord the King Pardon my Liege that I haue stay'd so long Suff. Nay Gloster know that thou art come too soone Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art I doe arrest thee of High Treason here Glost Well Suffolke thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest A Heart vnspotted is not easily daunted The purest Spring is not so free from mudde As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne Who can accuse me wherein am I guiltie Yorke 'T is thought my Lord That you tooke Bribes of France And being Protector stay'd the Souldiers pay By meanes whereof his Highnesse hath lost France Glost Is it but thought so What are they that thinke it I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France So helpe me God as I haue watcht the Night I Night by Night in studying good for England That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse Be brought against me at my Tryall day No many a Pound of mine owne proper store Because I would not taxe the needie Commons Haue I dis-pursed to the Garrisons And neuer ask'd for restitution Card. It serues you well my Lord to say so much Glost I say no more then truth so helpe me God Yorke In your Protectorship you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors neuer heard of That England was defam'd by Tyrannie Glost Why 't is well known that whiles I was Protector Pittie was all the fault that was in me For I should melt at an Offendors teares And lowly words were Ransome for their fault Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer Or foule felonious Theefe that fleec'd poore passengers I neuer gaue them condigne punishment Murther indeede that bloodie sinne I tortur'd Aboue the Felon or what Trespas else Suff. My Lord these faults are easie quickly answer'd But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall To keepe vntill your further time of Tryall King My Lord of Gloster 't is my speciall hope That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence My Conscience tells me you are innocent Glost Ah gracious Lord these dayes are dangerous Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand Foule Subornation is predominant And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land I know their Complot is to haue my Life And if my death might make this Iland happy And proue the Period of their Tyrannie I would expend it with all willingnesse But mine is made the Prologue to their Play For thousands more that yet suspect no perill Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart And dogged Yorke that reaches at the Moone Whose ouer-weening Arme I haue pluckt-back By false accuse doth leuell at my Life And you my Soueraigne Lady with the rest Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie I all of you haue lay'd your heads together My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles And all to make away my guiltlesse Life I shall not want false Witnesse to condemne me Nor store of Treasons to augment my guilt The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge Card. My Liege his rayling is intollerable If those that care to keepe your Royall Person From Treasons secret Knife and Traytors Rage Be thus vpbrayded chid and rated at And the Offendor graunted scope of speech 'T will make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here With ignominious words though Clarkely coucht As if she had suborned some to sweare False allegations to o'rethrow his state Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide Glost Farre truer spoke then meant I lose indeede Beshrew the winners for they play'd me false And well such losers may haue leaue to speake Buck. Hee 'le wrest the sence and hold vs here all day Lord Cardinall he is your Prisoner Card. Sirs take away the Duke and guard him sure Glost Ah thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy side And Wolues are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first Ah that my feare were false ah that it were For good King Henry thy decay I feare Exit Gloster King My Lords what to your wisdomes seemeth best Doe or vndoe as if our selfe were here Queene What will your Highnesse leaue the Parliament King I Margaret my heart is drown'd with griefe Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes My Body round
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
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I feare Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee What are ye danted now Now will ye stoope 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him speak him fair Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough Vs'd to command vntaught to pleade for fauour Farre be it we should honor such as these With humble suite no rather let my head Stoope to the blocke then these knees bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome True Nobility is exempt from feare More can I beare then you dare execute Lieu. Hale him away and let him talke no more Come Souldiers shew what cruelty ye can Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions A Romane Sworder and Bandetto slaue Murder'd sweet Tully Bruim Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Caesar Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats Exit Water with Suffolke Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set It is our pleasure one of them depart Therefore come you with vs and let him go Exit Lieutenant and the rest Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body Wal. There let his head and liuelesse bodie lye Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it Exit Walter 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle His body will I beare vnto the King If he reuenge it not yet will his Friends So will the Queene that liuing held him deere Enter Beuis and Iohn Holland Beuis Come and get thee a sword though made of a Lath they haue bene vp these two dayes Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then Beuis I tell thee Iacke Cade the Cloathier meanes to dresse the Common-wealth and turne it and set a new nap vpon it Hol. So he had need for 't is thred-bare Well I say it was neuer merrie world in England since Gentlemen came vp Beuis O miserable Age Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons Beuis Nay more the Kings Councell are no good Workemen Hol. True and yet it is said Labour in thy Vocation which is as much to say as let the Magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be Magistrates Beuis Thou hast hit it for there 's no better signe of a braue minde then a hard hand Hol. I see them I see them There 's Bests Sonne the Tanner of Wingham Beuis Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies to make Dogges Leather of Hol. And Dicke the Butcher Beuis Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe Hol. And Smith the Weauer Beu Argo their thred of life is spun Hol. Come come let 's fall in with them Drumme Enter Cade Dicke Butcher Smith the Weauer and a Sawyer with infinite numbers Cade Wee Iohn Cade so tearm'd of our supposed Father But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings Cade For our enemies shall faile before vs inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes Command silence But. Silence Cade My Father was a Mortimer But. He was an honest man and a good Bricklayer Cade My mother a Plantagenet Butch I knew her well she was a Midwife Cade My wife descended of the Lacies But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter sold many Laces Weauer But now of late not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe she washes buckes here at home Cade Therefore am I of an honorable house But. I by my faith the field is honourable and there was he borne vnder a hedge for his Father had neuer a house but the Cage Cade Valiant I am Weauer A must needs for beggery is valiant Cade I am able to endure much But. No question of that for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wea. He neede not feare the sword for his Coate is of proofe But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire being burnt i' th hand for stealing of Sheepe Cade Be braue then for your Captaine is Braue and Vowes Reformation There shall be in England seuen halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny the three hoop'd pot shall haue ten hoopes and I wil make it Fellony to drink small Beere All the Realme shall be in Common and in Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse and when I am King as King I will be All. God saue your Maiesty Cade I thanke you good people There shall bee no mony all shall eate and drinke on my score and I will apparrell them all in one Liuery that they may agree like Brothers and worship me their Lord. But. The first thing we do let 's kill all the Lawyers Cade Nay that I meane to do Is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should be made Parchment that Parchment being scribeld ore should vndoe a man Some say the Bee stings but I say 't is the Bees waxe for I did but seale once to a thing and I was neuer mine owne man since How now Who 's there Enter a Clearke Weauer The Clearke of Chartam hee can write and reade and cast accompt Cade O monstrous Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies Cade Here 's a Villaine Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Nay then he is a Coniurer But. Nay he can make Obligations and write Court hand Cade I am sorry for 't The man is a proper man of mine Honour vnlesse I finde him guilty he shall not die Come hither sirrah I must examine thee What is thy name Clearke Emanuell But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters 'T will go hard with you Cade Let me alone Dost thou vse to write thy name Or hast thou a marke to thy selfe like a honest plain dealing man Clearke Sir I thanke God I haue bin so well brought vp that I can write my name All. He hath confest away with him he 's a Villaine and a Traitor Cade Away with him I say Hang him with his Pen and Inke-horne about his necke Exit one with the Clearke Enter Michael Mich. Where 's our Generall Cade Heere I am thou particular fellow Mich. Fly fly fly Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the Kings Forces Cade Stand villaine stand or I le fell thee downe he shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe He is but a Knight is a Mich. No. Cade To equall him I will make my selfe a knight presently Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer Now haue at him Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brother with Drum and Soldiers Staf. Rebellious Hinds the filth and scum of Kent Mark'd for the Gallowes Lay your Weapons downe Home to your Cottages forsake this Groome The King is mercifull if you reuolt Bro. But angry wrathfull and inclin'd
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
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.
