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 ânew 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
me Isabell Isa Oh fie fie fie Thy sinn's not accidentall but a Trade Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd 'T is best that thou diest quickly Cla. Oh heare me Isabella Duk. Vouchsafe a word yong sister but one word Isa What is your Will Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure I would by and by haue some speech with you the satisfaction I would require is likewise your owne benefit Isa I haue no superfluous leysure my stay must be stolen out of other affaires but I will attend you a while Duke Son I haue ouer-heard what hath past between you your sister Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt her onely he hath made an assay of her vertue to practise his iudgement with the disposition of natures She hauing the truth of honour in her hath made him that gracious deniall which he is most glad to receiue I am Confessor to Angelo and I know this to be true therfore prepare your selfe to death do not satisfie your resolution with hopes that are fallible to morrow you must die goe to your knees and make ready Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon I am so out of loue with life that I will sue to be rid of it Duke Hold you there farewell Prouost a word with you Pro. What 's your will father Duk. That now you are come you wil be gone leaue me a while with the Maid my minde promises with my habit no losse shall touch her by my company Pro. In good time Exit Duk. The hand that hath made you faire hath made you good the goodnes that is cheape in beauty makes beauty briefe in goodnes but grace being the soule of your complexion shall keepe the body of it euer faire the assault that Angelo hath made to you Fortune hath conuaid to my vnderstanding and but that frailty hath examples for his falling I should wonder at Angelo how will you doe to content this Substitute and to saue your Brother Isab I am now going to resolue him I had rather my brother die by the Law then my sonne should be vnlawfullie borne But oh how much is the good Duke deceiu'd in Angelo if euer he returne and I can speake to him I will open my lips in vaine or discouer his gouernment Duke That shall not be much amisse yet as the matter now stands he will auoid your accusation he made triall of you onelie Therefore fasten your eare on my aduisings to the loue I haue in doing good a remedie presents it selfe I doe make my selfe beleeue that you may most vprighteously do a poor wronged Lady a merited benefit redeem your brother from the angry Law doe no staine to your owne gracious person and much please the absent Duke if peraduenture he shall euer returne to haue hearing of this businesse Isab Let me heare you speake farther I haue spirit to do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my spirit Duke Vertue is bold and goodnes neuer fearefull Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of Fredericke the great Souldier who miscarried at Sea Isa I haue heard of the Lady and good words went with her name Duke Shee should this Angelo haue married was affianced to her oath and the nuptiall appointed between which time of the contract and limit of the solemnitie her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea hauing in that perished vessell the dowry of his sister but marke how heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman there she lost a noble and renowned brother in his loue toward her euer most kinde and naturall with him the portion and sinew of her fortune her marriage dowry with both her combynate-husband this well-seeming Angelo Isab Can this be so did Angelo so leaue her Duke Left her in her teares dried not one of them with his comfort swallowed his vowes whole pretending in her discoueries of dishonor in few bestow'd her on her owne lamentation which she yet weares for his sake and he a marble to her teares is washed with them but relents not Isab What a merit were it in death to take this poore maid from the world what corruption in this life that it will let this man liue But how out of this can shee auaile Duke It is a rupture that you may easily heale and the cure of it not onely saues your brother but keepes you from dishonor in doing it Isab Shew me how good Father Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection his vniust vnkindenesse that in all reason should haue quenched her loue hath like an impediment in the Current made it more violent and vnruly Goe you to Angelo answere his requiring with a plausible obedience agree with his demands to the point onely referre your selfe to this aduantage first that your stay with him may not be long that the time may haue all shadow and silence in it and the place answere to conuenience this being granted in course and now followes all wee shall aduise this wronged maid to steed vp your appointment goe in your place if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter it may compell him to her recompence and heere by this is your brother saued your honor vntainted the poore Mariana aduantaged and the corrupt Deputy scaled The Maid will I frame and make fit for his attempt if you thinke well to carry this as you may the doublenes of the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe What thinke you of it Isab The image of it giues me content already and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection Duk. It lies much in your holding vp haste you speedily to Angelo if for this night he intreat you to his bed giue him promise of satisfaction I will presently to S. Lukes there at the moated-Grange recides this deiected Mariana at that place call vpon me and dispatch with Angelo that it may be quickly Isab I thank you for this comfort fare you well good father Exit Enter Elbow Clowne Officers Elb. Nay if there be no remedy for it but that you will needes buy and sell men and women like beasts we shall haue all the world drinke browne white bastard Duk. Oh heauens what stuffe is heere Clow. T was neuer merry world since of two vsuries the merriest was put downe and the worser allow'd by order of Law a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme and furd with Foxe and Lamb-skins too to signifie that craft being richer then Innocency stands for the facing Elb. Come your way sir blesse you good Father Frier Duk. And you good Brother Father what offence hath this man made you Sir Elb. Marry Sir he hath offended the Law and Sir we take him to be a Theefe too Sir for wee haue found vpon him Sir a strange Pick-lock which we haue sent to the Deputie Duke Fie sirrah a Bawd a wicked bawd The euill that thou causest to be done That is thy meanes to liue Do thou but
praie you examine him vpon that point Leon. I thanke thee for thy care and honest paines Const Your vvorship speakes like a most thankefull and reuerend youth and I praise God for you Leon. There 's for thy paines Const God saue the foundation Leon. Goe I discharge thee of thy prisoner and I thanke thee Const I leaue an arrant knaue vvith your vvorship which I beseech your worship to correct your selfe for the example of others God keepe your vvorship I wish your worship vvell God restore you to health I humblie giue you leaue to depart and if a merrie meeting may be wisht God prohibite it come neighbour Leon. Vntill to morrow morning Lords farewell Exeunt Brot Farewell my Lords vve looke for you to morrow Prin. We will not faile Clau. To night I le mourne with Hero Leon. Bring you these fellowes on wee l talke vvith Margaret how her acquaintance grew vvith this lewd fellow Exeunt Enter Benedicke and Margaret Ben. Praie thee sweete Mistris Margaret deserue vvell at my hands by helping mee to the speech of Beatrice Mar. Will you then write me a Sonnet in praise of my beautie Bene. In so high a stile Margaret that no man liuing shall come ouer it for in most comely truth thou deseruest it Mar. To haue no man come ouer me why shall I alwaies keepe below staires Bene. Thy wit is as quicke as the grey-hounds mouth it catches Mar. And yours as blunt as the Fencers foiles which hit but hurt not Bene. A most manly wit Margaret it will not hurt a woman and so I pray thee call Beatrice I giue thee the bucklers Mar. Giue vs the swords wee haue bucklers of our owne Bene. If you vse them Margaret you must put in the pikes with a vice and they are dangerous weapons for Maides Mar. Well I will call Beatrice to you who I thinke hath legges Exit Margarite Ben. And therefore will come The God of loue that sits aboue and knowes me and knowes me how pittifull I deserue I meane in singing but in louing Leander the good swimmer Troâlous the first imploier of pandars and a whole booke full of these quondam carpet-mongers whose name yet runne smoothly in the euen rode of a blanke verse why they were neuer so truely turned ouer and ouer as my poore selfe in loue marrie I cannot shew it rime I haue tried I can finde out no rime to Ladie but babie an innocent rime for scorne horne a hard time for schoole foole a babling time verie ominous endings no I was not borne vnder a riming Plannet for I cannot wooe in festiuall tearmes Enter Beatrice sweete Beatrice would'st thou come when I cal'd thee Beat. Yea Signior and depart when you bid me Bene. O stay but till then Beat. Then is spoken fare you well now and yet ere I goe let me goe with that I came which is with knowing what hath past betweene you and Claudio Bene. Onely foule words and thereupon I will kisse thee Beat. Foule words is but foule wind and foule wind is but foule breath and foule breath is noisome therefore I will depart vnkist Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sence so forcible is thy wit but I must tell thee plainely Claudio vndergoes my challenge and either I must shortly heare from him or I will subscribe him a coward and I pray thee now tell me for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in loue with me Beat. For them all together which maintain'd so politique a state of euill that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them but for which of my good parts did you first suffer loue for me Bene. Suffer loue a good epithite I do suffer loue indeede for I loue thee against my will Beat. In spight of your heart I think alas poore heart if you spight it for my sake I will spight it for yours for I will neuer loue that which my friend hates Bened. Thou and I are too wise to wooe peaceablie Bea. It appeares not in this confession there 's not one wise man among twentie that will praise himselfe Bene. An old an old instance Beatrice that liu'd in the time of good neighbours if a man doe not erect in this age his owne tombe ere he dies hee shall liue no longer in monuments then the Bels ring the Widdow weepes Beat. And how long is that thinke you Ben. Question why an hower in clamour and a quarter in rhewme therfore is it most expedient for the wife if Don worme his conscience finde no impediment to the contrarie to be the trumpet of his owne vertues as I am to my selfe so much for praising my selfe who I my selfe will beare witnesse is praise worthie and now tell me how doth your cosin Beat. Verie ill Bene. And how doe you Beat. Verie ill too Enter Vrsula Bene. Serue God loue me and mend there will I leaue you too for here comes one in haste Vrs Madam you must come to your Vncle yonder 's old coile at home it is prooued my Ladie Hero hath bin falselie accusde the Prince and Claudio mightilie abusde and Don Iohn is the author of all who is fled and gone will you come presentlie Beat. Will you go heare this newes Signior Bene. I will hue in thy heart die in thy lap and be buried in thy eies and moreouer I will goe with thee to thy Vncles Exeunt Enter Claudio Prince and three or foure with Tapers Clau. Is this the monument of Leonato Lord. It is my Lord. Epitaph Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies Death in guerdon of her wrongs Giues her fame which neuer dies So the life that dyed with shame Liues in death with glorious fame Hang thou there vpon the tombe Praising her when I am dombe Clau. Now musick sound sing your solemn hymne Song Pardon goddesse of the night Those that slew thy virgin knight For the which with songs of woe Round about her tombe they goe Midnight assist our mone helpe vs to sigh and grone Heauily heauily Graues yawne and yeelde your dead Till death be vttered Heauenly heauenly Lo. Now vnto thy bones good night yeerely will I do this right Prin. Good morrow masters put your Torches out The wolues haue preied and looke the gentle day Before the wheeles of Phoebus round about Dapples the drowsie East with spots of grey Thanks to you all and leaue vs fare you well Clau. Good morrow masters each his seuerall way Prin. Come let vs hence and put on other weedes And then to Leonatoes we will goe Clau. And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds Then this for whom we rendred vp this woe Exeunt Enter Leonato Bene. Marg. Vrsula old man Frier Hero Frier Did I not tell you she was innocent Leo. So are the Prince and Claudio who accus'd her Vpon the errour that you heard debated But Margaret was in some fault for this Although against her will as it
According to my birth what do you say Seb. I le follow this good man and go with you And hauing sworne truth euer will be true Ol. Then lead the way good father heauens so shine That they may fairely note this acte of mine Exeunt Finis Actus Quartus Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Clowne and Fabian Fab. Now as thou lou'st me let me see his Letter Clo. Good M. Fabian grant me another request Fab. Any thing Clo. Do not desire to see this Letter Fab. This is to giue a dogge and in recompence desire my dogge againe Enter Duke Viola Curio and Lords Duke Belong you to the Lady Oliuia friends Clo. I sir we are some of her trappings Duke I know thee well how doest thou my good Fellow Clo. Truely sir the better for my foes and the worse for my friends Du. Iust the contrary the better for thy friends Clo. No sir the worse Du. How can that be Clo. Marry sir they praise me and make an asse of me now my foes tell me plainly I am an Asse so that by my foes sir I profit in the knowledge of my selfe and by my friends I am abused so that conclusions to be as kisses if your foure negatiues make your two affirmatiues why then the worse for my friends and the better for my foes Du. Why this is excellent Clo. By my troth sir no though it please you to be one of my friends Du. Thou shalt not be the worse for me there 's gold Clo. But that it would be double dealing sir I would you could make it another Du. O you giue me ill counsell Clo. Put your grace in your pocket sir for this once and let your flesh and blood obey it Du. Well I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer there 's another Clo. Primo secundo tertio is a good play and the olde saying is the third payes for all the triplex sir is a good tripping measure or the belles of S. Bennet sir may put you in minde one two three Du. You can foole no more money out of mee at this throw if you will let your Lady know I am here to speak with her and bring her along with you it may awake my bounty further Clo. Marry sir lullaby to your bountie till I come agen I go sir but I would not haue you to thinke that my desire of hauing is the sinne of couetousnesse but as you say sir let your bounty take a nappe I will awake it anon Exit Enter Anthonio and Officers Vio. Here comes the man sir that did rescue mee Du. That face of his I do remember well yet when I saw it last it was besmear'd As blacke as Vulcan in the smoake of warre A bawbling Vessell was he Captaine of For shallow draught and bulke vnprizable With which such scathfull grapple did he make With the most noble bottome of our Fleete That very enuy and the tongue of losse Cride fame and honor on him What 's the matter 1 Offi. Orsino this is that Anthonio That tooke the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy And this is he that did the Tiger boord When your yong Nephew Titus lost his legge Heere in the streets desperate of shame and state In priuate brabble did we apprehend him Vio He did me kindnesse sir drew on my side But in conclusion put strange speech vpon me I know not what 't was but distraction Du. Notable Pyrate thou salt-water Theefe What foolish boldnesse brought thee to their mercies Whom thou in termes so bloudie and so deere Hast made thine enemies Ant. Orsino Noble sir Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you giue mee Anthonio neuer yet was Theefe or Pyrate Though I confesse on base and ground enough Orsino's enemie A witchcraft drew me hither That most ingratefull boy there by your side From the rude seas enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeeme a wracke past hope he was His life I gaue him and did thereto adde My loue without retention or restraint All his in dedication For his sake Did I expose my selfe pure for his loue Into the danger of this aduerse Towne Drew to defend him when he was beset Where being apprehended his false cunning Not meaning to partake with me in danger Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing While one would winke denide me mine owne purse Which I had recommended to his vse Not halfe an houre before Vio. How can this be Du. When came he to this Towne Ant. To day my Lord and for three months before No intrim not a minutes vacancie Both day and night did we keepe companie Enter Oliuia and attendants Du. Heere comes the Countesse now heauen walkes on earth But for thee fellow fellow thy words are madnesse Three monthes this youth hath tended vpon mee But more of that anon Take him aside Ol. What would my Lord but that he may not haue Wherein Oliuia may seeme seruiceable Cesario you do not keepe promise with me Vio. Madam Du. Gracious Oliuia Ol. What do you say Cesario Good my Lord. Vio My Lord would speake my dutie hushes me Ol. If it be ought to the old tune my Lord It is as fat and fulsome to mine eare As howling after Musicke Du. Still so cruell Ol. Still so constant Lord. Du. What to peruersenesse you vnciuill Ladie To whose ingrate and vnauspicious Altars My soule the faithfull'st offrings haue breath'd out That ere deuotion tender'd What shall I do Ol Euen what it please my Lord that shal becom him Du. Why should I not had I the heart to do it Like to th' Egyptian theefe at point of death Kill what I loue a sauage iealousie That sometime sauours nobly but heare me this Since you to non-regardance cast my faith And that I partly know the instrument That screwes me from my true place in your fauour Liue you the Marble-brested Tirant still But this your Minion whom I know you loue And whom by heauen I sweare I tender deerely Him will I teare out of that cruell eye Where he sits crowned in his masters spight Come boy with me my thoughts are ripe in mischiefe I le sacrifice the Lambe that I do loue To spight a Rauens heart within a Doue Vio And I most iocund apt and willinglie To do you rest a thousand deaths would dye Ol. Where goes Cesario Vio. After him I loue More then I loue these eyes more then my life More by all mores then ere I shall loue wife If I do feigne you witnesses aboue Punish my life for tainting of my loue Ol. Aye me detested how am I beguil'd Vio Who does beguile you who does do you wrong Ol. Hast thou forgot thy selfe Is it so long Call forth the holy Father Du. Come away Ol. Whether my Lord Cesario Husband stay Du. Husband Ol. I Husband Can he that deny Du. Her husband sirrah Vio. No my Lord not I. Ol. Alas it is the