Sorrow breakes Seasons and reposing houres Makes the Night Morning and the Noon-tide night Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories An outward Honor for an inward Toyle And for vnfelt Imaginations They often feele a world of restlesse Cares So that betweene their Titles and low Name There 's nothing differs but the outward fame Enter two Murtherers 1. Mur. Ho who 's heere Bra. What would'st thou Fellow And how camm'st thou hither 2. Mur. I would speak with Clarence and I came hither on my Legges Bra. What so breefe 1. 'T is better Sir then to be tedious Let him see our Commission and talke no more Reads Bra. I am in this commanded to deliuer The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is meant heereby Because I will be guiltlesse from the meaning There lies the Duke asleepe and there the Keyes I le to the King and signifie to him That thus I haue resign'd to you my charge Exit 1 You may sir 't is a point of wisedome Far you well 2 What shall we stab him as he sleepes 1 No hee 'l say 't was done cowardly when he wakes 2 Why he shall neuer wake vntill the great Iudgement day 1 Why then hee 'l say we stab'd him sleeping 2 The vrging of that word Iudgement hath bred a kinde of remorse in me 1 What art thou affraid 2 Not to kill him hauing a Warrant But to be damn'd for killing him from the which No Warrant can defend me 1 I thought thou had'st bin resolute 2 So I am to let him liue 1 I le backe to the Duke of Glouster and tell him so 2 Nay I prythee stay a little I hope this passionate humor of mine will change It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty 1 How do'st thou feele thy selfe now 2 Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet within mee 1 Remember our Reward when the deed 's done 2 Come he dies I had forgot the Reward 1 Where 's thy conscience now 2 O in the Duke of Glousters purse 1 When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward thy Conscience flyes out 2 'T is no matter let it goe There 's few or none will entertaine it 1 What if it come to thee againe 2 I le not meddle with it it makes a man a Coward A man cannot steale but it accuseth him A man cannot Sweare but it Checkes him A man cannot lye with his Neighbours Wife but it detects him 'T is a blushing shamefac'd spirit that mutinies in a mans bosome It filles a man full of Obstacles It made me once restore a Pursse of Gold that by chance I found It beggars any man that keepes it It is turn'd out of Townes and Citties for a dangerous thing and euery man that means to liue well endeuours to trust to himselfe and liue vvithout it 1 'T is euen now at my elbow perswading me not to kill the Dkue 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh 1 I am strong fram'd he cannot preuaile with me 2 Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation Come shall we fall to worke 1 Take him on the Costard with the hiltes of thy Sword and then throw him into the Malmesey-Butte in the next roome 2 O excellent deuice and make a sop of him 1 Soft he wakes 2 Strike 1 No wee 'l reason with him Cla. Where art thou Keeper Giue me a cup of wine 2 You shall haue Wine enough my Lord anon Cla. In Gods name what art thou 1 A man as you are Cla. But not as I am Royall 1 Nor you as we are Loyall Cla. Thy voice is Thunder but thy looks are humble 1 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speake Your eyes do menace me why looke you pale Who sent you hither Wherefore do you come 2 To to to Cla. To murther me Both. I I. Cla. You scarsely haue the hearts to tell me so And therefore cannot haue the hearts to do it Wherein my Friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shall be reconcil'd to him againe 2 Neuer my Lord therefore prepare to dye Cla. Are you drawne forth among a world of men To slay the innocent What is my offence Where is the Euidence that doth accuse me What lawfull Quest haue giuen their Verdict vp Vnto the frowning Iudge Or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of Law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope for any goodnesse That you depart and lay no hands on me The deed you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will do we do vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is our King Cla. Erroneous Vassals the great King of Kings Hath in the Table of his Law commanded That thou shalt do no murther Will you then Spurne at his Edict and fulfill a Mans Take heed for he holds Vengeance in his hand To hurle vpon their heads that breake his Law 2 And that same Vengeance doth he hurle on thee For false Forswearing and for murther too Thou did'st receiue the Sacrament to fight In quarrell of the House of Lancaster 1 And like a Traitor to the name of God Did'st breake that Vow and with thy treacherous blade Vnrip'st the Bowels of thy Sou'raignes Sonne 2 Whom thou was 't sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in such deere degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my Brother for his sake He sends you not to murther me for this For in that sinne he is as deepe as I. If God will be auenged for the deed O know you yet he doth it publiquely Take not the quarrell from his powrefull arme He needs no indirect or lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was strucke dead by thee Cla. My Brothers loue the Diuell and my Rage 1 Thy Brothers Loue our Duty and thy Faults Prouoke vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. If you do loue my Brother hate not me I am his Brother and I loue him well If you are hyr'd for meed go backe againe And I will send you to my Brother Glouster Who shall reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd Your Brother Glouster hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deere Go you to him from me 1 I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our Princely Father Yorke Blest his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme He little thought of this diuided Friendship Bid Glouster thinke on this and he will weepe 1 I Milstones as he lessoned
haue done my poore house grace For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes And pray 'em take their pleasures Choose Ladies King and An Bullen King The fairest hand I euer touch'd O Beauty Till now I neuer knew thee Musicke Dance Card. My Lord. Cham. Your Grace Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then my selfe to whom If I but knew him with my loue and duty I would surrender it Whisper Cham. I will my Lord. Card. What say they Cham. Such a one they all confesse There is indeed which they would haue your Grace Find out and he will take it Card. Let me see then By all your good leaues Gentlemen heere I le make My royall choyce Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall You hold a faire Assembly you doe well Lord You are a Churchman or I le tell you Cardinall I should iudge now vnhappily Card. I am glad Your Grace is growne so pleasant Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine Prethee come hither what faire Ladie 's that Cham. An 't please your Grace Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter the Viscount Rochford One of her Highnesse women Kin. By Heauen she is a dainty one Sweet heart I were vnmannerly to take you out And not to kisse you A health Gentlemen Let it goe round Card. Sir Thomas Louell is the Banket ready I' th' Priuy Chamber Lou. Yes my Lord. Card. Your Grace I feare with dancing is a little heated Kin. I feare too much Card. There 's fresher ayre my Lord In the next Chamber Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one Sweet Partner I must not yet forsake you Let 's be merry Good my Lord Cardinall I haue halfe a dozen healths To drinke to these faire Ladies and a measure To lead 'em once againe and then let 's dreame Who 's best in fauour Let the Musicke knock it Exeunt with Trumpets Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores 1. Whether away so fast 2. O God saue ye Eu'n to the Hall to heare what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham 1. I le saue you That labour Sir All 's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing backe the Prisoner 2. Were you there 1. Yes indeed was I. 2. Pray speake what ha's happen'd 1. You may guesse quickly what 2. Is he found guilty 1. Yes truely is he And condemn'd vpon 't 2. I am sorry for t 1. So are a number more 2. But pray how past it 1. I le tell you in a little The great Duke Came to the Bar where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty and alleadged Many sharpe reasons to defeat the Law The Kings Atturney on the contrary Vrg'd on the Examinations proofes confessions Of diuers witnesses which the Duke desir'd To him brought vina voce to his face At which appear'd against him his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour and Iohn Car Confessor to him with that Diuell Monke Hopkins that made this mischiefe 2. That was hee That fed him with his Prophecies 1. The same All these accus'd him strongly which â—e faine Would haue flung from him but indeed he could not And so his Peeres vpon this euidence Haue found him guilty of high Treason Much He spoke and learnedly for life But all Was either pittied in him or forgotten 2. After all this how did he beare himselfe â— When he was brought agen to th' Bar to heare His Knell rung out his Iudgement he was stir'd With such an Agony he sweat extreamly And somthing spoke in choller ill and hasty But he fell to himselfe againe and sweetly In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience 2. I doe not thinke he feares death 1. Sure he does not He neuer was so womanish the cause He may a little grieue at 2. Certainly The Cardinall is the end of this 1. T is likely By all coniectures First Kildares Attendure Then Deputy of Ireland who remou'd Earle Surrey was sent thither and in hast too Least he should helpe his Father 2. That tricke of State Was a deepe enuious one 1. At his returne No doubt he will requite it this is noted And generally who euer the King fauours The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment And farre enough from Court too 2. All the Commons Hate him perniciously and o' my Conscience Wish him ten faddom deepe This Duke as much They loue and doate on call him bounteous Buckingham The Mirror of all courtesie Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment Tipstaues before him the Axe with the edge towards him Halberds on each side accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell Sir Nicholas Vaux Sir Walter Sands and common people c. 1. Stay there Sir And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of 2. Let 's stand close and behold him Buck All good people You that thus farre haue come to pitty me Heare what I say and then goe home and lose me I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement And by that name must dye yet Heauen beare witnes And if I haue a Conscience let it sincke me Euen as the Axe falls if I be not faithfull The Law I beare no mallice for my death T' has done vpon the premises but Iustice But those that sought it I could wish more Christians Be what they will I heartily forgiue'em Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe Nor build their euils on the graues of great men For then my guiltlesse blood must cry against ' em For further life in this world I ne're hope Nor will I sue although the King haue mercieâ— More then I dare make faults You few that lou'd me And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham His Noble Friends and Fellowes whom to leaue Is only bitter to him only dying Goe with me like good Angels to my end And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice And lift my Soule to Heauen Lead on a Gods name Louell I doe beseech your Grace for charity If euer any malice in your heart Were hid against me now to forgiue me frankly Buck. Sir Thomas Louell I as free forgiue you As I would be forgiuen I forgiue all There cannot be those numberlesse offences Gainst me that I cannot take peace with No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue Commend mee to his Grace And if he speake of Buckingham pray tell him You met him halfe in Heauen my vowes and prayers Yet are the Kings and till my Soule forsake Shall cry for blessings on him May he liue Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares Euer belou'd and louing may his Rule be And when old Time shall lead him to his end Goodnesse and he fill vp one Monument Lou. To th' water side I must conduct your Grace Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux Who vndertakes you to your end Vaux Prepare there The Duke is comming See the Barge be ready And fit it with such furniture as
beleeue me These I know Who 's that that beares the Scepter 1 Marquesse Dorset And that the Earle of Surrey with the Rod. 2 A bold braue Gentleman That should bee The Duke of Suffolke 1 'T is the same high Steward 2 And that my Lord of Norfolke 1 Yes 2 Heauen blesse thee Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on Sir as I haue a Soule she is an Angell Our King has all the Indies in his Armes And more and richer when he straines that Lady I cannot blame his Conscience 1 They that beare The Cloath of Honour ouer her are foure Barons Of the Cinque Ports 2 Those men are happy And so are all are neere her I take it she that carries vp the Traine Is that old Noble Lady Dutchesse of Norfolke 1 It is and all the rest are Countesses 2 Their Coronets say so These are Starres indeed And sometimes falling ones 2 No more of that Enter a third Gentleman 1 God saue you Sir Where haue you bin broiling 3 Among the crow'd i' th' Abbey where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more I am stifled With the meere ranknesse of their ioy 2 You saw the Ceremony 3 That I did 1 How was it 3 Well worth the seeing 2 Good Sir speake it to vs 3 As well as I am able The rich streame Of Lords and Ladies hauing brought the Queene To a prepar'd place in the Quiâ—e fell off A distance from her while her Grace sate downe To rest a while some halfe an houre or so In a rich Chaire of State opposing freely The Beauty of her Person to the People Beleeue me Sir she is the goodliest Woman That euer lay by man which when the people Had the full view of such a noyse arose As the shrowdes make at Sea in a stiffe Tempest As lowd and to as many Tunes Hats Cloakes Doublets I thinke flew vp and had their Faces Bin loose this day they had beene lost Such ioy I neuer saw before Great belly'd women That had not halfe a weeke to go like Rammes In the old time of Warre would shake the prease And make 'em reele before ' em No man liuing Could say this is my wife there all were wouen So strangely in one peece 2 But what follow'd 3 At length her Grace rose and with modest paces Came to the Altar where she kneel'd and Saint-like Cast her faire eyes to Heauen and pray'd deuoutly Then rose againe and bow'd her to the people When by the Arch-byshop of Canterbury She had all the Royall makings of a Queene As holy Oyle Edward Confessors Crowne The Rod and Bird of Peace and all such Emblemes Laid Nobly on her which perform'd the Quire With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome Together sung Te Deum So she parted And with the same full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke-Place where the Feast is held 1 Sir You must no more call it Yorke-place that 's past For since the Cardinall fell that Titles lost 'T is now the Kings and call'd White-Hall 3 I know it But 't is so lately alter'd that the old name Is fresh about me 2 What two Reuerend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene 3 Stokeley and Gardiner the one of Winchester Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary The other London 2 He of Winchester Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops The vertuous Cranmer 3 All the Land knowes that How euer yet there is no great breach when it comes Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him 2 Who may that be I pray you 3 Thomas Cromwell A man in much esteeme with th' King and truly A worthy Friend The King ha's made him Master o' th' Iewell House And one already of the Priuy Councell 2 He will deserue more 3 Yes without all doubt Come Gentlemen ye shall go my way Which is to ' th Court and there ye shall be my Guests Something I can command As I walke thither I le tell ye more Both. You may command vs Sir Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Katherine Dowager sicke lead betweene Griffith her Gentleman Vsher and Patience her Woman Grif. How do's your Grace Kath. O Griffith sicke to death My Legges like loaden Branches bow to ' th' Earth Willing to leaue their burthen Reach a Chaire So now me thinkes I feele a little ease Did'st thou not tell me Griffith as thou lead'st mee That the great Childe of Honor Cardinall Wolsey Was dead Grif. Yes Madam but I thanke your Grace Out of the paine you suffer'd gaue no eare too 't Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith tell me how he dy'de If well he stept before me happily For my example Grif. Well the voyce goes Madam For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yoâ—ke and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted to his Answer He fell sicke sodainly and grew so ill He could not sit his Mule Kath. Alas poore man Grif. At last with easie Rodes he came to Leicester Lodg'd in the Abbey where the reuerend Abbot With all his Couent honourably receiu'd him To whom he gaue these words O Father Abbot An old man broken with the stormes of State Is come to lay his weary bones among ye Giue him a little earth for Charity So went to bed where eagerly his sicknesse Pursu'd him still and three nights after this About the houre of eight which he himselfe Foretold should be his last full of Repentance Continuall Meditations Teares and Sorrowes He gaue his Honors to the world agen His blessed part to Heauen and slept in peace Kath. So may he rest His Faults lye gently on him Yet thus farre Griffith giue me leaue to speake him And yet with Charity He was a man Of an vnbounded stomacke euer ranking Himselfe with Princes One that by suggestion Ty'de all the Kingdome Symonie was faire play His owne Opinion was his Law I' th' presence He would say vntruths and be euer double Both in his words and meaning He was neuer But where he meant to Ruine pittifull His Promises were as he then was Mighty But his performance as he is now Nothing Of his owne body he was ill and gaue The Clergy ill example Grif. Noble Madam Mens euill manners liue in Brasse their Vertues We write in Water May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now Kath. Yes good Griffith I were malicious else Grif. This Cardinall Though from an humble Stocke vndoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler and a ripe and good one Exceeding wise faire spoken and perswading Lofty and sowre to them that lou'd him not But to those men that sought him sweet as Summer And though he were vnsatisfied in getting Which was a sinne yet in bestowing Madam He was most Princely Euer witnesse for him Those twinnes of Learning that he rais'd in you Ipswich and Oxford one of which fell with him Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it The other
And am her Knight by proofe Ser. I goe my Lord. Enter Agamemnon Aga. Renew renew the fierce Polidamus Hath beate downe Menon bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner And stands Calossus-wise wauing his beame Vpon the pashed courses of the Kings Epistropus and Cedus Polixines is slaine Amphimacus and Thous deadly hurt Patroclus tane or slaine and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruised the dreadfull Sagittary Appauls our numbers haste we Diomed To re-enforcement or we perish all Enter Nestor Nest Coe beare Patroclus body to Achilles And bid the snaile-pac'd Aiax arme for shame There is a thousand Hectors in the field Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse And there lacks worke anoâ— he 's there a foote And there they flye or dye like scaled sculs Before the belching Whale then is he yonder And there the straying Greekes ripe for his edge Fall downe before him like the mowers swath Here there and euery where he leaues and takes Dexteritie so obaying appetite That what he will he does and does so much That proofe is call'd impossibility Enter Vlisses Vlis Oh courage courage Princes great Achilles Is arming weeping cursing vowing vengeance Patroclus wounds haue rouz'd his drowzie bloud Together with his mangled Myrmidons That noselesse handlesse hackt and chipt come to him Crying on Hector Aiax hath lost a friend And foames at mouth and he is arm'd and at it Roaring for Troylus who hath done to day Mad and fantasticke execution Engaging and redeeming of himselfe With such a carelesse force and forcelesse care As if that luck in very spight of cunning bad him win all Enter Aiax Aia. Troylus thou coward Troylus Exit Dio. I there there Nest So so we draw together Exit Enter Achilles Achil. Where is this Hector Come come thou boy-queller shew thy face Know what it is to meete Achilles angry Hector wher 's Hector I will none but Hector Exit Enter Aiax Aia. Troylus thou coward Troylus shew thy head Enter Diomed. Diom. Troylus I say wher 's Troylus Aia. What would'st thou Diom. I would correct him Aia. Were I the Generall Thou should'st haue my office Ere that correction Troylus I say what Troylus Enter Troylus Troy Oh traitour Diomed Turne thy false face thou traytor And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse Dio. Ha art thou there Aia. I le fight with him alone stand Diomed. Dio. He is my prize I will not looke vpon Troy Come both you coging Greekes haue at you both Exit Troylus Enter Hector Hect. Yea Troylus O well fought my yongest Brother Enter Achilles Achil. Now doe I see thee haue at thee Hector Hect. Pause if thou wilt Achil. I doe disdaine thy curtesie proud Troian Be happy that my armes are out of vse My rest and negligence befriends thee now But thou anon shalt heare of me againe Till when goe seeke thy fortune Exit Hect. Fare thee well I would haue beene much more a fresher man Had I expected thee how now my Brother Enter Troylus Troy Aiax hath tane Aeneas shall it be No by the flame of yonder glorious heauen He shall not carry him I le be tane too Or bring him off Fate heare me what I say I wreake nor though thou end my life to day Exit Enter one in Armour Hect. Stand stand thou Greeke Thou art a goodly marke No wilt thou not I like thy armour well I le frush it and vnlocke the riuets all But I le be maister of it wilt thou not beast abide Why then flye on I le hunt thee for thy hide Exit Enter Achilles with Myrmidons Achil. Come here about me you my Myrmidons Marke what I say attend me where I wheele Strike not a stroake but keepe your selues in breath And when I haue the bloudy Hector found Empale him with your weapons round about In fellest manner execute your arme Follow me sirs and my proceedings eye It is decreed Hector the great must dye Exit Enter Thersites Menelaus and Paris Ther. The Cuckold and the Cuckold maker are at it now bull now dogge lowe Paris lowe now my double hen'd sparrow lowe Paris lowe the bull has the game ware hornes ho Exit Paris and Menelaus Enter Bastard Bast Turne slaue and fight Ther. What art thou Bast A Bastard Sonne of Priams Ther. I am a Bastard too I loue Bastards I am a Bastard begot Bastard instructed Bastard in minde Bastard in valour in euery thing illegitimate one Beare will not bite another and wherefore should one Bastard take heede the quarrel 's most ominous to vs if the Sonne of a whore fight for a whore he tempts iudgement farewell Bastard Bast The diuell take thee coward Exeunt Enter Hector Hect. Most putrified core so faire without Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life Now is my daies worke done I le take good breath Rest Sword thou hast thy fill of bloud and death Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons Achil. Looke Hector how the Sunne begins to set How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne To close the day vp Hectors life is done Hect. I am vnarm'd forgoe this vantage Greeke Achil. Strike fellowes strike this is the man I seeke So Illion fall thou now Troy sinke downe Here lyes thy heart thy sinewes and thy bone On Myrmidons cry you all a maine Achilles hath the mighty Hector slaine Retreat Harke a retreat vpon our Grecian part Gree. The Troian Trumpets sounds the like my Lord. Achi. The dragon wing of night ore-spreds the earth And stickler-like the Armies seperates My halfe supt Sword that frankly would haue fed Pleas'd with this dainty bed thus goes to bed Come tye his body to my horses tayle Along the field I will the Troian traile Exeunt Sound Retreat Shout Enter Agamemnon Aiax Menelaus Nestor Diomed and the rest marching Aga. Harke harke what shout is that Nest Peace Drums Sold. Achilles Achilles Hector's slaine Achilles Dio. The bruite is Hector's slaine and by Achilles Aia. If it be so yet braglesse let it be Great Hector was a man as good as he Agam. March patiently along let one be sent To pray Achilles see vs at our Tent. If in his death the gods haue vs befrended Great Troy is ours and our sharpe wars are ended Exeunt Enter Aeneas Paris Anthenor and Deiphoebus Aene. Stand hoe yet are we maisters of the field Neuer goe home here starue we out the night Enter Troylus Troy Hector is slaine All. Hector the gods forbid Troy Hee 's dead and at the murtherers Horses taile In beastly sort drag'd through the shamefull Field Frowne on you heauens effect your rage with speede Sit gods vpon your throanes and smile at Troy I say at once let your briefe plagues be mercy And linger not our sure destructions on Aene. My Lord you doe discomfort all the Hoste Troy You vnderstand me not that tell me so I doe not speake of flight of feare of death But dare all imminence that gods and men