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maânage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâcester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
demeanure in great sorrow That Tyranny which neuer quafft but blood Would by beholding him haue wash'd his Knife With gentle eye-drops Hee is comming hither King But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne Enter Prince Henry Loe where hee comes Come hither to me Harry Depart the Chamber leaue vs heere alone Exit P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was Father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I wearie thee Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish Youth Thou seek'st the Greatnesse that will ouer-whelme thee Stay but a little for my Cloud of Dignitie Is held from falling with so weake a winde That it will quickly drop my Day is dimme Thou hast stolne that which after some few howres Were thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seal'd vp my expectation Thy Life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart To stab at halfe an howre of my Life What canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the merry Bels ring to thy care That thou art Crowned not that I am dead Let all the Teares that should be dew my Hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Onely compound me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the Wormes Plucke downe my Officers breake my Decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Henry the fift is Crown'd Vp Vanity Downe Royall State All you sage Counsailors hence And to the English Court assemble now From eu'ry Region Apes of Idlenesse Now neighbor-Confines purge you of your Scum Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare drinke dance Reuell the night Rob Murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kinde of wayes Be happy he will trouble you no more England shall double gill'd His trebble guilt England shall giue him Office Honor Might For the Fift Harry from curb'd License pluckes The muzzle of Restraint and the wilde Dogge Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent O my poore Kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots What wilt thou do when Ryot is thy Care O thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe Peopled with Wolues thy old Inhabitants Prince O pardon me my Liege But for my Teares The most Impediments vnto my Speech I had fore-stall'd this deere and deepe Rebuke Ere you with greefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so farre There is your Crowne And he that weares the Crowne immortally Long guard it yours If I affect it more Then as your Honour and as your Renowne Let me no more from this Obedience rise Which my most true and inward duteous Spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exteriour bending Heauen witnesse with me when I heere came in And found no course of breath within your Maiestie How cold it strooke my heart If I do faine O let me in my present wildenesse dye And neuer liue to shew th' incredulous World The Noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my Liege to thinke you were I spake vnto the Crowne as hauing sense And thus vpbraided it The Care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my Father Therefore thou best of Gold art worst of Gold Other lesse fine in Charâact is more precious Preseruing life in Medâcine potable But thou most Fine most Honour'd most Renown'd Hast eate the Bearer vp Thus my Royall Liege Accusing it I put it on my Head To try with it as with an Enemie That had before my face murdred my Father The Quarrell of a true Inheritor But if it did infect my blood with Ioy Or swell my Thoughts to any straine of Pride If any Rebell or vaine spirit of mine Did with the least Affection of a Welcome Giue entertainment to the might of it Let heauen for euer keepe it from my head And make me as the poorest Vassaile is That doth with awe and terror kneele to it King O my Sonne Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence That thou might'st ioyne the more thy Fathers loue Pleading so wisely in excuse of it Come hither Harrie sit thou by my bedde And heare I thinke the very latest Counsell That euer I shall breath Heauen knowes my Sonne By what by-pathes and indirect crook'd-wayes I met this Crowne and I my selfe know well How troublesome it sate vpon my head To thee it shall descend with better Quiet Better Opinion better Confirmation For all the soyle of the Atchieuement goes With me into the Earth It seem'd in mee But as an Honour snatch'd with boyst'rous hand And I had many liuing to vpbraide My gaine of it by their Assistances Which dayly grew to Quarrell and to Blood-shed Wounding supposed Peace All these bold Feares Thou seest with perill I haue answered For all my Reigne hath beene but as a Scene Acting that argument And now my death Changes the Moode For what in me was purchas'd Falles vpon thee in a more Fayrer sort So thou the Garland wear'st successiuely Yet though thou stand'st more sure then I could do Thou art-not firme enough since greefes are greene And all thy Friends which thou must make thy Friends Haue but their stings and teeth newly tak'n out By whose fell working I was first aduanc'd And by whose power I well might lodge a Feare To be againe displac'd Which to auoyd I cut them off and had a purpose now To leade out many to the Holy Land Least rest and lying still might make them looke Too neere vnto my State Therefore my Harrie Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes With Forraigne Quarrels that Action hence borne out May waste the memory of the former dayes More would I but my Lungs are wasted so That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee How I came by the Crowne O heauen forgiue And grant it may with thee in true peace liue Prince My gracious Liege You wonne it wore it kept it gaue it me Then plaine and right must my possession be Which I with more then with a Common paine ' Gainst all the World will rightfully maintaine Enter Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Warwicke King Looke looke Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster Iohn Health Peace and Happinesse To my Royall Father King Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace Sonne Iohn But health alacke with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare wither'd Trunke Vpon thy sight My worldly businesse makes a period Where is my Lord of Warwicke ãâã My Lord of Warwicke âng Doth any name particular belong ãâã âhe Lodging where I first did swoon'd âr 'T is call'd Ierusalem my Noble Lord. âiâg Laud be to heauen Euâ there my life must end It hath beene prophesi'de to
be otherwise Gower Why the Enemie is lowd you heare him all Night Flu. If the Enemie is an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe is it meet thinke you that wee should also looke you be an Asse and a Foole and a prating Coxcombe in your owne conscience now Gow I will speake lower Flu. I pray you and beseech you that you will Exit King Though it appeare a little out of fashion There is much care and valour in this Welchman Enter three Souldiers Iohn Bates Alexander Court and Michael Williams Court Brother Iohn Bates is not that the Morning which breakes yonder Bates I thinke it be but wee haue no great cause to desire the approach of day Williams Wee see yonder the beginning of the day but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it Who goes there King A Friend Williams Vnder what Captaine serue you King Vnder Sir Iohn Erpingham Williams A good old Commander and a most kinde Gentleman I pray you what thinkes he of our estate King Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand that looke to be washt off the next Tyde Bates He hath not told his thought to the King King No nor it is not meet he should for though I speake it to you I thinke the King is but a man as I am the Violet smells to him as it doth to me the Element shewes to him as it doth to me all his Sences haue but humane Conditions his Ceremonies layd by in his Nakednesse he appeares but a man and though his affections are higher mounted then ours yet when they stoupe they stoupe with the like wing therefore when he sees reason of feares as we doe his feares out of doubt be of the same rellish as ours are yet in reason no man should possesse him with any appearance of feare least hee by shewing it should dis-hearten his Army Bates He may shew what outward courage he will but I beleeue as cold a Night as 't is hee could wish himselfe in Thames vp to the Neck and so I would he were and I by him at all aduentures so we were quit here King By my troth I will speake my conscience of the King I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where but where hee is Bates Then I would he were here alone so should he be sure to be ransomed and a many poore mens liues saued King I dare say you loue him not so ill to wish him here alone howsoeuer you speake this to feele other mens minds me thinks I could not dye any where so contented as in the Kings company his Cause being iust and his Quarrell honorable Williams That 's more then we know Bates I or more then wee should seeke after for wee know enough if wee know wee are the Kings Subiects if his Cause be wrong our obedience to the King wipes the Cryme of it out of vs. Williams But if the Cause be not good the King himselfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make when all those Legges and Armes and Heads chopt off in a Battaile shall ioyne together at the latter day and cry all Wee dyed at such a place some swearing some crying for a Surgean some vpon their Wiues left poore behind them some vpon the Debts they owe some vpon their Children rawly left I am afear'd there are few dye well that dye in a Battaile for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when Blood is their argument Now if these men doe not dye well it will be a black matter for the King that led them to it who to disobey were against all proportion of subiection King So if a Sonne that is by his Father sent about Merchandize doe sinfully miscarry vpon the Sea the imputation of his wickednesse by your rule should be imposed vpon his Father that sent him or if a Seruant vnder his Masters command transporting a summe of Money be assayled by Robbers and dye in many irreconcil'd Iniquities you may call the businesse of the Master the author of the Seruants damnation but this is not so The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his Souldiers the Father of his Sonne nor the Master of his Seruant for they purpose not their death when they purpose their seruices Besides there is no King be his Cause neuer so spotlesse if it come to the arbitrement of Swords can trye it out with all vnspotted Souldiers some peraduenture haue on them the guilt of premeditated and contriued-Murther some of beguiling Virgins with the broken Seales of Periurie some making the Warres their Bulwarke that haue before gored the gentle Bosome of Peace with Pillage and Robberie Now if these men haue defeated the Law and out-runne Natiue punishment though they can out-strip men they haue no wings to flye from God Warre is his Beadle Warre is his Vengeance so that here men are punisht for before breach of the Kings Lawes in now the Kings Quarrell where they feared the death they haue borne life away and where they would bee safe they perish Then if they dye vnprouided no more is the King guiltie of their damnation then hee was before guiltie of those Impieties for the which they are now visited Euery Subiects Dutie is the Kings but euery Subiects Soule is his owne Therefore should euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery sicke man in his Bed wash euery Moth out of his Conscience and dying so Death is to him aduantage or not dying the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gayned and in him that escapes it were not sinne to thinke that making God so free an offer he let him out-liue that day to see his Greatnesse and to teach others how they should prepare Will. 'T is certaine euery man that dyes ill the ill vpon his owne head the King is not to answer it Bates I doe not desire hee should answer for me and yet I determine to fight lustily for him King I my selfe heard the King say he would not be ransom'd Will. I hee said so to make vs fight chearefully but when our throats are cut hee may be ransom'd and wee ne're the wiser King If I liue to see it I will neuer trust his word after Will. You pay him then that 's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne that a poore and a priuate displeasure can doe against a Monarch you may as well goe about to turne the Sunne to yee with fanning in his face with a Peacocks feather You 'le neuer trust his word after come 't is a foolish saying King Your reproofe is something too round I should be angry with you if the time were conuenient Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs if you liue King I embrace it Will. How shall I know thee againe King Giue me any Gage of thine and I will weare it in my Bonnet Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it I will make it my Quarrell Will. Heere 's my Gloue Giue mee another of thine King
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
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When froÌ the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Tiâ a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels Scales Such ayd as I can spare you shall command But I am troubled heere with them my selfe The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower But get you to Smithfield and gather head And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe Fight for your King your Countrey and your Liues And so farwell for I must hence againe Exeunt Enter Iacke Cade and the rest and strikes his staffe on London stone Cade Now is Mortimer Lord of this City And heere sitting vpon London Stone I charge and command that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine This first yeare of our raigne And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any That calles me other then Lord Mortimer Enter a Soldier running Soul Iacke Cade Iacke Cade Cade Knocke him downe there They kill him But. If this Fellow be wise hee 'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more I thinke he hath a very faire warning Dicke My Lord there 's an Army gathered together in Smithfield Cade Come then let 's go fight with them But first go and set London Bridge on fire And if you can burne downe the Tower too Come let 's away Exeunt omnes Alarums Mathew Goffe is slain and all the rest Then enter Iake Cade with his Company Cade So sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy Others to ' th Innes of Court downe with them all Hut I haue a suite vnto your Lordship Cade Bee it a Lordshippe thou shalt haue it for that word But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth Iohn Masse 't will be sore Law then for he was thrust in the mouth with a Speare and 't is not whole yet Smith Nay Iohn it wil be stinking Law for his breath stinkes with eating toasted cheese Cade I haue thought vpon it it shall bee so Away burne all the Records of the Realme my mouth shall be the Parliament of England Iohn Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out Cade And hence-forward all things shall be in Common Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord a prize a prize heere 's the Lord Say which sold the Townes in France He that made vs pay one and twenty Fifteenes and one shilling to the pound the last Subsidie Enter George with the Lord Say Cade Well hee shall be beheaded for it ten times Ah thou Say thou Surge nay thou Buckram Lord now art thou within point-blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall What canst thou answer to my Maiesty for giuing vp of Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu the Dolphine of France Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence euen the presence of Lord Mortimer that I am the Beesome that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou art Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of the Realme in erecting a Grammar Schoole and whereas before our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the Score and the Tally thou hast caused printing to be vs'd and contrary to the King his Crowne and Dignity thou hast built a Paper-Mill It will be prooued to thy Face that thou hast men about thee that vsually talke of a Nowne and a Verbe and such abhominable wordes as no Christian eare can endure to heare Thou hast appointed Iustices of Peace to call poore men before them about matters they were not able to answer Moreouer thou hast put them in prison and because they could not reade thou