Peter Rom. Giue me that Mattocke the wrenching Iron Hold take this Letter early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father Giue me the light vpon thy life I charge thee What ere thou hear'st or seest stand all aloofe And do not interrupt me in my course Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my Ladies face But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious Ring a Ring that I must vse In deare employment therefore hence be gone But if thou iealous dost returne to prie In what I further shall intend to do By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are sauage wilde More fierce and more inexorable farre Then emptie Tygers or the roaring Sea Pet. I will be gone sir and not trouble you Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship take thou that Liue and be prosperous and farewell good fellow Pet. For all this faine I le hide me here about His lookes I feare and his intents I doubt Rom. Thou detestable mawe thou wombe of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open And in despight I le cram thee with more food Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague That murdred my Loues Cozin with which griefe It is supposed the faire Creature died And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies I will apprehend him Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague Can vengeance be pursued further then death Condemned vallaine I do apprehend thee Obey and go with me for thou must die Rom. I must indeed and therfore came I hither Good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man Flie hence and leaue me thinke vpon those gone Let them affright thee I beseech thee Youth Put not an other sin vpon my head By vrging me to furie O be gone By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe For I come hither arm'd against my selfe Stay not be gone liue and hereafter say A mad mans mercy bid thee run away Par. I do defie thy commisseration And apprehend thee for a Fellon here Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me Then haue at thee Boy Pet. O Lord they fight I will go call the Watch. Pa. O I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the Tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom. In faith I will let me peruse this face Mercutius kinsman Noble Countie Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not attend him as we rode I thinke He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet Said he not so Or did I dreame it so Or am I mad hearing him talke of Iuliet To thinke it was so O giue me thy hand One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke I le burie thee in a triumphant graue A Graue O no a Lanthorne slaughtred Youth For here lies Iuliet and her beautie makes This Vault a feasting presence full of light Death lie thou there by a dead man inter'd How oft when men are at the point of death Haue they beene merrie Which their Keepers call A lightning before death Oh how may I Call this a lightning O my Loue my Wife Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie Thou are not conquer'd Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips and in thy cheekes And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there Tybalt ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet O what more fauour can I do to thee Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine To sunder his that was thy enemie Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet Why art thou yet so faire I will beleeue Shall I beleeue that vnsubstantiall death is amorous And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes Thee here in darke to be his Paramour For feare of that I still will stay with thee And neuer from this Pallace of dym night Depart againe come lie thou in my armes Heere 's to thy health where ere thou tumblest in O true Appothecarie Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Depart againe here here will I remaine With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides O here Will I set vp my euerlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres From this world wearied flesh Eyes looke your last Armes take your last embrace And lips O you The doores of breath seale with a righteous kisse A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death Come bitter conduct come vnsauoury guide Thou desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing Rocks thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke Heere 's to my Loue. O true Appothecary Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Enter Frier with Lanthorne Crow and Spade Fri. St. Francis be my speed how oft to night Haue my old feet stumbled at graues Who 's there Man Here 's one a Friend one that knowes you well Fri. Blisse be vpon you Tell me good my Friend What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light To grubs and eyelesse Sculleâ— As I discerne It burneth in the Capels Monument Man It doth so holy sir And there 's my Master one that you loue Fri. Who is it Man Romeo Fri. How long hath he bin there Man Full halfe an houre Fri. Go with me to the Vault Man I dare not Sir My Master knowes not but I am gone hence And fearefully did menace me with death If I did stay to looke on his entents Fri. Stay then I le go alone feares comes vpon me O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing Man As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here I dreamt my maister and another fought And that my Maister slew him Fri. Romeo Alacke alacke what blood is this which staines The stony entrance of this Sepulcher What meane these Masterlesse and goarie Swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace Romeo oh pale who else what Paris too And steept in blood Ah what an vnknd houre Is guiltie of this lamentable chance The Lady stirs Iul. O comfortable Frier where 's my Lord I do remember well where I should be And there I am where is my Romeo Fri. I heare some noyse Lady come from that nest Of death contagion and vnnaturall sleepe A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our entents come come away Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead And Paris too come I le dispose of thee Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes Stay not to question for the watch is comming Come go good Iuliet I dare no longer stay Exit Iul. Go get thee hence for I will notuaway What 's here A cup clos'd in my true loâ—es hand Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle drinke all and lest no friendly drop To helpe me after I will kisse thy lips Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them To make me die wth a restoratiue Thy lips are warme Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead Boy which way Iul. Yea noise
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as
three Seruants Ser. My Lord my Lord. Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally You to Lord Lucius to Lord Lucullus you I hunted with his Honor to day you to Sempronius commend me to their loues and I am proud say that my occasions haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony let the request be fifty Talents Flam. As you haue said my Lord. Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus Humh Tim. Go you sir to the Senators Of whom euen to the States best health I haue Deseru'd this Hearing bid 'em send o' th' instant A thousand Talents to me Ste I haue beene bold For that I knew it the most generall way To them to vse your Signet and your Name But they do shake their heads and I am heere No richer in returne Tim. Is' t true Can 't be Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice That now they are at fall want Treature cannot Do what they would are sorrie you are Honourable But yet they could haue wisht they know not Something hath beene amisse a Noble Nature May catch a wrench would all were well t is pitty And so intending other serious matters After distastefull lookes and these hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps and cold mouing nods They froze me into Silence Tim. You Gods reward them Prythee man looke cheerely These old Fellowes Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary Their blood is cak'd 't is cold it sildome flowes 'T is lacke of kindely warmth they are not kinde And Nature as it growes againe toward earth Is fashion'd for the iourney dull and heauy Go to Ventiddius prythee be not sad Thou art true and honest Ingeniously I speake No blame belongs to thee Ventiddius lately Buried his Father by whose death hee 's stepp'd Into a great estate When he was poore Imprison'd and in scarsitie of Friends I cleer'd him with fiue Talents Greet him from me Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his Friend which craues to be remembred With those fiue Talents that had giue 't these Fellowes To whom 't is instant due Neu'r speake or thinke That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke Stew. I would I could not thinke it That thought is Bounties Foe Being free it selfe it thinkes all others so Exeunt Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master enters a seruant to him Ser. I haue told my Lord of you he is comming down to you Flam. I thanke you Sir Enter Lucullus Ser. Heere 's my Lord. Luc. One of Lord Timons men A Guift I warrant Why this hits right I dreampt of a Siluer Bason Ewre to night Flaminius honest Flaminius you are verie respectiuely welcome sir Fill me some Wine And how does that Honourable Compleate Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens thy very bountifull good Lord and Mayster Flam. His health is well sir Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir and what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake pretty Flaminius Flam. Faith nothing but an empty box Sir which in my Lords behalâ— I come to intreat your Honor to supply who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie Talents hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him nothing doubting your present assistance therein Luc. La la la la Nothing doubting sayes hee Alas good Lord a Noble Gentleman 't is if he would not keep so good a house Many a time and often I ha din'd with him and told him on 't and come againe to supper to him of purpose to haue him spend lesse and yet he wold embrace no counsell take no warning by my comming euery man has his fault and honesty is his I ha told him on 't but I could nere get him from 't Enter Seruant with Wine Ser. Please your Lordship heere is the Wine Luc. Flaminius I haue noted thee alwayes wise Heere 's to