hast hang'd them when indeede onely for that cause they haue beene most worthy to liue Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth dost thou not Say What of that Cade Marry thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare a Cloake when honester men then thou go in their Hose and Doublets Dicke And worke in their shirt to as my selfe for example that am a butcher Say You men of Kent Dic. What say you of Kent Say Nothing but this 'T is bona terra mala gens Cade Away with him away with him he speaks Latine Say Heare me but speake and beare mee wher'e you will Kent in the Commentaries Caesar writ Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle Sweet is the Covntry because full of Riches The People Liberall Valiant Actiue Wealthy Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty I sold not Maine I lost not Normandie Yet to recouer them would loose my life Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me Gifts could neuer When haue I ought exacted at your hands Kent to maintaine the King the Realme and you Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits You cannot but forbeare to murther me This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe Cade Tut when struck'st thou one blow in the field Say Great men haue reaching hands oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw and strucke them dead Geo. O monstrous Coward What to come behinde Folkes Say These cheekes are pale for watching for your good Cade Giue him a box o' th' eare and that wil make 'em red againe Say Long sitting to determine poore mens causes Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases Cade Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then the help of hatchet Dicke Why dost thou quiuer man Say The Palsie and not feare prouokes me Cade Nay he noddes at vs as who should say I le be euen with you I le see if his head will stand steddier on a pole or no Take him away and behead him Say Tell me wherein haue I offended most Haue I affected wealth or honor Speake Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold Whom haue I iniur'd that ye seeke my death These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts O let me liue Cade I feele remorse in my selfe with his words but I le bridle it he shall dye and it bee but for pleading so well for his life Away with him he ha's a Familiar vnder his Tongue he speakes not a Gods name Goe take him away I say and strike off his head presently and then breake into his Sonne in Lawes house Sir Iames Cromer and strike off his head and bring them both vppon two poles hither All. It shall be done Say Ah Countrimen If when you make your prair's God should be so obdurate as your selues How would it fare with your departed soules And therefore yet relent and saue my life Cade Away with him and do as I command ye the proudest Peere in the Realme shall not weare a head on his shoulders vnlesse he pay me tribute there shall not a maid be married but she shall pay to me her Mayden-head ere they haue it Men shall hold of mee
what the Nobles were committed Is all vnknowne to me my gracious Lord. Qu. Aye me I see the ruine of my House The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne Welcome Destruction Blood and Massacre I see as in a Map the end of all Dut. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling dayes How many of you haue mine eyes beheld My Husband lost his life to get the Crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer-blowne themselues the Conquerors Make warre vpon themselues Brother to Brother Blood to blood selfe against selfe O prepostorous And franticke outrage ând thy damned spleene Or let me dye to looke on earth no more Qu. Come come my Boy we will to Sanctuary Madam farwell Dut. Stay I will go with you Qu. You haue no cause Arch. My gracious Lady go And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Go I le conduct you to the Sanctuary Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima The Trumpets sound Enter yong Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Lord Cardinall with others Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London To your Chamber Rich. Welcome deere Cosin my thoughts Soueraign The wearie way hath made you Melancholly Prin. No Vnkle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauie I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me Rich. Sweet Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeers Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit No more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnkles which you want were dangerous Your Grace attended to their Sugred words But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false Friends Prin. God keepe me from false Friends But they were none Rich. My Lord the Maior of London comes to greet you Enter Lord Maior Lo. Maior God blesse your Grace with health and happie dayes Prin. I thanke you good my Lord and thank you all I thought my Mother and my Brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fie what a Slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no. Enter Lord Hastings Buck. And in good time heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince Welcome my Lord what will our Mother come Hast On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your Mother and your Brother Yorke Haue taken Sanctuarie The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meet your Grace But by his Mother was perforce with-held Buck. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lord Cardinall will your Grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently If she denie Lord Hastings goe with him And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce Card. My Lord of Buckingham if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anon expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge Of blessed Sanctuarie not for all this Land Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lord Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age You breake not Sanctuarie in seizing him The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those whose dealings haue deseru'd the place And those who haue the wit to clayme the place This Prince hath neyther claym'd it nor deseru'd it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no Priuiledge nor Charter there Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men But Sanctuarie children ne're till now Card. My Lord you shall o're-rule my mind for once Come on Lord Hastings will you goe with me Hast I goe my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings Prince Good Lords make all the speedie hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our Brother come Where shall we soiourne till our Coronation Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe If I may counsaile you some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation Prince I doe not like the Tower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buck. He did my gracious Lord begin that place Which since succeeding Ages haue re-edify'd Prince Is it vpon record or else reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buck. Vpon record my gracious Lord. Prince But say my Lord it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As 't were retayl'd to all posteritie Euen to the generall ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Prince What say you Vnckle Glo. I say without Characters Fame liues long Thus like the formall Vice Iniquitie I morallize two meanings in one word Prince That Iulius Caesar was a famous man With what his Valour did enrich his Wit His Wit set downe to make his Valour liue Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror For now he liues in Fame though not in Life I le tell you what my Cousin Buckingham Buck. What my gracious Lord Prince And if I liue vntill I be a man I le win our ancient Right in France againe Or dye a Souldier as I liu'd a King Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring Enter young Yorke Hastings and Cardinall Buck. Now in good time heere comes the Duke of Yorke Prince Richard of Yorke how fares our Noble Brother Yorke Well my deare Lord so must I call you now Prince I Brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he dy'd that might haue kept that Title Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie Glo. How fares our Cousin Noble Lord of Yorke Yorke I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lord You said that idle Weeds are fast in growth The Prince my Brother hath out-growne me farre Glo. He hath my Lord. Yorke And therefore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cousin I must not say so Yorke Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a Kinsman Yorke I pray you Vnckle giue me this Dagger Glo. My Dagger little Cousin with all my heart Prince A Begger Brother Yorke Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a Toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater gift then that I le giue my Cousin Yorke A greater gift O that 's the Sword to it Glo. I gentle Cousin were it light enough Yorke O then I see you will part but
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
though vnfinish'd yet so Famous So excellent in Art and still so rising That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue His Ouerthrow heap'd Happinesse vpon him For then and not till then he felt himselfe And found the Blessednesse of being little And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him he dy'de fearing God Kath. After my death I wish no other Herald No other speaker of my liuing Actions To keepe mine Honor from Corruption But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith Whom I most hated Liuing thou hast made mee With thy Religious Truth and Modestie Now in his Ashes Honor Peace be with him Patience be neere me still and set me lower I haue not long to trouble thee Good Griffith Cause the Musitians play me that sad note I nam'd my Knell whil'st I sit meditating On that Coelestiall Harmony I go too Sad and solemne Musicke Grif. She is asleep Good wench let 's sit down quiet For feare we wake her Softly gentle Patience The Vision Enter solemnely tripping one after another sixe Personages clad in white Robes wearing on their heades Garlands of Bayes and golden Vizards on their faces Branches of Bayes or Palme in their hands They first Conge vnto her then Dance and at certaine Changes the first two hold a spare Garland ouer her Head at which the other foure make reuerend Curtsies Then the two that held the Garland deliuer the same to the other next two who obserue the same order in their Changes and holding the Garland ouer her head Which done they deliuer the same Garland to the last tâo who likewise obserue the same Order At which as it were by inspiration she makes in her sleepe signes of reioycing and holdeth vp her hands to heauen And so in their Dancing vanish carryâ the Garland with them The Musicke continues Kath. Spirits of peace where are ye Are ye all gone And leaue me heere in wretchednesse behinde ye Grif. Madam we are heere Kath. It is not you I call for Saw ye none enter since I slept Grif. None Madam Kath. No Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope Inuite me to a Banquet whose bright faces Cast thousand beames vpon me like the Sun They promis'd me eternall Happinesse And brought me Garlands Griffith which I feele I am not worthy yet to weare I shall assuredly Grif. I am most ioyfull Madam such good dreames Possesse your Fancy Kath. Bid the Musicke leaue They are harsh and heauy to me Musicke ceases Pati Do you note How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine How long her face is drawne How pale she lookes And of an earthy cold Marke her eyes Grif. She is going Wench Pray pray Pati Heauen comfort her Enter a Messenger Mes And 't like your Grace Kath. You are a sawcy Fellow Deserue we no more Reuerence Grif. You are too blame Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse To vse so rude behauiour Go too kneele Mes I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon My hast made me vnmannerly There is staying A Gentleman sent from the King to see you Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith But this Fellow Let me ne're see againe Exit Messeng Enter Lord Capuchius If my sight faile not You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor My Royall Nephew and your name Capuchius Cap. Madam the same Your Seruant Kath. O my Lord The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely With me since first you knew me But I pray you What is your pleasure with me Cap. Noble Lady First mine owne seruice to your Grace the next The Kings request that I would visit you Who greeues much for your weaknesse and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations And heartily entreats you take good comfort Kath. O my good Lord that comfort comes too late 'T is like a Pardon after Execution That gentle Physicke giuen in time had cur'd me But now I am past all Comforts heere but Prayers How does his Highnesse Cap. Madam in good health Kath. So may he euer do and euer flourish When I shall dwell with Wormes and my poore name Banish'd the Kingdome Patience is that Letter I caus'd you write yet sent away Pat. No Madam Kath. Sir I most humbly pray you to deliuer This to my Lord the King Cap. Most willing Madam Kath. In which I haue commended to his goodnesse The Modell of our chaste loues his yong daughter The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding She is yong and of a Noble modest Nature I hope she will deserue well and a little To loue her for her Mothers sake that lou'd him Heauen knowes how deerely My next poore Petition Is that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie Vpon my wretched women that so long Haue follow'd both my Fortunes faithfully Of which there is not one I dare auow And now I should not lye but will deserue For Vertue and true Beautie of the Soule For honestie and decent Carriage A right good Husband let him be a Noble And sure those men are happy that shall haue ' em The last is for my men they are the poorest But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me That they may haue their wages duly paid 'em And something ouer to remember me by If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life And able meanes we had not parted thus These are the whole Contents and good my Lord By that you loue the deerest in this world As you wish Christian peace to soules departed Stand these poore peoples Friend and vrge the King To do me this last right Cap. By Heauen I will Or let me loose the fashion of a man Kath. I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world Tell him in death I blest him For so I will mine eyes grow dimme Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell Nay Patience Vou must not leaue me yet I must to bed Call in more women When I am dead good Wench Let me be vs'd with Honor strew me ouer With Maiden Flowers that all the world may know I was a chaste Wife to my Graue Embalme me Then lay me forth although vnqueen'd yet like A Queene and Daughter to a King enterre me I can no more Exeunt leading Katherine Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester a Page with a Torch before him met by Sir Thomas Louell Gard. It 's one a clocke Boy is' t not Boy It hath strooke Gard. These should be houres for necessities Not for delights Times to repayre our Nature With comforting repose and not for vs To waste these times Good houre of night Sir Thomas Whether so late Lou. Came you from the King my Lord Gar. I did Sir Thomas and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolke Lou. I must to him too Before he go to bed I le take my leaue Gard. Not yet Sir
grace Aron will haue his soule blacke like his face Exit Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen And bow this feeble ruine to the earth If any power pitties wretched teares To that I call what wilt thou kneele with me Doe then deare heart for heauen shall heare our prayers Or with our sighs wee le breath the welkin dimme And staine the Sun with fogge as somtime cloudes When they do hug him in their melting bosomes Mar. Oh brother speake with possibilities And do not breake into these deepe extreames Ti. Is not my sorrow deepe hauing no bottome Then be my passions bottomlesse with them Mar. But yet let reason gouerne thy lament Titus If there were reason for these miseries Then into limits could I binde my woes When heauen doth weepe doth not the earth ore flow If the windes rage doth not the Sea wax mad Threatning the welkin with his big-swolne face And wilt thou haue a reason for this coile I am the Sea Harke how her sighes doe flow Shee is the weeping welkin I the earth Then must my Sea be moued with her sighes Then must my earth with her continuall teares Become a deluge ouerflow'd and drown'd For why my bowels cannot hide her woes But like a drunkard must I vomit them Then giue me leaue for loosers will haue leaue To ease their stomackes with their bitter tongues Enter a messenger with two heads and a hand Mess Worthy Andronicus ill art thou repaid For that good hand thou sentst the Emperour Heere are the heads of thy two noble sonnes And heere 's thy hand in scorne to thee sent backe Thy griefes their sports Thy resolution mockt That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes More then remembrance of my fathers death Exit Marc. Now let hot Aetna coole in Cicilie And be my heart an euer-burning hell These miseries are more then may be borne To weepe with them that weepe doth ease some deale But sorrow flouted at is double death Luci. Ah that this sight should make so deep a wound And yet detested life not shrinke thereat That euer death should let life beare his name Where life hath no more interest but to breath Mar. Alas poore hart that kisse is comfortlesse As frozen water to a starued snake Titus When will this fearefull slumber haue an end Mar. Now farwell flatterie die Andronicus Thou dost not slumber see thy two sons heads Thy warlike hands thy mangled daughter here Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere fight Strucke pale and bloodlesse and thy brother I Euen like a stony Image cold and numme Ah now no more will I controule my griefes Rent off thy siluer haire thy other hand Gnawing with thy teeth and be this dismall sight The closing vp of our most wretched eyes Now is a time to storme why art thou still Titus Ha ha ha Mar. Why dost thou laugh it fits not with this houre Ti. Why I haue not another teare to shed Besides this sorrow is an enemy And would vsurpe vpon my watry eyes And make them blinde with tributarie teares Then which way shall I finde Reuenges Caue For these two heads doe seeme to speake to me And threat me I shall neuer come to blisse Till all these mischiefes be returned againe Euen in their throats that haue committed them Come let me see what taske I haue to doe You heauie people circle me about That I may turne me to each one of you And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs The vow is made come Brother take a head And in this hand the other will I beare And Lauinia thou shalt be employd in these things Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth As for thee boy goe get thee from my sight Thou art an Exile and thou must not stay Hie to the Gothes and raise an army there And if you loue me as I thinke you doe Let 's kisse and part for we haue much to doe Exeunt Manet Lucius Luci. Farewell Andronicus my noble Father The woful'st man that euer liu'd in Rome Farewell proud Rome til Lucius come againe He loues his pledges dearer then his life Farewell Lauinia my noble sister O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene But now nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues But in obliuion and hateful griefes If Lucius liue he will requit your wrongs And make proud Saturnine and his Empresse Beg at the gates likes Tarquin and his Queene Now will I to the Gothes and raise a power To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine Exit Lucius A Bnaket Enter Andronicus Marcus Lauinia and the Boy An. So so now sit and looke you eate no more Then will preserue iust so much strength in vs As will reuenge these bitter woes of ours Marcus vnknit that sorrow-wreathen knot Thy Neece and I poore Creatures want our hands And cannot passionate our tenfold griefe Wirh foulded Armes This poore right hand of mine Is left to tirranize vppon my breast Who when my hart all mad with misery Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh Then thus I thumpe it downe Thou Map of woe that thus dost talk in signes When thy poore hart beates without ragious beating Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still Wound it with sighing girle kil it with grones Or get some little knife betweene thy teeth And iust against thy hart make thou a hole That all the teares that thy poore eyes let fall May run into that sinke and soaking in Drowne the lamenting foole in Sea salt teares Mar. Fy brother fy teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands vppon her tender life An. How now Has sorrow made thee doate already Why Marcus no man should be mad but I What violent hands can she lay on her life Ah wherefore dost thou vrge the name of hands To bid Aeneas tell the tale twice ore How Troy was burnt and he made miserable O handle not the theame to talke of hands Least we remember still that we haue none Fie fie how Frantiquely I square my talke As if we should forget we had no hands If Marcus did not name the word of hands Come le ts fall too and gentle girle eate this Heere is no drinke Harke Marcus what she saies I can interpret all her martir'd signes She saies she drinkes no other drinke but teares Breu'd with her sorrow mesh'd vppon her cheekes Speechlesse complaynet I will learne thy thought In thy dumb action will I be as perfect As begging Hermits in their holy prayers Thou shalt not sighe nor hold thy stumps to heauen Nor winke nor nod nor kneele nor make a signe But I of these will wrest an Alphabet And by still practice learne to know thy meaning Boy Good grandsire leaue these bitter deepe laments Make my Aunt merry with some pleasing tale Mar. Alas the tender boy in passion mou'd Doth weepe to see his grandsires heauinesse An. Peace tender Sapling thou art made of teares And teares will quickly
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
as long as th' other 'T is pittie of him I feare the trust Othello puts him in On some odde time of his infirmitie Will shake this Island Mont. But is he often thus Iago 'T is euermore his prologue to his sleepe He 'le watch the Horologe a double Set If Drinke rocke not his Cradle Mont. It were well The Generall were put in mind of it Perhaps he sees it not or his good nature Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio And lookes not on his euills is not this true Enter Rodorigo Iago How now Rodorigo I pray you after the Lieutenant go Mon. And 't is great pitty that the Noble Moore Should hazard such a Place as his owne Second With one of an ingraft Infirmitie It were an honest Action to say so To the Moore Iago Not I for this faire Island I do loue Cassio well and would do much To cure him of this euill But hearke what noise Enter Cassio pursuing Rodorigo Cas You Rogue you Rascall Mon. What 's the matter Lieutenant Cas A Knaue teach me my dutie I le beate the Knaue into a Twiggen-Bottle Rod. Beate me Cas Dost thou prate Rogue Mon. Nay good Lieutenant I pray you Sir hold your hand Cassio Let me go Sir Or I le knocke you o're the Mazard Mon. Come come you 're drunke Cassio Drunke Iago Away I say go out and cry a Mutinie Nay good Lieutenant Alas Gentlemen Helpe hoa Lieutenant Sir Montano Helpe Masters Heere 's a goodly Watch indeed Who 's that which rings the Bell Diablo hoa The Towne will rise Fie fie Lieutenant You 'le be asham'd for euer Enter Othello and Attendants Othe What is the matter heere Mon. I bleed still I am hurt to th' death He dies Othe Hold for your liues Iag. Hold hoa Lieutenant Sir Montano Gentlemen Haue you forgot all place of sense and dutie Hold. The Generall speaks to you hold for shame Oth. Why how now hoa From whence ariseth this Are we turn'd Turkes and to our selues do that Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes For Christian shame put by this barbarous Brawle He that stirs next to carue for his owne rage Holds his soule light He dies vpon his Motion Silence that dreadfull Bell it frights the Isle From her propriety What is the matter Masters Honest Iago that lookes dead with greeuing Speake who began this On thy loue I charge thee Iago I do not know Friends all but now euen now In Quarter and in termes like Bride and Groome Deuesting them for Bed and then but now As if some Planet had vnwitted men Swords out and tilting one at others breastes In opposition bloody I cannot speake Any begining to this peeuish oddes And would in Action glorious I had lost Those legges that brought me to a part of it Othe How comes it Michaell you are thus forgot Câ I pray you pardon me I cannot speake Othe Worthy Montano you were wont to be ciuill The grauitie and stillnesse of your youth The world hath noted And your name is great In mouthes of wisest Censure What 's the matter That you vnlace your reputation thus And spend your rich opinion for the name Of a night-brawler Giue me answer to it Mon. Worthy Othello I am hurt to danger Your Officer Iago can informe you While I spare speech which something now offends me Of all that I do know nor know I ought By me that 's said or done amisse this night Vnlesse selfe-charitie be sometimes a vice And to defend our selues it be a sinne When violence assailes vs. Othe Now by Heauen My blood begins my safer Guides to rule And passion hauing my best iudgement collied Assaies to leade the way If I once stir Or do but lift this Arme the best of you Shall sinke in my rebuke Giue me to know How this foule Rout began Who set it on And he that is approu'd in this offence Though he had twinn'd with me both at a birth Shall loose me What in a Towne of warre Yet wilde the peoples hearts brim-full of feare To Manage priuate and domesticke Quarrell In night and on the Court and Guard of safetie 'T is monstrous Iago who began 't Mon. If partially Affin'd or league in office Thou dost deliuer more or lesse then Truth Thou art no Souldier Iago Touch me not so neere I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth Then it should do offence to Michaell Cassio Yet I perswade my selfe to speake the truth Shall nothing wrong him This it is Generall Montano and my selfe being in speech There comes a Fellow crying out for helpe And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword To execute vpon him Sir this Gentleman Steppes in to Cassio and entreats his pause My selfe the crying Fellow did pursue Least by his clamour as it so fell out The Towne might fall in fright He swift of foote Out-ran my purpose and I return'd then rather For that I heard the clinke and fall of Swords And Cassio high in oath Which till to night I nere might say before When I came backe For this was briefe I found them close together At blow and thrust euen as againe they were When you your selfe did part them More of this matter cannot I report But Men are Men The best sometimes forget Though Cassio did some little wrong to him As men in rage strike those that wish them best Yet surely Cassio I beleeue receiu'd From him that fled some strange Indignitie Which patience could not passe Othe I know Iago Thy honestie and loue doth mince this matter Making it light to Cassio Cassio I loue thee But neuer more be Officer of mine Enter Desdemona attended Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp I le make thee an example Des What is the matter Deere Othe All 's well Sweeting Come away to bed Sir for your hurts My selfe will be your Surgeon Lead him off Iago looke with care about the Towne And silence those whom this vil'd brawle distracted Come Desdemona 't is the Soldiers life To haue their Balmy slumbers wak'd with strife Exit Iago What are you hurt Lieutenant Cas I past all Surgery Iago Marry Heauen forbid Cas Reputation Reputation Reputation Oh I haue lost my Reputation I haue lost the immortall part of myselfe and what remaines is bestiall My Reputation Iago my Reputation Iago As I am an honest man I had thought you had receiued some bodily wound there is more sence in that then in Reputation Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got without merit and lost without deseruing You haue lost no Reputation at all vnlesse you repute your selfe such a looser What man there are more wayes to recouer the Generall againe You are but now cast in his moode a punishment more in policie then in malice euen so as one would beate his offencelesse dogge ro affright an Imperious Lyon Sue to him againe and he 's yours Cas I will rather sue to be despis'd then to deceiue so good
I thinke you 'l neuer returne to tell one Post I tell thee Fellow there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going but such as winke and will not vse them Gao What an infinite mocke is this that a man shold haue the best vse of eyes to see the way of blindnesse I am sure hanging's the way of winking Enter a Messenger Mes Knocke off his Manacles bring your Prisoner to the King Post Thou bring'st good newes I am call'd to bee made free Gao I le be hang'd then Post Thou shalt be then freer then a Gaoler no bolt for the dead Gao Vnlesse a man would marry a Gallowes beget yong Gibbets I neuer saw one so prone yet on my Conscience there are verier Knaues desire to liue for all he be a Roman and there be some of them too that dye against their willes so should I if I were one I would we were all of one minde and one minde good O there were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses I speake against my present profit but my wish hath a preferment in 't Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cymboline Bellarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Lords Cym. Stand by my side you whom the Gods haue made Preseruers of my Throne woe is my heart That the poore Souldier that so richly fought Whose ragges sham'd gilded Armes whose naked brest Steptâ before Taâges of proofe cannot be found He shall be happy that can finde him if Our Grace can make him so Bel. I neuer saw Such Noble fury in so poore a Thing Such precious deeds in one that promist nought But beggery and poore lookes Cym. No tydings of him Pisa He hath bin search'd among the dead liuing But no trace of him Cym. To my greefe I am The heyre of his Reward which I will adde To you the Liuer Heart and Braine of Britaine By whom I grant she liues 'T is now the time To aske of whence you are Report it Bel. Sir In Cambria are we borne and Gentlemen Further to boast were neyther true nor modest Vnlesse I adde we are honest Cym. Bow your knees Arise my Knights o' th' Battell I create you Companions to our person and will fit you With Dignities becomming your estates Enter Cornelius and Ladies There 's businesse in these faces why so sadly Greet you our Victory you looke like Romaines And not o' th' Court of Britaine Corn. Hayle great King To sowre your happinesse I must report The Queene is dead Cym. Who worse then a Physitian Would this report become But I consider By Med'cine life may be prolong'd yet death Will seize the Doctor too How ended she Cor. With horror madly dying like her life Which being cruell to the world concluded Most cruell to her selfe What she confest I will report so please you These her Women Can trip me if I erre who with wet cheekes Were present when she finish'd Cym. Prythee say Cor. First she confest she neuer lou'd you onely Affected Greatnesse got by you not you Married your Royalty was wife to your place Abhorr'd your person Cym. She alone knew this And but she spoke it dying I would not Beleeue her lips in opening it Proceed Corn. Your daughter whom she bore in hand to loue With such integrity she did confesse Was as a Scorpion to her sight whose life But that her flight preuented it she had Tane off by poyson Cym. O most delicate Fiend Who is' t can reade a Woman Is there more Corn. More Sir and worse She did confesse she had For you a mortall Minerall which being tooke Should by the minute feede on life and ling'ring By inches waste you In which time she purpos'd By watching weeping tendance kissing to Orecome you with her shew and in time When she had fitted you with her craft to worke Her Sonne into th' adoption of the Crowne But fayling of her end by his strange absence Grew shamelesse desperate open'd in despight Of Heauen and Men her purposes repented The euils she hatch'd were not effected so Dispayring dyed Cym. Heard you all this her Women La. We did so please your Highnesse Cym. Mine eyes Were not in fault for she was beautifull Mine eares that heare her flattery nor my heart That thought her like her seeming It had beene vicious To haue mistrusted her yet Oh my Daughter That it was folly in me thou mayst say And proue it in thy feeling Heauen mend all Enter Lucius Iachimo and other Roman prisoners Leonatus behind and Imogen Thou comm'st not Caius now for Tribute that The Britaines haue rac'd out though with the losse Of many a bold one whose Kinsmen haue made suite That their good soules may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their Captiues which our selfe haue granted So thinke of your estate Luc. Consider Sir the chance of Warre the day Was yours by accident had it gone with vs We should not when the blood was cool haue threatend Our Prisoners with the Sword But since the Gods Will haue it thus that nothing but our liues May be call'd ransome let it come Sufficeth A Roman with a Romans heart can suffer Augustus liues to thinke on 't and so much For my peculiar care This one thing onely I will entreate my Boy a Britaine borne Let him be ransom'd Neuer Master had A Page so kinde so duteous diligent So tender ouer his occasions true So feate so Nurse-like let his vertue ioyne With my request which I le make bold your Highnesse Cannot deny he hath done no Britaine harme Though he haue seru'd a Roman Saue him Sir And spare no blood beside Cym. I haue surely seene him His fauour is familiar to me Boy Thou hast look'd thy selfe into my grace And art mine owne I know not why wherefore To say liue boy ne're thanke thy Master liue And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt Fitting my bounty and thy state I le giue it Yea though thou do demand a Prisoner The Noblest tane Imo. I humbly thanke your Highnesse Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life good Lad And yeâ I know thou wilt Imo. No no alacke There 's other worke in hand I see a thing Bitter to me as death your life good Master Must shuffle for it selfe Luc. The Boy disdaines me He leaues me scornes me briefely dye their ioyes That place them on the truth of Gyrles and Boyes Why stands he so perplext Cym. What would'st thou Boy I loue thee more and more thinke more and more What 's best to aske Know'st him thou look'st on speak Wilt haue him liue Is he thy Kin thy Friend Imo. He is a Romane no more kin to me Then I to your Highnesse who being born your vassaile Am something neerer Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so Imo. I le tell you Sir in priuate if you please To giue me hearing Cym. I with all my heart And lend my best attention What 's thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Cym. Thou' rt my good youth my Page I le be