thee Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie prompt spirit giue thee thy due and one that knowes what belongs to reason and canst vse the time wel if the time vse thee well Good parts in thee get you gone sirrah Draw neerer honest Flaminius Thy Lords a bountifull Gentleman but thou art wise and thou know'st well enough although thou com'st to me that this is no time to lend money especially vpon bare friendshippe without securitie Here 's three Solidares for thee good Boy winke at me and say thou saw'st mee not Fare thee well Flam. Is' t possible the world should so much differ And we aliue that liued Fly damned basenesse To him that worships thee Luc. Ha Now I see thou art a Foole and sit for thy Master Exit L. Flam May these adde to the number y t may scald thee Let moulten Coine be thy damnation Thou disease of a friend and not himselfe Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart It turnes in lesse then two nights O you Gods I feele my Masters passion This Slaue vnto his Honor Has my Lords meate in him Why should it thriue and turne to Nutriment When he is turn'd to poyson O may Diseases onely worke vpon 't And when he 's sicke to death let not that part of Nature Which my Lord payd for be of any power To expell sicknesse but prolong his hower Exit Enter Lucius with three strangers Luc. Who the Lord Timon He is my very good friend and an Honourable Gentleman 1 We know him for no lesse thogh we are but strangers to him But I can tell you one thing my Lord and which I heare from common rumours now Lord Timons happie howres are done and past and his estate shrinkes from him Lucius Fye no doe not beleeue it hee cannot want for money 2 But beleeue you this my Lord that not long agoe one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many Talents nay vrg'd extreamly for 't and shewed what necessity belong'd too 't and yet was deny'de Luci. How 2 I tell you deny'de my Lord. Luci. What a strange case was that Now before the Gods I am asham'd on 't Denied that honourable man There was verie little Honour shew'd in 't For my owne part I must needes confesse I haue receyued some small kindnesses from him as Money Plate Iewels and such like Trifles nothing comparing to his yet had hee mistooke him and sent to me I should ne're haue denied his Occasion so many Talents Enter Seruilius Seruil See by good hap yonder 's my Lord I haue swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord. Lucil. Seruilius You are kindely met sir Farthewell commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord my very exquisite Friend Seruil May it please your Honour my Lord hath sent Luci. Ha what ha's he sent I am so much endeered to that Lord hee 's euer sending how shall I thank him think'st thou And what has he sent now Seruil Has onely sent his present Occasion now my Lord requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse with so many Talents Lucil. I know
not come That is enough to satisfie the Senate But for your priuate satisfaction Because I loue you I will let you know Calphurnia heere my wife stayes me at home She dreampt to night she saw my Statue Which like a Fountaine with an hundred spouts Did run pure blood and many lusty Romans Came smiling did bathe their hands in it And these does she apply for warnings and portents And euils imminent and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to day Deci. This Dreame is all amisse interpreted It was a vision faire and fortunate Your Statue spouting blood in many pipes In which so many smiling Romans bath'd Signifies that from you great Rome shall sucke Reuiuing blood and that great men shall presse For Tinctures Staines Reliques and Cognisance This by Calphurnia's Dreame is signified Caes And this way haue you well expounded it Deci. I haue when you haue heard what I can say And know it now the Senate haue concluded To giue this day a Crowne to mighty Caesar If you shall send them word you will not come Their mindes may change Besides it were a mocke Apt to be render'd for some one to say Breake vp the Senate till another time When Caesars wife shall meete with better Dreames If Caesar hide himselfe shall they not whisper Loe Caesar is affraid Pardon me Caesar for my deere deere loue To your proceeding bids me tell you this And reason to my loue is liable Caes How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia I am ashamed I did yeeld to them Giue me my Robe for I will go Enter Brutus Ligarius Metellus Caska Trebonius Cynna and Publius And looke where Publius is come to fetch me Pub. Good morrow Caesar Caes Welcome Publius What Brutus are you stirr'd so earely too Good morrow Caska Caius Ligarius Caesar was ne're so much your enemy As that same Ague which hath made you leane What is' t a Clocke Bru. Caesar 't is strucken eight Caes I thanke you for your paines and curtesie Enter Antony See Antony that Reuels long a-nights Is notwithstanding vp Good morrow Antony Ant. So to most Noble Caesar Caes Bid them prepare within I am too blame to be thus waited for Now Cynna now Metellus what Trebonius I haue an houres talke in store for you Remember that you call on me to day Be neere me that I may remember you Treb. Caesar I will and so neere will I be That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further Caes Good Friends go in and taste some wine with me And we like Friends will straight way go together Bru. That euery like is not the same O Caesar The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon Exeunt Enter Artemidorus Caesar beware of Brutus take heede of Cassius come not neere Caska haue an eye to Cynna trust not Trebonius marke well Metellus Cymber Decius Brutus loues thee not Thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius There is but one minde in all these men and it is bent against Caesar If thou beest not Immortall looke about you Security giues way to Conspiracie The mighty Gods defend thee Thy Louer Artemidorus Heere will I stand till Caesar passe along And as a Sutor will I giue him this My heart laments that Vertue cannot liue Out of the teeth of Emulation If thou reade this O Caesar thou mayest liue If not the Fates with Traitors do contriue Exit Enter Portia and Lucius Por. I prythee Boy run to the Senate-house Stay not to answer me but get thee gone Why doest thou stay Luc. To know my errand Madam Por. I would haue had thee there and heere agen Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there O Constancie be strong vpon my side Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue I haue a mans minde but a womans might How hard it is for women to keepe counsell Art thou heere yet Luc. Madam what should I do Run to the Capitoll and nothing else And so returne to you and nothing else Por. Yes bring me word Boy if thy Lord look well For he went sickly forth and take good note What Caesar doth what Sutors presse to him Hearke Boy what noyse is that Luc. I heare none Madam Por. Prythee listen well I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray And the winde brings it from the Capitoll Luc. Sooth Madam I heare nothing Enter the Soothsayer Por. Come hither Fellow which way hast thou bin Sooth. At mine owne house good Lady Por. What is' t a clocke Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitoll Sooth. Madam not yet I go to take my stand To see him passe on to the Capitoll Por. Thou hast some suite to Caesar hast thou not Sooth. That I haue Lady if it will please Caesar To bâ— so good to Caesar as to heare me I shall beseech him to befriend himselfe Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended towards him Sooth. None that I know will be Much that I feare may chance Good morrow to you heere the street is narrow The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles Of Senators of Praetors common Sutors Will crowd a feeble man almost to death I le get me to a place more voyd and there Speake to great Caesar as he comes along Exit Por. I must go in Aye me How weake a thing The heart of woman is O Brutus The Heauens speede thee in thine enterprize Sure the Boy heard me Brutus hath a suite That Caesar will not grant O I grow faint Run Lucius and commend me to my Lord Say I am merry Come to me againe And bring me word what he doth say to thee Exeunt Actus Tertius Flourish Enter Caesar Brutus Cassius Caska Decius Metellus Trebonius Cynna Antony Lepidus Artimedorus Publins and the Soothsayer Caes The Ides of March are come Sooth. I Caesar but not gone Art Haile Caesar Read this Scedule Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore-read At your best leysure this his humble suite Art O Caesar reade mine first for mine 's a suite That touches Caesar neerer Read it great Caesar Caes What touches vs our selfe shall be last seru'd Art Delay not Caesar read it instantly Caes What is the fellow mad Pub. Sirra giue place Cassi What vrge you your Petitions in the street Come to the Capitoll Popil I wish your enterprize to day may thriue Cassi What enterprize Popillius Popil Fare you well Bru. What said Popillius Lena Cassi He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue I feare our purpose is discouered Bru. Looke how he makes to Caesar marke him Cassi Caska be sodaine for we feare preuention Brutus what shall be done If this be knowne Cassius or Caesar neuer shall turne backe For I will slay my selfe Bru. Cassius be constant Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes For looke he smiles and Caesar doth not change Cassi Trebonius knowes his time for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way Deci. Where is
the stout Norweyan Rankes Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make Strange Images of death as thick as Tale Can post with post and euery one did beare Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence And powr'd them downe before him Ang. Wee are sent To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks Onely to harrold thee into his sight Not pay thee Rosse And for an earnest of a greater Honor He bad me from him call thee Thane of Cawdor In which addition haile most worthy Thane For it is thine Banq. What can the Deuill speake true Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes Ang. Who was the Thane liues yet But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life Which he deserues to loose Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe And vantage or that with both he labour'd In his Countreyes wracke I know not But Treasons Capitall confess'd and prou'd Haue ouerthrowne him Macb. Glamys and Thane of Cawdor The greatest is behinde Thankes for your paines Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me Promis'd no lesse to them Banq. That trusted home Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne Besides the Thane of Cawdor But 't is strange And oftentimes to winne vs to our harme The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths Winne vs with honest Trifles to betray 's In deepest consequence Cousins a word I pray you Macb. Two Truths are told As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperiall Theame I thanke you Gentlemen This supernaturall solliciting Cannot be ill cannot be good If ill why hath it giuen me earnest of successe Commencing in a Truth I am Thane of Cawdor If good why doe I yeeld to that suggestion Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes Against the vse of Nature Present Feares Are lesse then horrible Imaginings My Thought whose Murther yet is but fantasticall Shakes so my single state of Man That Function is smother'd in surmise And nothing is but what is not Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt Macb. If Chance will haue me King Why Chance may Crowne me Without my stirre Banq. Now Honors come vpon him Like our strange Garments cleaue not to their mould But with the aid of vse Macb. Come what come may Time and the Houre runs through the roughest Day Banq. Worthy Macbeth wee stay vpon your leysure Macb. Giue me your fauour My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten Kinde Gentlemen your paines are registred Where euery day I turne the Lease To reade them Let vs toward the King thinke vpon What hath chanc'd and at more time The Interim hauing weigh'd it let vs speake Our free Hearts each to other Banq. Very gladly Macb. Till then enough Come friends Exeunt Scena Quarta Flourish Enter King Lenox Malcolme Donalbaine and Attendants King Is execution done on Cawdor Or not those in Commission yet return'd Mal. My Liege they are not yet come back But I haue spoke with one that saw him die Who did report that very frankly hee Confess'd his Treasons implor'd your Highnesse Pardon And set forth a deepe Repentance Nothing in his Life became him Like the leauing it Hee dy'de As one that had beene studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd As 't were a carelesse Trifle King There 's no Art To finde the Mindes construction in the Face He was a Gentleman on whom I built An absolute Trust Enter Macbeth Banquo Rosse and Angus O worthyest Cousin The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now Was heauie on me Thou art so farre before That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow To ouertake thee Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might haue beene mine onely I haue left to say More is thy due then more then all can pay Macb. The seruice and the loyaltie I owe In doing it payes it selfe Your Highnesse part is to receiue our Duties And our Duties are to your Throne and State Children and Seruants which doe but what they should By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue And Honor. King Welcome hither I haue begun to plant thee and will labour To make thee full of growing Noble Banquo That hast no lesse deseru'd nor must be knowne No lesse to haue done so Let me enfold thee And hold thee to my Heart Banq. There if I grow The Haruest is your owne King My plenteous Ioyes Wanton in fulnesse seeke to hide themselues In drops of sorrow Sonnes Kinsmen Thanes And you whose places are the nearest know We will establish our Estate vpon Our eldest Malcolme whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland which Honor must Not vnaccompanied inuest him onely But signes of Noblenesse like Starres shall shine On all deseruers From hence to Envernes And binde vs further to you Macb. The Rest is Labor which is not vs'd for you I le be my selfe the Herbenger and make ioyfull The hearing of my Wife with your approach So humbly take my leaue King My worthy Cawdor Macb. The Prince of Cumberland that is a step On which I must fall downe or else o're-leape For in my way it lyes Starres hide your fires Let not Light see my black and deepe desires The Eye winke at the Hand yet let that bee Which the Eye feares when it is done to see Exit King True worthy Banquo he is full so valiant And in his commendations I am fed It is a Banquet to me Let 's after him Whose care is gone before to bid vs welcome It is a peerelesse Kinsman Flourish Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter Lady They met me in the day of successe and I haue learn'd by the perfect'st report they haue more in them then mortall knowledge When I burnt in desire to question them further they made themselues Ayre into which they vanish'd Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came Missiues from the King who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor by which Title before these weyward Sisters saluted me and referrâ—d me to the comming on of time with haile King that shalt be This haue I thought good to deliuer thee my dearest Partner of Greatnesse that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee Lay it to thy heart and farewell Glamys thou art and Cawdor and shalt be What thou art promis'd yet doe I feare thy Nature It is too full o' th' Milke of humane kindnesse To catch the neerest way Thou would'st be great Art not without Ambition but without The illnesse should attend it What thou would'st highly That would'st thou holily would'st not play false And yet would'st wrongly winne thou ld'st haue great Glamys that which cryes Thus thou must doe if thou haue it And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe Then wishest should be vndone
to the sticking place And wee 'le not fayle when Duncan is asleepe Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney Soundly inuite him his two Chamberlaines Will I with Wine and Wassell so conuince That Memorie the Warder of the Braine Shall be a Fume and the Receit of Reason A Lymbeck onely when in Swinish sleepe Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death What cannot you and I performe vpon Th' vnguarded Duncan What not put vpon His spungie Officers who shall beare the guilt Of our great quell Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose Nothing but Males Will it not be receiu'd When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two Of his owne Chamber and vs'd their very Daggers That they haue don 't Lady Who dares receiue it other As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore Vpon his Death Macb. I am settled and bend vp Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat Away and mock the time with fairest show False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Banquo and Fleance with a Torch before him Banq. How goes the Night Boy Fleance The Moone is downe I haue not heard the Clock Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue Fleance I take 't 't is later Sir Banq. Hold take my Sword There 's Husbandry in Heauen Their Candles are all out take thee that too A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me And yet I would not sleepe Mercifull Powers restraine in me the cursed thoughts That Nature giues way to in repose Enter Macbeth and a Seruant with a Torch Giue me my Sword who 's there Macb. A Friend Banq. What Sir not yet at rest the King 's a bed He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall By the name of most kind Hostesse And shut vp in measurelesse content Mac. Being vnprepar'd Our will became the seruant to defect Which else should free haue wrought Banq. All 's well I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters To you they haue shew'd some truth Macb. I thinke not of them Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse If you would graunt the time Banq. At your kind'st leysure Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent When 't is it shall make Honor for you Banq. So I lose none In seeking to augment it but still keepe My Bosome franchis'd and Allegeance cleare I shall be counsail'd Macb. Good repose the while Banq. Thankes Sir the like to you Exit Banquo Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse when my drinke is ready She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed Exit Is this a Dagger which I see before me The Handle toward my Hand Come let me clutch thee I haue thee not and yet I see thee still Art thou not fatall Vision sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A Dagger of the Minde a false Creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine I see thee yet in forme as palpable As this which now I draw Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going And such an Instrument I was to vse Mine Eyes are made the fooles o' th' other Sences Or else worth all the rest I see thee still And on thy Blade and Dudgeon Gouts of Blood Which was not so before There 's no such thing It is the bloody Businesse which informes Thus to mine Eyes Now o're the one halfe World Nature seemes dead and wicked Dreames abuse The Curtain'd sleepe Witchcraft celebrates Pale Heccats Offrings and wither'd Murther Alarum'd by his Centinell the Wolfe Whose howle's his Watch thus with his stealthy pace With Tarquins rauishing sides towards his designe Moues like a Ghost Thou sowre and firme-set Earth Heare not my steps which they may walke for feare Thy very stones prate of my where-about And take the present horror from the time Which now sutes with it Whiles I threat he liues Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues A Bell rings I goe and it is done the Bell inuites me Heare it not Duncan for it is a Knell That summons thee to Heauen or to Hell Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lady La. That which hath made thē drunk hath made me bold What hath quench'd them hath giuen me fire Hearke peace it was the Owle that shriek'd The fatall Bell-man which giues the stern'st good-night He is about it the Doores are open And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge With Snores I haue drugg'd their Possets That Death and Nature doe contend about them Whether they liue or dye Enter Macbeth Macb. Who 's there what hoa Lady Alack I am afraid they haue awak'd And 't is not done th' attempt and not the deed Confounds vs hearke I lay'd their Daggers ready He could not misse ' em Had he not resembled My Father as he slept I had don 't My Husband Macb. I haue done the deed Didst thou not heare a noyse Lady I heard the Owle schreame and the Crickets cry Did not you speake Macb. When Lady Now. Macb. As I descended Lady I. Macb. Hearke who lyes i' th' second Chamber Lady Donalbaine Mac. This is a sorry sight Lady A foolish thought to say a sorry sight Macb. There 's one did laugh in 's sleepe And one cry'd Murther that they did wake each other I stood and heard them But they did say their Prayers And addrest them againe to sleepe Lady There are two lodg'd together Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs and Amen the other As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands Listning their feare I could not say Amen When they did say God blesse vs. Lady Consider it not so deepely Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen I had most need of Blessing and Amen stuck in my throat Lady These deeds must not be thought After these wayes so it will make vs mad Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry Sleep no more Macbeth does murther Sleepe the innocent Sleepe Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care The death of each dayes Life sore Labors Bath Balme of hurt Mindes great Natures second Course Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast Lady What doe you meane Macb. Still it cry'd Sleepe no more to all the House Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe and therefore Cawdor Shall sleepe no more Macbeth shall sleepe no more Lady Who was it that thus cry'd why worthy Thane You doe vnbend your Noble strength to thinke So braine-sickly of things Goe get some Water And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand Why did you bring these Daggers from the place They must lye there goe carry them and smeare The sleepie Groomes with blood Macb. I le goe no more I am afraid to thinke what I haue done Looke on 't againe I dare not Lady Infirme of purpose Giue me the Daggers the sleeping and the dead Are but as Pictures 't
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 Maâ—b 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 tâ—hold 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 Quarâ—s 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 â—ose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of Birth-strangled Babe Dâ—tch-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