thee by Chaucer or Spenser or bid Beaumont lye A little further to make thee a roome Thou art a Moniment without a tombe And art aliue still while thy Booke doth liue And we haue wits to read and praise to giue That I not mixe thee so my braine excuses I meane with great but disproportion'd Muses For if I thought my iudgement were of yeeres I should commit thee surely with thy peeres And tell how farre thou didstst our Lily out-shine Or sporting Kid or Marlowes mighty line And though thou hadst small Latine and lesse Greeke From thence to honour thee I would not seeke For names but call forth thund'ring Aeschilus Euripides and Sophocles to vs Paccuuius Accius him of Cordoua dead To life againe to heare thy Buskin tread And shake a Stage Or when thy Sockes were on Leaue thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughtie Rome sent forth or since did from their ashes come Triumph my Britaine thou hast one to showe To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age but for all time And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warme Our eares or like a Mercury to charme Nature her selfe was proud of his designes And ioy'd to weare the dressing of his lines Which were so richly spun and wouen so fit As since she will vouchsafe no other Wit The merry Greeke tart Aristophanes Neat Terence witty Plautus now not please But antiquated and deserted lye As they were not of Natures family Yet must I not giue Nature all Thy Art My gentle Shakespeare must enioy a part For though the Poets matter Nature be His Art doth giue the fashion And that he Who casts to write a liuing line must sweat such as thine are and strike the second heat Vpon the Muses anuile turne the same And himselfe with it that he thinkes to frame Or for the lawrell he may gaine a scorne For a good Poet 's made as well as borne And such wert thou Looke how the fathers face Liues in his issue euen so the race Of Shakespeares minde and manners brightly shines In his well torned and true-filed lines In each of which he seemes to shake a Lance As brandish 't at the eyes of Ignorance Sweet Swan of Auon what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appeare And make those flights vpon the bankes of Thames That so did take Eliza and our Iames But stay I see thee in the Hemisphere Aduanc'd and made a Constellation there Shine forth thou Starre of Poets and with rage Or influence chide or cheere the drooping Stage Which since thy flight froÌ hence hath mourn'd like night And despaires day but for thy Volumes light BEN IONSON Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous Scenicke Poet Master VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THose hands which you so clapt go now and wring You Britaines braue for done are Shakespeares dayes His dayes are done that made the dainty Playes Which made the Globe of heau'n and earth to ring Dry'de is that veine dry'd is the Thespian Spring Turn'd all to teares and Phoebus clouds his rayes That corp's that coffin now besticke those bayes Which crown'd him Poet first then Poets King If Tragedies might any Prologue haue All those he made would scarse make one to this Where Fame now that he gone is to the graue Deaths publique tyring-house the Nuncius is For though his line of life went soone about The life yet of his lines shall neuer out HVGH HOLLAND TO THE MEMORIE of the deceased Authour Maister W. SHAKESPEARE SHake-speare at length thy pious fellowes giue The world thy Workes thy Workes by which out-liue Thy Tombe thy name must when that stone is rent And Time dissolues thy Stratford Moniment Here we aliue shall view thee still This Booke When Brasse and Marble fade shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages when Posteritie Shall loath what 's new thinke all is prodegie That is not Shake-speares eu'ry Line each Verse Here shall reuiue redeeme thee from thy Herse Nor Fire nor cankring Age as Naso said Of his thy wit-fraught Booke shall once inuade Nor shall I e're beleeue or thinke thee dead Though mist vntill our bankrout Stage be spâl Jmpossible with some new straine t' out-do Passions of Iuliet and her Romeo Or till J heare a Scene more nobly take Then when thy half-Sword parlying Romans spake Till these till any of thy Volumes rest Shall with more fire more feeling be exprest Be sure our Shake-speare thou canst neuer dye But crown'd with Lawrell liue eternally L. Digges To the memorie of M. W. Shake-speare VVEE wondred Shake-speare that thou went'st so soone From the Worlds-Stage to the Graues-Tyring-roome Wee thought thee dead but this thy printed worth Tels thy Spectators that thou went'st but forth To enter with applause An Actors Art Can dye and liue to acte a second part That 's but an Exit of Mortalitie This a Re-entrance to a Plaudite I.M. The Workes of William Shakespeare containing all his Comedies Histories and Tragedies Truely set forth according to their first ORJGJNALL The Names of the Principall Actors in all these Playes WIlliam Shakespeare Richard Burbadge John Hemmings Augustine Phillips William Kempt Thomas Poope George Bryan Henry Condell William Slye Richard Cowly e. John Lowine Samuell Crosse Alexander Cooke Samuel Gilburne Robert Armin. William Ostler Nathan Field John Vnderwood Nicholas Tooley William Ecclestone Joseph Taylor Robert Benfield Robert Goughe Richard Robinson Iohn Shancke Iohn Rice A CATALOGVE of the seuerall Comedies Histories and Tragedies contained in this Volume COMEDIES THe Tempest Folio 1. The two Gentlemen of Verona 20 The Merry Wiues of Windsor 38 Measure for Measure 61 The Comedy of Errours 85 Much adoo about Nothing 101 Loues Labour lost 122 Midsommer Nights Dreame 145 The Merchant of Venice 163 As you Like it 185 The Taming of the Shrew 208 All is well that Ends well 230 Twelfe-Night or what you will 255 The Winters Tale. 304 HISTORIES The Life and Death of King John Fol. 1. The Life death of Richard the second 23 The First part of King Henry the fourth 46 The Second part of K. Henry the fourth 74 The Life of King Henry the Fift 69 The First part of King Henry the Sixt. 96 The Second part of King Hen. the Sixt. 120 The Third part of King Henry the Sixt. 147 The Life Death of Richard the Third 173 The Life of King Henry the Eight 205 TRAGEDIES The Tragedy of Coriolanus Fol. 1. Titus Andronicus 31 Romeo and Juliet 53 Timon of Athens 80 The Life and death of Julius Caesar 109 The Tragedy of Macbeth 131 The Tragedy of Hamlet 152 King Lear. 283 Othello the Moore of Venice 310 Anthony and Cleopater 346 Cymbeline King of Britaine 369 THE TEMPEST Actus primus Scena prima A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard Enter a Ship-master and a Boteswaine Master BOte-swaine Botes Heere Master
me Al. Old Lord I cannot blame thee Who am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse To th' dulling of my spirits Sit downe and rest Euen here I will put off my hope and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer he is droun'd Whom thus we stray to finde and the Sea mocks Our frustrate search on land well let him goe Ant. I am right glad that he 's so out of hope Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose That you resolu'd t' effect Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly Ant. Let it be to night For now they are oppress'd with trauaile they Will not nor cannot vse such vigilance As when they are fresh Solemne and strange Musicke and Prosper on the top inuisibleâ Enter seuerall strange shapes bringing in a Banket and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations and inuiting the King c. to eate they depart Seb. I say to night no more Al. What harmony is this my good friends harke Gen. Maruellous sweet Musicke Alo. Giue vs kind keepers heaueÌs what were these Seb. A liuing Drolerie now I will beleeue That there are Vnicornes that in Arabia There is one Tree the Phoenix throne one Phoenix At this houre reigning there Ant. I le beleeue both And what do's else want credit come to me And I le besworne 'tis true Trauellers nere did lye Though fooles at home condemne ' em Gon. If in Naples I should report this now would they beleeue me If I should say I saw such Islands For certes these are people of the Island Who though they are of monstrous shape yet note Their manners are more gentle kinde then of Our humaine generation you shall finde Many nay almost any Pro. Honest Lord Thou hast said well for some of you there present Are worse then diuels Al. I cannot too much muse Such shapes such gesture and such sound expressing Although they want the vse of tongue a kinde Of excellent dumbe discourse Pro. Praise in departing Fr. They vanish'd strangely Seb. No matter since They haue left their Viands behinde for wee haue stomacks Wilt please you taste of what is here Ale Not I. Gon. Faith Sir you neede not feare when wee were Boyes Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres Dew-lapt like Buls whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their brests which now we finde Each putter out of fiue for one will bring vs Good warrant of Al. I will stand to and feede Although my last no matter since I feele The best is past brother my Lord the Duke Stand too and doe as we Thunder and Lightning Enter Ariell like a Harpey claps his wings vpon the Table and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes Ar. You are three men of sinne whom destiny That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in 't the neuer surfeited Sea Hath caus'd to belch vp you and on this Island Where man doth not inhabit you ' mongst men Being most vnfit to liue I haue made you mad And euen with such like valour men hang and drowne Their proper selues you fooles I and my fellowes Are ministers of Fate the Elements Of whom your swords are temper'd may as well Wound the loud windes or with bemockt-at-Stabs Kill the still closing waters as diminish One dowle that 's in my plumbe My fellow ministers Are like-invulnerable if you could hurt Your swords are now too massie for your strengths And will not be vplifted But remember For that 's my businesse to you that you three From Millaine did supplant good Prospero Expos'd vnto the Sea which hath requit it Him and his innocent childe for which foule deed The Powres delaying not forgetting haue Incens'd the Seas and Shores yea all the Creatures Against your peace Thee of thy Sonne Alonso They haue bereft and doe pronounce by me Lingring perdition worse then any death Can be at once shall step by step attend You and your wayes whose wraths to guard you from Which here in this most desolate Isle else fals Vpon your heads is nothing but hearts-sorrow And a cleere life ensuing He vanishes in Thunder then to soft Musicke Enter the shapes againe and daunce with mockes and mowes and carrying out the Table Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie hast thou Perform'd my Ariell a grace it had deuouring Of my Instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou had'st to say so with good life And obseruation strange my meaner ministers Their seuerall kindes haue done my high charmes work And these mine enemies are all knit vp In their distractions they now are in my powre And in these fits I leaue them while I visit Yong Ferdinand whom they suppose is droun'd And his and mine lou'd darling Gon. I' th name of something holy Sir why stand you In this strange stare Al. O it is monstrous monstrous Me thought the billowes spoke and told me of it The windes did sing it to me and the Thunder That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe pronounc'd The name of Prosper it did base my Trespasse Therefore my Sonne i' th' Ooze is bedded and I 'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded And with him there lye mudded Exit Seb. But one feend at a time I le fight their Legions ore Ant. I le be thy Second Exeunt Gon. All three of them are desperate their great guilt Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after Now gins to bite the spirits I doe beseech you That are of suppler ioynts follow them swiftly And hinder them from what this extasie May now prouoke them to Ad. Follow I pray you Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Prospero Ferdinand and Miranda Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you Your compensation makes amends for I Haue giuen you here a third of mine owne life Or that for which I liue who once againe I tender to thy hand All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue and thou Hast strangely stood the test here afore heauen I ratifie this my rich guift O Ferdinand Doe not smile at me that I boast her of For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise And make it halt behinde her Fer. I doe beleeue it Against an Oracle Pro. Then as my guest and thine owne acquisition Worthily purchas'd take my daughter But If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy right be ministred No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall To make this contract grow but barraine hate Sower-ey'd disdaine and discord shall bestrew The vnion of your bed with weedes so loathly That you shall hate it both Therefore take heede As Hymens Lamps shall light you Fer. As I hope For quiet dayes faire Issue and long life With such loue as 't is now the murkiest den The most opportune place the strongst suggestion Our worser Genius can shall neuer melt Mine honor into lust to take away The edge of
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And turâ her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best coÌtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
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
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
vp Bene. How doth the Lady Beat. Dead I thinke helpe vncle Hero why Hero Vncle Signor Benedicke Frier Leonato O Fate take not away thy heauy hand Death is the fairest couer for her shame That may be wisht for Beatr. How now cosin Hero Fri. Haue comfort Ladie Leon. Dost thou looke vp Frier Yea wherefore should she not Leon. Wherfore Why doth not euery earthly thing Cry shame vpon her Could she heere denie The storie that is printed in her blood Do not liue Hero do not ope thine eyes For did I thinke thou wouldst not quickly die Thought I thy spirits were stronger then thy shames My selfe would on the reward of reproaches Strike at thy life Grieu'd I I had but one Chid I for that at frugal Natures frame O one too much by thee why had I one Why euer was 't thou louelie in my eies Why had I not with charitable hand Tooke vp a beggars issue at my gates Who smeered thus and mir'd with infamie I might haue said no part of it is mine This shame deriues it selfe from vnknowne loines But mine and mine I lou'd and mine I prais'd And mine that I was proud on mine so much That I my selfe was to my selfe not mine Valewing of her why she O she is falne Into a pit of Inke that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her cleane againe And salt too little which may season giue To her foule tainted flesh Ben. Sir sir be patient for my part I am so attired in wonder I know not what to say Bea. O on my soule my cosin is belied Ben. Ladie were you her bedfellow last night Bea. No truly not although vntill last night I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow Leon. Confirm'd confirm'd O that is stronger made Which was before barr'd vp with ribs of iron Would the Princes lie and Claudio lie Who lou'd her so that speaking of her foulnesse Wash'd it with teares Hence from her let her die Fri. Heare me a little for I haue onely bene silent so long and giuen way vnto this course of fortune by noting of the Ladie I haue markt A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face a thousand innocent shames In Angel whitenesse beare away those blushes And in her eie there hath appear'd a fire To burne the errors that these Princes hold Against her maiden truth Call me a foole Trust not my reading nor my obseruations Which with experimental seale doth warrant The tenure of my booke trust not my age My reuerence calling nor diuinitie If this sweet Ladie lye not guiltlesse heere Vnder some biting error Leo. Friar it cannot be Thou seest that all the Grace that she hath left Is that she wil not adde to her damnation A sinne of periury she not denies it Why seek'st thou then to couer with excuse That which appeares in proper nakednesse Fri. Ladie what man is he you are accus'd of Hero They know that do accuse me I know none If I know more of any man aliue Then that which maiden modestie doth warrant Let all my sinnes lacke mercy O my Father Proue you that any man with me conuerst At houres vnmeete or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature Refuse me hate me torture me to death Fri. There is some strange misprision in the Princes Ben. Two of them haue the verie bent of honor And if their wisedomes be misled in this The practise of it liues in Iohn the bastard Whose spirits toile in frame of villanies Leo. I know not if they speake but truth of her These hands shall teare her If they wrong her honour The proudest of them shall wel heare of it Time hath not yet so dried this bloud of mine Nor age so eate vp my inuention Nor Fortune made such hauocke of my meanes Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends But they shall finde awak'd in such a kinde Both strength of limbe and policie of minde Ability in meanes and choise of friends To quit me of them throughly Fri. Pause awhile And let my counsell sway you in this case Your daughter heere the Princesse left for dead Let her awhile be secretly kept in And publish it that she is dead indeed Maintaine a mourning ostentation And on your Families old monument Hang mournfull Epitaphes and do all rites That appertaine vnto a buriall Leon. What shall become of this What wil this do Fri. Marry this wel carried shall on her behalfe Change slander to remorse that is some good But not for that dreame I on this strange course But on this trauaile looke for greater birth She dying as it must be so maintain'd Vpon the instant that she was accus'd Shal be lamented pittied and excus'd Of euery hearer for it so fals out That what we haue we prize not to the worth Whiles we enioy it but being lack'd and lost Why then we racke the value then we finde The vertue that possession would not shew vs Whiles it was ours so will it fare with Claudio When he shal heare she dyed vpon his words Th' Idea of her life shal sweetly creepe Into his study of imagination And euery louely Organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habite More mouing delicate and ful of life Into the eye and prospect of his soule Then when she liu'd indeed then shal he mourne If euer Loue had interest in his Liuer And wish he had not so accused her No though he thought his accusation true Let this be so and doubt not but successe Wil fashion the euent in better shape Then I can lay it downe in likelihood But if all ayme but this be leuelld false The supposition of the Ladies death Will quench the wonder of her infamie And if it sort not well you may conceale her As best befits her wounded reputation In some reclusiue and religious life Out of all eyes tongues mindes and iniuries Bene. Signior Leonato let the Frier aduise you And though you know my inwardnesse and loue Is very much vnto the Prince and Claudio Yet by mine honor I will deale in this As secretly and iustlie as your soule Should with your bodie Leon. Being that I flow in greefe The smallest twine may lead me Frier 'T is well consented presently away For to strange sores strangely they straine the cure Come Lady die to liue this wedding day Perhaps is but prolong'd haue patience endure Exit Bene. Lady Beatrice haue you wept all this while Beat. Yea and I will weepe a while longer Bene. I will not desire that Beat. You haue no reason I doe it freely Bene. Surelie I do beleeue your fair cosin is wrong'd Beat. Ah how much might the man deserue of mee that would right her Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship Beat. A verie euen way but no such friend Bene. May a man doe it Beat. It is a mans office but not yours Bene. I doe loue nothing in the world so well