my Father brands the Harlot Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother King What is the cause Laertes That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like Let him go Gertrude Do not feare our person There 's such Diuinity doth hedge a King That Treason can but peepe to what it would Acts little of his will Tell me Laertes Why thou art thus Incenst Let him go Gertrude Speake man Laer. Where 's my Father King Dead Qu. But not by him King Let him demand his fill Laer. How came he dead I le not be Iuggel'd with To hell Allegeance Vowes to the blackest diuell Conscience and Grace to the profoundest Pit I dare Damnation to this point I stand That both the worlds I giue to negligence Let come what comes onely I le be reueng'd Most throughly for my Father King Who shall stay you Laer. My Will not all the world And for my meanes I le husband them so well They shall go farre with little King Good Laertes If you desire to know the certaintie Of your deere Fathers death if writ in your reuenge That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe Winner and Looser Laer. None but his Enemies King Will you know them then La. To his good Friends thus wide I le ope my Armes And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician Repast them with my blood King Why now you speake Like a good Childe and a true Gentleman That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death And am most sensible in greefe for it It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do's to your eye A noise within Let her come in Enter Ophelia Laer. How now what noise is that Oh heate drie vp my Braines teares seuen times salt Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye By Heauen thy madnesse shall be payed by waight Till our Scale turnes the beame Oh Rose of May Deere Maid kinde Sister sweet Ophelia Oh Heauens is' t possible a yong Maids wits Should be as mortall as an old mans life Nature is fine in Loue and where 't is fine It sends some precious instance of it selfe After the thing it loues Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer Hey non nony nony hey nony And on his graue raines many a teare Fare you well my Doue Laer. Had'st thou thy wits and did'st perswade Reuenge it could not moue thus Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe and you call him a-downe-a Oh how the wheele becomes it It is the false Steward that stole his masters daughter Laer. This nothings more then matter Ophe. There 's Rosemary that 's for Remembraunce Pray loue remember and there is Paconcies that 's for Thoughts Laer. A document in madnesse thoughts remembrance fitted Ophe. There 's Fennell for you and Columbines ther 's Rew for you and heere 's some for me Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference There 's a Daysie I would giue you some Violets but they wither'd all when my Father dyed They say he made a good end For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy Laer. Thought and Affliction Passion Hell it selfe She turnes to Fauour and to prettinesse Ophe. And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no he is dead go to thy Death-bed He neuer wil come againe His Beard as white as Snow All Flaxen was his Pole He is gone he is gone and we cast away mone Gramercy on his Soule And of all Christian Soules I pray God God buy ye Exeunt Ophelia Laer. Do you see this you Gods King Laertes I must common with your greefe Or you deny me right go but apart Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch'd we will our Kingdome giue Our Crowne our Life and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction But if not Be you content to lend your patience to vs And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content Laer. Let this be so His meanes of death his obscure buriall No Trophee Sword nor Hatchment o're his bones No Noble rite nor formall ostentation Cry to be heard as 't were from Heauen to Earth That I must call in question King So you shall And where th' offence is let the great Axe fall I pray you go with me Exeunt Enter Horatio with an Attendant Hora. What are they that would speake with me Ser. Saylors sir they say they haue Letters for you Hor. Let them come in I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet Enter Saylor Say God blesse you Sir Hor. Let him blesse thee too Say Hee shall Sir and 't please him There 's a Letter for you Sir It comes from th' Ambassadours that was bound for England if your name be Horatio as I am let to know it is Reads the Letter HOratio When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this giue these Fellowes some meanes to the King They haue Letters for him Ere we were two dayes old at Sea a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace Finding our selues too slow of Saile we put on a compelled Valour In the Grapple I boorded them On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe so I alone became their Prisoner They haue dealt with mee like Theeues of Mercy but they knew what they did I am to doe a good turne for them Let the King haue the Letters I haue sent and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest flye death I haue words to speake in your eare will make thee-dumbe yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am Rosincrance and Guildensterne hold their course for England Of them I haue much to tell thee Farewell He that thou knowest thine Hamlet Come I will giue you way for these your Letters And do 't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them Exit Enter King and Laertes King Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for Friend Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare That he which hath your Noble Father slaine Pursued my life Laer. It well appeares But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feates So crimefull and so Capitall in Nature As by your Safety Wisedome all things else You mainly were stirr'd vp King O for two speciall Reasons Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnowed And yet to me they are strong The Queen his Mother Liues almost by his lookes and for my selfe My Vertue or my Plague be it either which She 's so coniunctiue to my life and soule That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere I could not but by her The other Motiue Why to a publike count I might not go Is the great
great matter there Ham. Why Clo. 'T will not be seene in him there the men are as mad as he Ham. How came he mad Clo. Very strangely they say Ham. How strangely Clo. Faith e'ene with loosing his wits Ham. Vpon what ground Clo. Why heere in Denmarke I haue bin sixeteene heere man and Boy thirty yeares Ham. How long will a man lie ' i th' earth ere he rot Clo. I faith if he be not rotten before he die as we haue many pocky Coarses now adaies that will scarce hold the laying in he will last you some eight yeare or nine yeare A Tanner will last you nine yeare Ham. Why he more then another Clo. Why sir his hide is so tan'd with his Trade that he will keepe out water a great while And your water is a sore Decayer of your horson dead body Here 's a Scull now this Scul has laine in the earth three twenty years Ham. Whose was it Clo. A whoreson mad Fellowes it was Whose doe you thinke it was Ham. Nay I know not Clo. A pestlence on him for a mad Rogue a pou'rd a Flaggon of Renish on my head once This same Scull Sir this same Scull sir was Yoricks Scull the Kings Iester Ham. This Clo. E'ene that Ham. Let me see Alas poore Yorick I knew him Horatio a fellow of infinite Iest of most excellent fancy he hath borne me on his backe a thousand times And how abhorred my Imagination is my gorge rises at it Heere hung those lipps that I haue kist I know not how oft VVhere be your libes now Your Gambals Your Songs Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore No one now to mock your own Ieering Quite chopfalne Now get you to my Ladies Chamber and tell her let her paint an inch thicke to this fauour she must come Make her laugh at that prythee Horatio tell me one thing Hor. What 's that my Lord Ham. Dost thou thinke Alexander lookt o' this fashion i' th' earth Hor. E'ene so Ham. And smelt so Puh Hor. E'ene so my Lord. Ham. To what base vses we may returne Horatio Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole Hor. 'T were to consider to curiously to consider so Ham. No faith not a iot But to follow him thether with modestie enough likeliehood to lead it as thus Alexander died Alexander was buried Alexander returneth into dust the dust is earth of earth we make Lome and why of that Lome whereto he was conuerted might they not stopp a Beere-barrell Imperiall Caesar dead and turn'd to clay Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away Oh that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a Wall t' expell the winters flaw But soft but soft aside heere comes the King Enter King Queene Laertes and a Coffin with Lords attendant The Queene the Courtiers Who is that they follow And with such maimed rites This doth betoken The Coarse they follow did with disperate hand Fore do it owne life 't was some Estate Couch we a while and mark Laer. What Cerimony else Ham. That is Laertes a very Noble youth Marke Laer. What Cerimony else Priest Her Obsequies haue bin as farre inlarg'd As we haue warrantis her death was doubtfull And but that great Command o're-swaies the order She should in ground vnsanctified haue lodg'd Till the last Trumpet For charitable praier Shardes Flints and Peebles should be throwne on her Yet heere she is allowed her Virgin Rites Her Maiden strewments and the bringing home Of Bell and Buriall Laer. Must there no more be done Priest No more be done We should prophane the seruice of the dead To sing sage Requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted Soules Laer. Lay her i' th' earth And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh May Violets spring I tell thee churlish Priest A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be When thou liest howling Ham. What the faire Ophelia Queene Sweets to the sweet farewell I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt sweet Maid And not t' haue strew'd thy Graue Laer. Oh terrible woer Fall ten times trebble on that cursed head Whose wicked deed thy most Ingenious sence Depriu'd thee of Hold off the earth a while Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes Leaps in the graue Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made To o're top old Pelion or the skyish head Of blew Olympus Ham. What is he whose griefes Beares such an Emphasis whose phrase of Sorrow Coniure the wandring Starres and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers This is I Hamlet the Dane Laer. The deuill take thy soule Ham. Thou prai'st not well I prythee take thy fingers from my throat Sir though I am not Spleenatiue and rash Yet haue I something in me dangerous Which let thy wisenesse feare Away thy hand King Pluck them asunder Qu. Hamlet Hamlet Gen. Good my Lord be quiet Ham. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme Vntill my eielids will no longer wag Qu. Oh my Sonne what Theame Ham. I lou'd Ophelia fortie thousand Brothers Could not with all there quantitie of Loue Make vp my summe What wilt thou do for her King Oh he is mad Laertes Qu. For loue of God forbeare him Ham. Come show me what thou'lt doe Woo't weepe Woo't fight Woo't teare thy selfe Woo't drinke vp Esile eate a Crocodile I le doo 't Dost thou come heere to whine To outface me with leaping in her Graue Be buried quicke with her and so will I. And if thou prate of Mountaines let them throw Millions of Akers on vs till our ground Sindging his pate against the burning Zone Make Ossa like a wart Nay and thou l't mouth I le rant as well as thou Kin. This is meere Madnesse And thus awhile the fit will worke on him Anon as patient as the female Doue When that her golden Cuplet are disclos'd His silence will sit drooping Ham. Heare you Sir What is the reason that you vse me thus I loud you euer but it is no matter Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may The Cat will Mew and Dogge will haue his day Exit Kin. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him Strengthen you patience in our last nights speech Wee 'l put the matter to the present push Good Gertrude set some watch ouer your Sonne This Graue shall haue a liuing Monument An houre of quiet shortly shall we see Till then in patience our proceeding be Exeunt Enter Hamlet and Horatio Ham. So much for this Sir now let me see the other You doe remember all the Circumstance Hor. Remember it my Lord Ham. Sir in my heart there was a kinde of fighting That would not let me sleepe me thought I lay Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes rashly And praise be rashnesse for it let vs know Our
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
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 〈◊〉 instantly I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon faâ—â—orer moment I do think there is mettle in death which â—mits 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
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.
a Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris if in the holding or losse of that you terme her fraile I do nothing doubt you haue store of Theeues notwithstanding I feare not my Ring Phil. Let vs leaue heere Gentlemen Post Sir with all my heart This worthy Signior I thanke him makes no stranger of me we are familiar at first Iach. With fiue times so much conuersation I should get ground of your faire Mistris make her go backe euen to the yeilding had I admittance and opportunitie to friend Post No no. Iach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate to your Ring which in my opinion o're-values it something but I make my wager rather against your Confidence then her Reputation And to barre your offence heerein to I durst attempt it against any Lady in the world Post You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a perswasion and I doubt not you sustaine what y' are worthy of by your Attempt Iach. What 's that Posth A Repulse though your Attempt as you call it deserue more a punishment too Phi. Gentlemen enough of this it came in too sodainely let it dye as it was borne and I pray you be better acquainted Iach. Would I had put my Estate and my Neighbors on th' approbation of what I haue spoke Post What Lady would you chuse to assaile Iach. Yours whom in constancie you thinke stands so safe I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your Ring that commend me to the Court where your Lady is with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a second conference and I will bring from thence that Honor of hers which you imagine so reseru'd Posthmus I will wage against your Gold Gold to it My Ring I holde deere as my finger 't is part of it Iach. You are a Friend and there in the wiser if you buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram you cannot preseure it from tainting but I see you haue some Religion in you that you feare Posthu This is but a custome in your tongue you beare a grauer purpose I hope Iach. I am the Master of my speeches and would vnder-go what 's spoken I sweare Posthu Will you I shall but lend my Diamond till your returne let there be Couenants drawne between 's My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse the hugenesse of your vnworthy thinking I dare you to this match heere 's my Ring Phil. I will haue it no lay Iach. By the Gods it is one if I bring you no sufficient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily part of your Mistris my ten thousand Duckets are yours so is your Diamond too if I come off and leaue her in such honour as you haue trust in Shee your Iewell this your Iewell and my Gold are yours prouided I haue your commendation for my more free entertainment Post I embrace these Conditions let vs haue Articles betwixt vs onely thus farre you shall answere if you make your voyage vpon her and giue me directly to vnderstand you haue preuayl'd I am no further your Enemy shee is not worth our debate If shee remaine vnseduc'd you not making it appeare otherwise for your ill opinion and th' assault you haue made to her chastity you shall answer me with your Sword Iach. Your hand a Couenant wee will haue these things set downe be lawfull Counsell and straight away for Britaine least the Bargaine should catch colde and sterue I will fetch my Gold and haue our two Wagers recorded Post Agreed French Will this hold thinke you Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it Pray let vs follow ' em Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Queene Ladies and Cornelius Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground Gather those Flowers Make haste Who ha's the note of them Lady I Madam Queen Dispatch Exit Ladies Now Master Doctor haue you brought those drugges Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes I here they are Madam But I beseech your Grace without offence My Conscience bids me aske wherefore you haue Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds Which are the moouers of a languishing death But though slow deadly Qu. I wonder Doctor Thou ask'st me such a Question Haue I not bene Thy Pupill long Hast thou not learn'd me how To make Perfumes Distill Preserue Yea so That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft For my Confections Hauing thus farre proceeded Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish is' t not meete That I did amplifie my iudgement in Other Conclusions I will try the forces Of these thy Compounds on such Creatures as We count not worth the hanging but none humane To try the vigour of them and apply Allayments to their Act and by them gather Their seuerall vertues and effects Cor. Your Highnesse Shall from this practise but make hard your heart Besides the seeing these effects will be Both noysome and infectious Qu. O content thee Enter Pisanio Heere comes a flattering Rascall vpon him Will I first worke Hee 's for his Master And enemy to my Sonne How now Pisanio Doctor your seruice for this time is ended Take your owne way Cor. I do suspect you Madam But you shall do no harme Qu. Hearke thee a word Cor. I do not like her She doth thinke she ha's Strange ling'ring poysons I do know her spirit And will not trust one of her malice with A drugge of such damn'd Nature Those she ha's Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while Which first perchance shee 'l proue on Cats and Dogs Then afterward vp higher but there is No danger in what shew of death it makes More then the locking vp the Spirits a time To be more fresh reuiuing She is fool'd With a most false effect and I the truer So to be false with her Qu. No further seruice Doctor Vntill I send for thee Cor. I humbly take my leaue Exit Qu. Weepes she still saist thou Dost thou thinke in time She will not quench and let instructions enter Where Folly now possesses Do thou worke When thou shalt bring me word she loues my Sonne I le tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy Master Greater for His Fortunes all lye speechlesse and his name Is at last gaspe Returne he cannot nor Continue where he is To shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another And euery day that comes comes to decay A dayes worke in him What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing that leanes Who cannot be new built nor ha's no Friends So much as but to prop him Thou tak'st vp Thou know'st not what But take it for thy labour It is a thing I made which hath the King Fiue times redeem'd from death I do not know What is more Cordiall Nay I prythee take it It is an earnest of a farther good That I meane to thee Tell thy Mistris how The case stands with her doo 't as from thy selfe Thinke what a chance thou changest on but thinke Thou hast thy Mistris still to boote
mine are titles but of scorne If that thy Gentry Britaine go before This Lowt as he exceeds our Lords the oddes Is that we scarse are men and you are Goddes Exit The Battaile continues the Britaines fly Cymbeline is taken Then enter to his rescue Bellarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. Stand stand we haue th' aduantage of the ground The Lane is guarded Nothing rowts vs but The villany of our feares Gui. Arui Stand stand and fight Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britaines They Rescue Cymbeline and Exeunt Then enter Lucius Iachimo and Imogen Luc. Away boy from the Troopes and saue thy selfe For friends kil friends and the disorder's such As warre were hood-wink'd Iac. 'T is their fresh supplies Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely or betimes Let 's re-inforce or fly Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Posthumus and a Britaine Lord. Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand Post I did Though you it seemes come from the Fliers Lo I did Post No blame be to you Sir for all was lost But that the Heauens fought the King himselfe Of his wings destitute the Army broken And but the backes of Britaines seene all flying Through a strait Lane the Enemy full-hearted Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring hauing worke More plentifull then Tooles to doo 't strooke downe Some mortally some slightly touch'd some falling Meerely through feare that the strait passe was damm'd With deadmen hurt behinde and Cowards liuing To dye with length'ned shame Lo. Where was this Lane Post Close by the battell ditch'd wall'd with turph Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour An honest one I warrant who deseru'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to In doing this for 's Country Athwart the Lane He with two striplings Lads more like to run The Country base then to commit such slaughter With faces fit for Maskes or rather fayrer Then those for preseruation cas'd or shame Made good the passage cryed to those that fled Our Britaines hearts dye flying not our men To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards stand Or we are Romanes and will giue you that Like beasts which you shun beastly and may saue But to looke backe in frowne Stand stand These three Three thousand confident in acte as many For three performers are the File when all The rest do nothing With this word stand stand Accomodated by the Place more Charming With their owne Noblenesse which could haue turn'd A Distaffe to a Lance guilded pale lookes Part shame part spirit renew'd that some turn'd coward But by example Oh a sinne in Warre Damn'd in the first beginners gan to looke The way that they did and to grin like Lyons Vpon the Pikes o' th' Hunters Then beganne A stop i' th' Chaser a Retyre Anon A Rowt confusion thicke forthwith they flye Chickens the way which they stopt Eagles Slaues The strides the Victors made and now our Cowards Like Fragments in hard Voyages became The life o' th' need hauing found the backe doore open Of the vnguarded hearts heauens how they wound Some slaine before some dying some their Friends Ore-borne i' th' former waue ten chac'd by one Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty Those that would dye or ere resist are growne The mortall bugs o' th' Field Lord. This was strange chance A narrow Lane an old man and two Boyes Post Nay do not wonder at it you are made Rather to wonder at the things you heare Then to worke any Will you Rime vpon 't And vent it for a Mock'rie Heere is one Two Boyes an Oldman twice a Boy a Lane Preseru'd the Britaines was the Romanes bane Lord. Nay be not angry Sir Post Lacke to what end Who dares not stand his Foe I le be his Friend For if hee 'l do as he is made to doo I know hee 'l quickly flye my friendship too You haue put me into Rime Lord. Farewell you 're angry Exit Post Still going This is a Lord Oh Noble misery To be i' th' Field and aske what newes of me To day how many would haue giuen their Honours To haue sau'd their Carkasses Tooke heele to doo 't And yet dyed too I in mine owne woe charm'd Could not finde death where I did heare him groane Nor feele him where he strooke Being an vgly Monster 'T is strange he hides him in fresh Cups soft Beds Sweet words or hath moe ministers then we That draw his kniues i' th' War Well I will finde him For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine No more a Britaine I haue resum'd againe The part I came in Fight I will no more But yeeld me to the veriest Hinde that shall Once touch my shoulder Great the slaughter is Heere made by ' th' Romane great the Answer be Britaines must take For me my Ransome 's death On eyther side I come to spend my breath Which neyther heere I le keepe nor beare agen But end it by some meanes for Imogen Enter two Captaines and Soldiers 1 Great Iupiter be prais'd Lucius is taken 'T is thought the old man and his sonnes were Angels 2 There was a fourth man in a silly habit That gaue th' Affront with them 1 So 't is reported But none of 'em can be found Stand who 's there Post A Roman Who had not now beene drooping heere if Seconds Had answer'd him 2 Lay hands on him a Dogge A legge of Rome shall not returne to tell What Crows haue peckt them here he brags his seruice As if he were of note bring him to ' th' King Enter Cymbeline Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Romane Captiues The Captaines present Posthumus to Cymbeline who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler Scena Quarta Enter Posthumus and Gaoler Gao You shall not now be stolne You haue lockes vpon you So graze as you finde Pasture 2. Gao I or a stomacke Post Most welcome bondage for thou art a way I thinke to liberty yet am I better Then one that 's sicke o' th' Gowt since he had rather Groane so in perpetuity then be cur'd By ' th ' sure Physitian Death who is the key T'vnbarre these Lockes My Conscience thou art fetter'd More then my shanks wrists you good Gods giue me The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt Then free for euer Is' t enough I am sorry So Children temporall Fathers do appease Gods are more full of mercy Must I repent I cannot do it better then in Gyues Desir'd more then constrain'd to satisfie If of my Freedome 't is the maine part take No stricter render of me then my All. I know you are more clement then vilde men Who of their broken Debtors take a third A sixt a tenth letting them thriue againe On their abatement that 's not my desire For Imogens deere life take mine and though 'T is not so deere yet 't is a life you coyn'd it 'Tweene man and man they waigh not euery stampe Though light take Peeces for the figures sake You rather mine