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath âo childe From Athens is her house remouâ seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
more When truth kils truth O diuelish holy fâay These vowes are Hermias Will you giue her ore Weigh oath with oath and you will nothing weigh Your vowes to her and me put in two scales Will euen weigh and both as light as tales Lys I had no iudgement when to her I swore Hel. Nor none in my minde now you giue her ore Lys Demetrius loues her and he loues not you Awa Dem. O Helen goddesse nimph perfect diuine To what my loue shall I compare thine eyne Christall is muddy O how ripe in show Thy lips those kissing cherries tempting grow That pure congealed white high Taurus snow Fan'd with the Easterne winde turnes to a crow When thou holdst vp thy hand O let me kisse This Princesse of pure white this seale of blisse Hell O spight O hell I see you are all bent To set against me for your merriment If you were ciuill and knew curtesie You would not doe me thus much iniury Can you not hate me as I know you doe But you must ioyne in soules to mocke me to If you are men as men you are in show You would not vse a gentle Lady so To vow and sweare and superpraise my parts When I am sure you hate me with your hearts You both are Riuals and loue Hermia And now both Râuals to mocke Helena A trim exploit a manly enterprize To coniure teares vp in a poore maids eyes With your derision none of noble sort Would so offend a Virgin and extort A poore soules patience all to make you sport Lysa You are vnkind Demetrius be not so For you loue Hermia this you know I know And here with all good will with all my heart In Hermias loue I yeeld you vp my part And yours of Helena to me bequeath Whom I do loue and will do to my death Hel. Neuer did mockers wast more idle breth Dem. Lysander keep thy Hermia I will none If ere I lou'd her all that loue is gone My heart to her but as guest-wise soiourn'd And now to Helen it is home return'd There to remaine Lys It is not so De. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know Lest to thy perill thou abide it deare Looke where thy Loue comes yonder is thy deare Enter Hermia Her Dark night that from the eye his function takes The eare more quicke of apprehension makes Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense It paies the hearing double recompence Thou art not by mine eye Lysander found Mine eare I thanke it brought me to that sound But why vnkindly didst thou leaue me so Lysan Why should hee stay whom Loue doth presse to go Her What loue could presse Lysander from my side Lys Lysanders loue that would not let him bide Faire Helena who more engilds the night Then all you fierie oes and eies of light Why seek'st thou me Could not this make thee know The hate I bare thee made me leaue thee so Her You speake not as you thinke it cannot be Hel. Loe she is one of this confederacy Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three To fashion this false sport in spight of me Iniurious Hermia most vngratefull maid Haue you conspir'd haue you with these contriu'd To baite me with this foule derision Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd The sisters vowes the houres that we haue spent When wee haue chid the hasty footed time For parting vs O is all forgot All schooledaies friendship child-hood innocence We Hermia like two Artificiall gods Haue with our needles created both one flower Both on one sampler sitting on one cushion Both warbling of one song both in one key As if our hands our sides voices and mindes Had beene incorporate So we grew together Like to a double cherry seeming parted But yet a vnion in partition Two louely berries molded on one stem So with two seeming bodies but one heart Two of the first life coats in Heraldry Due but to one and crowned with one crest And will you rent our ancient loue asunder To ioyne with men in scorning your poore friend It is not friendly 't is not maidenly Our sexe as well as I may chide you for it Though I alone doe feele the iniurie Her I am amazed at your passionate words I scorne you not It seemes that you scorne me Hel. Haue you not set Lysander as in scorne To follow me and praise my eies and face And made your other loue Demetrius Who euen but now did spurne me with his foote To call me goddesse nimph diuine and rare Precious celestiall Wherefore speakes he this To her he hates And wherefore doth Lysander Denie your loue so rich within his soule And tender me forsooth affection But by your setting on by your consent What though I be not so in grace as you So hung vpon with loue so fortunate But miserable most to loue vnlou'd This you should pittie rather then despise Her I vnderstand not what you meane by this Hel. I doe perseuer counterfeit sad lookes Make mouthes vpon me when I turne my backe Winke each at other hold the sweete iest vp This sport well carried shall be chronicled If you haue any pittie grace or manners You would not make me such an argument But fare ye well 't is partly mine owne fault Which death or absence soone shall remedie Lys Stay gentle Helena heare my excuse My loue my life my soule faire Helena Hel. O excellent Her Sweete do not scorne her so Dem. If she cannot entreate I can compell Lys Thou canst compell no more then she entreate Thy threats haue no more strength then her weak praise Helen I loue thee by my life I doe I sweare by that which I will lose for thee To proue him false thaâ saies I loue thee not Dem. I say I loue thee more then he can do Lys If thou say so with-draw and proue it too Dem. Quick come Her Lysander whereto tends all this Lys Away you Ethiope Dem. No no Sir seeme to breake loose Take on as you would follow But yet come not you are a tame man go Lys Hang off thou cat thou but vile thing let loose Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent Her Why are you growne so rude What change is this sweete Loue Lys Thy loue out tawny Tartar out Out loathed medicine O hated poison hence Her Do you not iest Hel. Yes sooth and so do you Lys Demetrius I will keepe my word with thee Dem. I would I had your bond for I perceiue A weake bond holds you I le not trust your word Lys What should I hât her strike her kill her dead Although I hate her I le not harme her so Her What can you do me greater harme then hate Hate me wherefore O me what newes my Loue Am not I Hermia Are not you Lysander I am as faire now as I was ere while Since night you lou'd me yet since night you left me Why then you left me O the
and yet enough May not extend so farre as to the Ladie And yet to be afeard of my deseruing Were but a weake disabling of my selfe As much as I deserue why that 's the Lady I doe in birth deserue her and in fortunes In graces and in qualities of breeding But more then these in loue I doe deserue What if I strai'd no farther but chose here Let 's see once more this saying grau'd in gold Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire Why that 's the Lady all the world desires her From the foure corners of the earth they come To kisse this shrine this mortall breathing Saint The Hircanion deserts and the vaste wildes Of wide Arabia are as through fares now For Princes to come view faire Portia The waterie Kingdome whose ambitious head Spets in the face of heauen is no barre To stop the forraine spirits but they come As ore a brooke to see faire Portia One of these three containes her heauenly picture Is' t like that Lead containes her 't were damnation To thinke so base a thought it were too grose To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue Or shall I thinke in Siluer she 's immur'd Being ten times vndervalued to tride gold O sinfull thought neuer so rich a Iem Was set in worse then gold They haue in England A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell Stampt in gold but that 's insculpt vpon But here an Angell in a golden bed Lies all within Deliuer me the key Here doe I choose and thriue I as I may Por. There take it Prince and if my forme lye there Then I am yours Mor. O hell what haue we here a carrion death Within whose emptie eye there is a written scroule I le reade the writing All that glisters is not gold Often haue you heard that cold Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold Guilded timber doe wormes infold Had you beene as wise as bold Yong in limbs in iudgement old Your answere had not beene inscrold Fare you well your suite is cold Mor. Cold indeede and labour lost Then farewell heate and welcome frost Portia adew I haue too grieu'd a heart To take a tedious leaue thus loosers part Exit Por. A gentle riddance draw the curtaines go Let all of his complexion choose me so Exeunt Enter Salarino and Solanio Flo. Cornets Sal. Why man I saw Bassanio vnder sayle With him is Gratiano gone along And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not Sol. The villaine Iew with outcries raisd the Duke Who went with him to search Bassanios ship Sal. He comes too late the ship was vndersaile But there the Duke was giuen to vnderstand That in a Gondilo were seene together Lorenzo and his amorous Iessica Besides Anthonio certified the Duke They were not with Bassanio in his ship Sol. I neuer heard a passion so confusd So strange outragious and so variable As the dogge Iew did vtter in the streets My daughter O my ducats O my daughter Fled with a Christian O my Christian ducats Iustice the law my ducats and my daughter A sealed bag two sealed bags of ducats Of double ducats stolne from me by my daughter And iewels two stones two rich and precious stones Stolne by my daughter iustice finde the girle She hath the stones vpon her and the ducats Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him Crying his stones his daughter and his ducats Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day Or he shall pay for this Sal. Marry well remembred I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday Who told me in the narrow seas that part The French and English there miscaried A vessell of our countrey richly fraught I thought vpon Anthonio when he told me And wisht in silence that it were not his Sol. Yo were best to tell Anthonio what you heare Yet doe not suddainely for it may grieue him Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth I saw Bassanio and Anthonio part Bassanio told him he would make some speede Of his returne he answered doe not so Slubber not businesse for my sake Bassanio But stay the very riping of the time And for the Iewes bond which he hath of me Let it not enter in your minde of loue Be merry and imploy your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such faire ostents of loue As shall conueniently become you there And euen there his eye being big with teares Turning his face he put his hand behinde him And with affection wondrous sencible He wrung Bassanios hand and so they parted Sol. I thinke he onely loues the world for him I pray thee let vs goe and finde him out And quicken his embraced heauinesse With some delight or other Sal. Doe we so Exeunt Enter Nerrissa and a Seruiture Ner. Quick quick I pray thee draw the curtain strait The Prince of Arragon hath tane his oath And comes to his election presently Enter Arragon his traine and Portia Flor. Cornets Por. Behold there stand the caskets noble Prince If you choose that wherein I am contain'd Straight shall our nuptiall rights be solemniz'd But if thou faile without more speech my Lord You must be gone from hence immediately Ar. I am enioynd by oath to obserue three things First neuer to vnfold to any one Which casket 't was I chose next if I faile Of the right casket neuer in my life To wooe a maide in way of marriage Lastly if I doe faile in fortune of my choyse Immediately to leaue you and be gone Por. To these iniunctions euery one doth sweare That comes to hazard for my worthlesse selfe Ar. And so haue I addrest me fortune now To my hearts hope gold siluer and base lead Who chooseth me must giue and hazard all he hath You shall looke fairer ere I giue or hazard What saies the golden chest ha let me see Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire What many men desire that many may be meant By the foole multitude that choose by show Not learning more then the fond eye doth teach Which pries not to th' interior but like the Martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall Euen in the force and rode of casualtie I will not choose what many men desire Because I will not iumpe with common spirits And ranke me with the barbarous multitudes Why then to thee thou Siluer treasure house Tell me once more what title thou doost beare Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues And well said too for who shall goe about To cosen Fortune and be honourable Without the stampe of merrit let none presume To wearâ an vndeserued dignitie O that estates degrees and offices Were not deriuâd corruptly and that cleare honour Were purchast by the merrit of the wearer How many then should couer that stand bare How many be commanded that command How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned From the true seede of honor And how much honor Pickt from the
takes 'T is mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned Monarch better then his Crowne His Scepter shewes the force of temporall power The attribute to awe and Maiestie Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings But mercy is aboue this sceptred sway It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings It is an attribute to God himselfe And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods When mercie seasons Iustice Therefore Iew Though Iustice be thy plea consider this That in the course of Iustice none of vs Should see saluation we do pray for mercie And that same prayer doth teach vs all to render The deeds of mercie I haue spoke thus much To mittigate the iustice of thy plea Which if thou follow this strict course of Venice Must needes giue sentence ' gainst the Merchant there Shy My deeds vpon my head I craue the Law The penaltie and forfeite of my bond Por. Is he not able to discharge the money Bas Yes heere I tender it for him in the Court Yea twice the summe if that will not suffice I will be bound to pay it ten times ore On forfeit of my hands my head my heart If this will not suffice it must appeare That malice beares downe truth And I beseech you Wrest once the Law to your authority To do a great right do a little wrong And curbe this cruell diuell of his will Por. It must not be there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established 'T will be recorded for a President And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state It cannot be Iew. A Daniel come to iudgement yea a Daniel O wise young Iudge how do I honour thee Por. I pray you let me looke vpon the bond Iew. Heere 't is most reuerend Doctor heere it is Por. Shylocke there 's thrice thy monie offered thee Shy An oath an oath I haue an oath in heauen Shall I lay periurie vpon my soule No not for Venice Por. Why this bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Iew may claime A pound of flesh to be by him cut off Neerest the Merchants heart be mercifull Take thrice thy money bid me teare the bond Iew. When it is paid according to the tenure It doth appeare you are a worthy Iudge you know the Law your exposition Hath beene most sound I charge you by the Law Whereof you are a well-deseruing pillar Proceede to iudgement By my soule I sweare There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me I stay heere on my bond An. Most heartily I do beseech the Court To giue the iudgement Por. Why then thus it is you must prepare your bosome for his knife Iew. O noble Iudge O excellent yong man Por. For the intent and purpose of the Law Hath full relation to the penaltie Which heere appeareth due vpon the bond Iew. 'T is verie true O wise and vpright Iudge How much more elder art thou then thy lookes Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome Iew. I his brest So sayes the bond doth it not noble Iudge Neerest his heart those are the very words Por. It is so Are there ballance heere to weigh the flesh Iew. I haue them ready Por. Haue by some Surgeon Shylock on your charge To stop his wounds least he should bleede to death Iew. It is not nominated in the bond Por. It is not so exprest but what of that 'T were good you do so much for charitie Iew. I cannot finde it 't is not in the bond Por. Come Merchant haue you any thing to say Ant. But little I am arm'd and well prepar'd Giue me your hand Bassanio fare you well Greeue not that I am falne to this for you For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde Then is her custome It is still her vse To let the wretched man out-liue his wealth To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of pouerty From which lingring penance Of such miserie doth she cut me off Commend me to your honourable Wife Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end Say how I lou'd you speake me faire in death And when the tale is told bid her be iudge Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue Repent not you that you shall loose your friend And he repents not that he payes your debt For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough I le pay it instantly with all my heart Bas Anthonio I am married to a wife Which is as deere to me as life it selfe But life it selfe my wife and all the world Are not with me esteem'd aboue thy life I would loose all I sacrifice them all Heere to this deuill to deliuer you Por. Your wife would giue you little thanks for that If she were by to heare you make the offer Gra. I haue a wife whom I protest I loue I would she were in heauen so she could Intreat some power to change this currish Iew. Ner. 'T is well you offer it behinde her backe The wish would make else an vnquiet house Iew. These be the Christian husbands I haue a daughter Would any of the stocke of Barrabas Had beene her husband rather then a Christian We trifle time I pray thee pursue sentence Por. A pound of that same marchants flesh is thine The Court awards it and the law doth giue it Iew. Most rightfull Iudge Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast The Law allowes it and the Court awards it Iew. Most learned Iudge a sentence come prepare Por. Tarry a little there is something else This bond doth giue thee heere no iot of bloud The words expresly are a pound of flesh Then take thy bond take thou thy pound of flesh But in the cutting it if thou dost shed One drop of Christian bloud thy lands and goods Are by the Lawes of Venice confiscate Vnto the state of Venice Gra. O vpright Iudge Marke Iew ô learned Iudge Shy Is that the law Por. Thy selfe shalt see the Act For as thou vrgest iustice be assur'd Thou shalt haue iustice more then thou desirest Gra. O learned Iudge mark Iew a learned Iudge Iew. I take this offer then pay the bond thrice And let the Christian goe Bass Heere is the money Por. Soft the Iew shall haue all iustice soft no haste He shall haue nothing but the penalty Gra. O Iew an vpright Iudge a learned Iudge Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh Shed thou no bloud nor cut thou lesse nor more But iust a pound of flesh if thou tak'st more Or lesse then a iust pound be it so much As makes it light or heauy in the substance Or the deuision of the twentieth part Of one poore scruple nay if the scale doe turne But in the estimation of a hayre Thou diest and all thy goods are confiscate Gra A second Daniel a Daniel Iew Now infidell I haue thee on the hip Por. Why doth the Iew pause take thy forfeiture Shy Giue me my principall and
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
of woman i st Vio Of your complection Du. She is not worth thee then What yeares ifaith Vio. About your yeeres my Lord. Du. Too old by heauen Let still the woman take An elder then her selfe so weares she to him So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart For boy howeuer we do praise our seiues Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme More longing wauering sooner lost and worne Then womens are Vio I thinke it well my Lord. Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe Or thy affection cannot hold the bent For women are as Roses whose faire flowre Being once displaid doth fall that verie howre Vio. And so they are alas that they are so To die euen when they to perfection grow Enter Curio Clowne Du. O fellow come the song we had last night Marke it Cesario it is old and plaine The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones Do vse to chaunt it it is silly sooth And dallies with the innocence of loue Like the old age Clo. Are you ready Sir Duke I prethee sing Musicke The Song Come away come away death And in sad cypresse let me be laide Fye away fie away breath I am slaine by a faire cruell maide My shrowd of white stuck all with Ew O prepare it My part of death no one so true did share it Not a flower not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin let there be strewne Not a friend not a friend greet My poore corpes where my bones shall be throwne A thousand thousand sighes to saue lay me ô where Sad true louer neuer find my graue to weepe there Du. There 's for thy paines Clo. No paines sir I take pleasure in singing sir Du. I le pay thy pleasure then Clo. Truely sir and pleasure will be paide one time or another Du. Giue me now leaue to leaue thee Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata for thy minde is a very Opall I would haue men of such constancie put to Sea that their businesse might be euery thing and their intent euerie where for that 's it that alwayes makes a good voyage of nothing Farewell Exit Du. Let all the rest giue place Once more Cesario Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie Tell her my loue more noble then the world Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune But 't is that miracle and Queene of Iems That nature prankes her in attracts my soule Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir Du. It cannot be so answer'd Vio. Sooth but you must Say that some Lady as perhappes there is Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart As you haue for Oliuia you cannot loue her You tel her so Must she not then be answer'd Du. There is no womans sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As loue doth giue my heart no womans heart So bigge to hold so much they lacke retention Alas their loue may be call'd appetite No motion of the Liuer but the Pallat That suffer surfet cloyment and reuolt But mine is all as hungry as the Sea And can digest as much make no compare Betweene that loue a woman can beare me And that I owe Oliuia Vio I but I know Du. What dost thou knowe Vio Too well what loue women to men may owe In faith they are as true of heart as we My Father had a daughter lou'd a man As it might be perhaps were I a woman I should your Lordship Du. And what 's her history Vio. A blanke my Lord she neuer told her loue But let concealment like a worme i' th budde Feede on her damaske cheeke she pin'd in thought And with a greene and yellow melancholly She sate like Patience on a Monument Smiling at greefe Was not this loue indeede We men may say more sweare more but indeed Our shewes are more then will for still we proue Much in our vowes but little in our loue Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house And all the brothers too and yet I know not Sir shall I to this Lady Du. I that 's the Theame To her in haste giue her this Iewell say My loue can giue no place bide no denay exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian Fab. Nay I le come if I loose a scruple of this sport let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly Rascally sheepe-biter come by some notable shame Fa. I would exult man you know he brought me out o' fauour with my Lady about a Beare-baiting heere To. To anger him wee 'l haue the Beare againe and we will foole him blacke and blew shall we not sir Andrew An. And we do not it is pittie of our liues Enter Maria. To. Heere comes the little villaine How now my Mettle of India Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree Maluolio's comming downe this walke he has beene yonder i' the Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe houre obserue him for the loue of Mockerie for I know this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him Close in the name of ieasting lye thou there for heere comes the Trowt that must be caught with tickling Exit Enter Maluolio Mal. 'T is but Fortune all is fortune Maria once told me she did affect me and I haue heard her self come thus neere that should shee fancie it should bee one of my complection Besides she vses me with a more exalted respect then any one else that followes her What should I thinke on 't To. Heere 's an ouer-weening rogue Fa. Oh peace Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue To. Peace I say Mal. To be Count Maluolio To. Ah Rogue An. Pistoll him pistoll him To. Peace peace Mal. There is example for 't The Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe An. Fie on him Iezabel Fa. O peace now he 's deepely in looke how imagination blowes him Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her sitting in my state To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye Mal. Calling my Officers about me in my branch'd Veluet gowne hauing come from a day bedde where I haue left Oliuia sleeping To. Fire and Brimstone Fa. O peace peace Mal. And then to haue the humor of state and after a demure trauaile of regard telling them I knowe my place as I would they should doe theirs to aske for my kinsman Toby To. Boltes and shackles Fa. Oh peace peace peace now now Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start make out for him I frowne the while and perchance winde vp
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
her eye Heate outwardly or breath within I le serue you As I would do the Gods But O thou Tyrant Do not repent these things for they are heauier Then all thy woes can stirre therefore betake thee To nothing but dispaire A thousand knees Ten thousand yeares together naked fasting Vpon a barren Mountaine and still Winter In storme perpetuall could not moue the Gods To looke that way thou wer 't Leo. Go on go on Thou canst not speake too much I haue deseru'd All tongues to talke their bittrest Lord. Say no more How ere the businesse goes you haue made fault I ' th boldnesse of your speech Pau. I am sorry for 't All faults I make when I shall come to know them I do repent Alas I haue shew'd too much The rashnesse of a woman he is toucht To th' Noble heart What 's gone and what 's past helpe Should be past greefe Do not receiue affliction At my petition I beseech you rather Let me be punish'd that haue minded you Of what you should forget Now good my Liege Sir Royall Sir forgiue a foolish woman The loue I bore your Queene Lo foole againe I le speake of her no more nor of your Children I le not remember you of my owne Lord Who is lost too take your patience to you And I le say nothing Leo. Thou didst speake but well When most the truth which I receyue much better Then to be pittied of thee Prethee bring me To the dead bodies of my Queene and Sonne One graue shall be for both Vpon them shall The causes of their death appeare vnto Our shame perpetuall once a day I le visit The Chappell where they lye and teares shed there Shall be my recreation So long as Nature Will beare vp with this exercise so long I dayly vow to vse it Come and leade me To these sorrowes Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Antigonus a Marriner Babe Sheepeheard and Clowne Ant. Thou art perfect then our ship hath toucht vpon The Desarts of Bohemia Mar. I my Lord and feare We haue Landed in ill time the skies looke grimly And threaten present blusters In my conscience The heauens with that we haue in hand are angry And frowne vpon 's Ant. Their sacred wil 's be done go get a-boord Looke to thy barke I le not be long before I call vpon thee Mar. Make your best haste and go not Too-farre i' th Land 't is like to be lowd weather Besides this place is famous for the Creatures Of prey that keepe vpon 't Antig. Go thou away I le follow instantly Mar. I am glad at heart To be so ridde o' th businesse Exit Ant. Come poore babe I haue heard but not beleeu'd the Spirits o' th' dead May walke againe if such thing be thy Mother Appear'd to me last night for ne're was dreame So like a waking To me comes a creature Sometimes her head on one side some another I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow So fill'd and so becomming in pure white Robes Like very sanctity she did approach My Cabine where I lay thrice bow'd before me And gasping to begin some speech her eyes Became two spouts the furie spent anon Did this breake from her Good Antigonus Since Fate against thy better disposition Hath made thy person for the Thower-out Of my poore babe according to thine oath Places remote enough are in Bohemia There weepe and leaue it crying and for the babe Is counted lost for euer Perdita I prethee call 't For this vngentle businesse Put on thee by my Lord thou ne're shalt see Thy Wife Paulina more and so with shrickes She melted into Ayre Affrighted much I did in time collect my selfe and thought This was so and no slumber Dreames are toyes Yet for this once yea superstitiously I will be squar'd by this I do beleeue Hermione hath suffer'd death and that Apollo would this being indeede the issue Of King Polixenes it should heere be laide Either for life or death vpon the earth Of it's right Father Blossome speed thee well There lye and there thy charracter there these Which may if Fortune please both breed thee pretty And still rest thine The storme beginnes poore wretch That for thy mothers fault art thus expos'd To losse and what may follow Weepe I cannot But my heart bleedes and most accurst am I To be by oath enioyn'd to this Farewell The day frownes more and more thou' rt like to haue A lullabie too rough I neuer saw The heauens so dim by day A sauage clamor Well may I get a-boord This is the Chace I am gone for euer Exit pursued by a Beare Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the betweene but getting wenches with childe wronging the Auncientry stealing fighting hearke you now would any but these boylde-braines of nineteene and two and twenty hunt this weather They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Maister if any where I haue them 't is by the sea-side brouzing of Iuy Good-lucke and 't be thy will what haue we heere Mercy on 's a Barne A very pretty barne A boy or a Childe I wonder A pretty one a verie prettie one sure some Scape Though I am not bookish yet I can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape this has beene some staire-worke some Trunke-worke some behinde-doore worke they were warmer that got this then the poore Thing is heere I le take it vp for pity yet I le tarry till my sonne come he hallow'd but euen now Whoa-ho-hoa Enter Clowne Clo. Hilloa loa Shep. What art so neere If thou 'lt see a thing to talke on when thou art dead and rotten come hither what ayl'st thou man Clo. I haue seene two such sights by Sea by Land but I am not to say it is a Sea for it is now the skie betwixt the Firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkins point Shep. Why boy how is it Clo. I would you did but see how it chases how it rages how it takes vp the shore but that 's not to the point Oh the most pitteous cry of the poore soules sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Mast and anon swallowed with yest and froth as you 'ld thrust a Corke into a hogshead And then for the Land-seruice to see how the Beare tore out his shoulder-bone how he cride to mee for helpe and said his name was Antigonus a Nobleman But to make an end of the Ship to see how the Sea flapdragon'd it but first how the poore soules roared and the sea mock'd them and how the poore Gentleman roared and the Beare mock'd him both roaring lowder then the sea or weather Shep. Name of mercy when was this boy Clo. Now now I haue not wink'd since I saw these sights the men are not yet
while Your guests are comming Lift vp your countenance as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptiall which We two haue sworne shall come Perd. O Lady Fortune Stand you auspicious Flo. See your Guests approach Addresse your selfe to entertaine them sprightly And let 's be red with mirth Shep. Fy daughter when my old wife liu'd vpon This day she was both Pantler Butler Cooke Both Dame and Seruant Welcom'd all seru'd all Would sing her song and dance her turne now heere At vpper end o' th Table now i' th middle On his shoulder and his her face o' fire With labour and the thing she tooke to quench it She would to each one sip You are retyred As if you were a feasted one and not The Hostesse of the meeting Pray you bid These vnknowne friends to 's welcome for it is A way to make vs better Friends more knowne Come quench your blushes and present your selfe That which you are Mistris o' th' Feast Come on And bid vs welcome to your sheepe-shearing As your good flocke shall prosper Perd. Sir welcome It is my Fathers will I should take on mee The Hostesseship o' th' day you 're welcome sir Giue me those Flowres there Dorcas Reuerend Sirs For you there 's Rosemary and Rue these keepe Seeming and sauour all the Winter long Grace and Remembrance be to you both And welcome to our Shearing Pol. Shepherdesse A faire one are you well you fit our ages With flowres of Winter Perd. Sir the yeare growing ancient Not yet on summers death nor on the birth Of trembling winter the fayrest flowres o' th season Are our Carnations and streak'd Gilly-vors Which some call Natures bastards of that kind Our rusticke Gardens barren and I care not To get slips of them Pol. Wherefore gentle Maiden Do you neglect them Perd. For I haue heard it said There is an Art which in their pidenesse shares With great creating-Nature Pol. Say there be Yet Nature is made better by no meane But Nature makes that Meane so ouer that Art Which you say addes to Nature is an Art That Nature makes you see sweet Maid we marry A gentler Sien to the wildest Stocke And make conceyue a barke of baser kinde By bud of Nobler race This is an Art Which do's mend Nature change it rather but The Art it selfe is Nature Perd. So it is Pol. Then make you Garden rich in Gilly'vors And do not call them bastards Perd. I le not put The Dible in earth to set one slip of them No more then were I painted I would wish This youth should say 't wer well and onely therefore Desire to breed by me Here 's flowres for you Hot Lauender Mints Sauory Mariorum The Mary-gold that goes to bed with Sun And with him rises weeping These are flowres Of middle summer and I thinke they are giuen To men of middle age Y' are very welcome Cam. I should leaue grasing were I of your flocke And onely liue by gazing Perd. Out alas You 'ld be so leane that blasts of Ianuary Would blow you through and through Now my faâst Friend I would I had some Flowres o' th Spring that might Become your time of day and yours and yours That weare vpon your Virgin-branches yet Your Maiden-heads growing O Proserpina For the Flowres now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dysses Waggon Daffadils That come before the Swallow dares and take The windes of March with beauty Violets dim But sweeter then the lids of Iuno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath pale Prime-roses That dye vnmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength a Maladie Most incident to Maids bold Oxlips and The Crowne Imperiall Lillies of all kinds The Flowre-de-Luce being one O these I lacke To make you Garlands of and my sweet friend To strew him o're and ore Flo. What like a Coarse Perd. No like a banke for Loue to lye and play on Not like a Coarse or if not to be buried But quicke and in mine armes Come take your flours Me thinkes I play as I haue seene them do In Whitsoâ-Pastorals Sure this Robe of mine Do's change my disposition Flo. What you do Still betters what is done When you speake Sweet I 'ld haue you do it euer When you sing I 'ld haue you buy and sell so so giue Almes Pray so and for the ord'ring your Affayres To sing them too When you do dance I wish you A waue o' th Sea that you might euer do Nothing but that moue still still so And owne no other Function Each your doing So singular in each particular Crownes what you are doing in the present deeds That all your Actes are Queenes Perd. O Doricles Your praises are too large but that your youth And the true blood which peepes fairely through 't Do plainly giue you out an vnstain'd Sphepherd With wisedome I might feare my Doricles You woo'd me the false way Flo. I thinke you haue As little skill to feare as I haue purpose To put you to 't But come our dance I pray Your hand my Perdita so Turtles paire That neuer meane to part Perd. I le sweare for ' em Po. This is the prettiest Low-borne Lasse that euer Ran on the greene-sord Nothing she do's or seemes But smackes of something greater then her selfe Too Noble for this place Cam. He tels her something That makes her blood looke on 't Good sooth she is The Queene of Curds and Creame Clo. Come on strike vp Dorcas Mopsa must be your Mistris marry Garlick to mend her kissing with Mop. Now in good time Clo. Not a word a word we stand vpon our manners Come strike vp Heere a Daunce of Shepheards and Shephearddesses Pol. Pray good Shepheard what faire Swaine is this Which dances with your daughter Shep. They call him Doricles and boasts himselfe To haue a worthy Feeding but I haue it Vpon his owne report and I beleeue it He lookes like sooth he sayes he loues my daughter I thinke so too for neuer gaz'd the Moone Vpon the water as hee 'l stand and reade As 't were my daughters eyes and to be plaine I thinke there is not halfe a kisse to choose Who loues another best Pol. She dances fearly Shep. So she do's any thing though I report it That should be silent If yong Doricles Do light vpon her she shall bring him that Which he not dreames of Enter Seruant Ser. O Master if you did but heare the Pedler at the doore you would neuer dance againe after a Tabor and Pipe no the Bag-pipe could not moue you hee singes seuerall Tunes faster then you 'l tell money hee vtters them as he had eaten ballads and all mens eares grew to his Tunes Clo. He could neuer come better hee shall come in I loue a ballad but euen too well if it be dolefull matter merrily set downe or a very pleasant thing indeede and sung lamentably Ser. He hath songs for man or woman of all sizes No Milliner can so fit his
thou at sir Robert He is Sir Roberts sonne and so art thou Bast Iames Gournie wilt thou giue vs leaue a while Gour. Good leaue good Philip. Bast Philip sparrow Iames There 's toyes abroad anon I le tell thee more Exit Iames. Madam I was not old Sir Roberts sonne Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday and nere broke his fast Sir Robert could doe well marrie to confesse Could get me sir Robert could not doe it We know his handy-worke therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limmes Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge Lady Hast thou conspired with thy brother too That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor What meanes this scorne thou most vntoward knaue Bast. Knight knight good mother Basilisco-like What I am dub'd I haue it on my shoulder But mother I am not Sir Roberts sonne I haue disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land Legitimation name and all is gone Then good my mother let me know my father Some proper man I hope who was it mother Lady Hast thou denied thy selfe a Faulconbridge Bast As faithfully as I denie the deuill Lady King Richard Cordelion was thy father By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge That art the issue of my deere offence Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence Bast Now by this light were I âo get againe Madam I would not wish a better father Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth And so doth yours your fault was not your follie Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose Subiected tribute to commanding loue Against whose furie and vnmatched force The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts May easily winne a womans aye my mother With all my heart I thanke thee for my father Who liues and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got I le send his soule to hell Come Lady I will shew thee to my kinne And they shall say when Richard me begot If thou hadst sayd him nay it had beene sinne Who sayes it was he lyes I say t was not Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter before Angiers Philip King of France Lewis Daulphin Austria Constance Arthur Lewis Before Angiers well met braue Austria Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart And fought the holy Warres in Palestine By this braue Duke came early to his graue And for amends to his posteritie At our importance hether is he come To spread his colours boy in thy behalfe And to rebuke the vsurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle English Iohn Embrace him loue him giue him welcome hether Arth. God shall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather that you giue his off-spring life Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand But with a heart full of vnstained loue Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke Lewis A noble boy who would not doe thee right Aust Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse As seale to this indenture of my loue That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France Together with that pale that white-fac'd shore Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides And coopes from other lands her Ilanders Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine That Water-walled Bulwarke still secure And confident from forreine purposes Euen till that vtmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home but follow Armes Const O take his mothers thanks a widdows thanks Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength To make a more requitall to your loue Aust The peace of heauen is theirs y t lift their swords In such a iust and charitable warre King Well then to worke our Cannon shall be bent Against the browes of this resisting towne Call for our cheefest men of discipline To cull the plots of best aduantages Wee 'll lay before this towne our Royal bones Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud But we will make it subiect to this boy Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre And then we shall repent each drop of bloud That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde Enter Chattilion King A wonder Lady lo vpon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd What England saies say breefely gentle Lord We coldly pause for thee Chatilion speake Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege And stirre them vp against a mightier taske England impatient of your iust demands Hath put himselfe in Armes the aduerse windes Whose leisure I haue staid haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as soone as I His marches are expedient to this towne His forces strong his Souldiers confident With him along is come the Mother Queene An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife With her her Neece the Lady Blanch of Spaine With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast And all th' vnsetled humors of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntaries With Ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleenes Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs To make a hazard of new fortunes heere In briefe a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide To doe offence and scathe in Christendome The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand Drum beats To parlie or to fight therefore prepare Kin. How much vnlook'd for is this expedition Aust By how much vnexpected by so much We must awake indeuor for defence For courage mounteth with occasion Let them be welcome then we are prepar'd Enter K. of England Bastard Queene Blanch Pembroke and others K. Iohn Peace be to France If France in peace permit Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne If not bleede France and peace ascend to heauen Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen Fran. Peace be to England if that warre returne From France to England there to liue in peace England we loue and for that Englands sake With burden of our armor heere we sweat This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine But thou from louing England art so farre That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawfull King Cut off the sequence of posterity Out-faced Infant State and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face These eyes these browes were moulded out of his This little abstract doth containe that large Which died in Gâffrey and
a sterne looke but a gentle heart Let him come backe that his compassion may Giue life to yours Hub. Come Boy prepare your selfe Art Is there no remedie Hub. None but to lose your eyes Art O heauen that there were but a moth in yours A graine a dust a gnat a wandering haire Any annoyance in that precious sense Then feeling what small things are boysterous there Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible Hub. Is this your promise Go too hold your toong Art Hubert the vtterance of a brace of tongues Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes Let me not hold my tongue let me not Hubert Or Hubert if you will cut out my tongue So I may keepe mine eyes O spare mine eyes Though to no vse but still to looke on you Loe by my troth the Instrument is cold And would not harme me Hub. I can heate it Boy Art No in good sooth the fire is dead with griefe Being create for comfort to be vs'd In vndeserued extreames See else your selfe There is no malice in this burning cole The breath of heauen hath blowne his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy Art And if you do you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings Hubert Nay it perchance will sparkle in your eyes And like a dogge that is compell'd to fight Snatch at his Master that doth carre him on All things that you should vse to do me wrong Deny their office onely you do lacke That mercie which fierce fire and Iron extends Creatures of note for mercy lacking vses Hub. Well see to liue I will not touch thine eye For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes Yet am I sworne and I did purpose Boy With this same very Iron to burne them out Art O now you looke like Hubert All this while You were disguis'd Hub. Peace no more Adieu Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead I le fill these dogged Spies with false reports And pretty childe sleepe doubtlesse and secure That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee Art O heauen I thanke you Hubert Hub. Silence no more go closely in with mee Much danger do I vndergo for thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Iohn Pembroke Salisbury and other Lordes Iohn Heere once againe we sit once against crown'd And look'd vpon I hope with chearefull eyes Pem. This once again but that your Highnes pleas'd Was once superfluous you were Crown'd before And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off The faiths of men nere stained with reuolt Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change or better State Sal. Therefore to be possess'd with double pompe To guard a Title that was rich before To gilde refined Gold to paint the Lilly To throw a perfume on the Violet To smooth the yee or adde another hew Vnto the Raine-bow or with Taper-Light To seeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garnish Is wastefull and ridiculous excesse Pem. But that your Royall pleasure must be done This acte is as an ancient tale new told And in the last repeating troublesome Being vrged at a time vnseasonable Sal. In this the Anticke and well noted face Of plaine old forme is much disfigured And like a shifted winde vnto a saile It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about Startles and frights consideration Makes sound opinion sicke and truth suspected For putting on so new a fashion'd robe Pem. When Workemen striue to do better then wel They do confound their skill in couetousnesse And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by th' excuse As patches set vpon a little breach Discredite more in hiding of the fault Then did the fault before it was so patch'd Sal. To this effect before you were new crown'd We breath'd our Councell but it pleas'd your Highnes To ouer-beare it and we are all well pleas'd Since all and euery part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your Highnesse will Ioh. Some reasons of this double Corronation I haue possest you with and thinke them strong And more more strong then lesser is my feare I shall indue you with Meane time but aske What you would haue reform'd that is not well And well shall you perceiue how willingly I will both heare and grant you your requests Pem. Then I as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts Both for my selfe and them but chiefe of all Your safety for the which my selfe and them Bend their best studies heartily request Th' infranchisement of Arthur whose restraint Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent To breake into this dangerous argument If what in rest you haue in right you hold Why then your feares which as they say attend The steppes of wrong should moue you to mew vp Your tender kinsman and to choake his dayes With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth The rich aduantage of good exercise That the times enemies may not haue this To grace occasions let it be our suite That you haue bid vs aske his libertie Which for our goods we do no further aske Then whereupon our weale on you depending Counts it your weale he haue his liberty Enter Hubert Iohn Let it be so I do commit his youth To your direction Hubert what newes with you Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye that close aspect of his Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest And I do fearefully beleeue 't is done What we so fear'd he had a charge to do Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go Betweene his purpose and his conscience Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set His passion is so ripe it needs must breake Pem. And when it breakes I feare will issue thence The foule corruption of a sweet childes death Iohn We cannot hold mortalities strong hand Good Lords although my will to giue is liuing The suite which you demand is gone and dead He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sicknesse was past cure Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was Before the childe himselfe felt he was sicke This must be answer'd either heere or hence Ioh. Why do you bend such solemne browes on me Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny Haue I commandement on the pulse of life Sal. It is apparant foule-play and 't is shame That Greatnesse should so grossely offer it So thriue it in your game and so farewell Pem. Stay yet Lord Salisbury I le go with thee And finde th' inheritance of this poore childe His little kingdome of a forced graue That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this I le Three foot of it doth hold bad world the while This must not be thus
straight Weaknesse possesseth me and I am faint Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Salisbury Pembroke and Bigot Sal. I did not thinke the King so stor'd with friends Pem. Vp once againe put spirit in the French If they miscarry we miscarry too Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbridge In spight of spight alone vpholds the day Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick hath left the field Enter Meloon wounded Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere Sal. When we were happie we had other names Pem. It is the Count Meloone Sal. Wounded to death Mel. Fly Noble English you are bought and sold Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion And welcome home againe discarded faith Seeke out King Iohn and fall before his feete For if the French be Lords of this loud day He meanes to recompence the paines you take By cutting off your heads Thus hath he sworne And I with him and many moe with mee Vpon the Altar at S. Edmondsbury Euen on that Altar where we swore to you Deere Amity and euerlasting loue Sal. May this be possible May this be true Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away euen as a forme of waxe Resolueth from his figure ' gainst the fire What in the world should make me now deceiue Since I must loose the vse of all deceite Why should I then be false since it is true That I must dye heere and liue hence by Truth I say againe if Lewis do win the day He is forsworne if ere those eyes of yours Behold another day breake in the East But euen this night whose blacke contagious breath Already smoakes about the burning Crest Of the old feeble and day-wearied Sunne Euen this ill night your breathing shall expire Paying the fine of rated Treachery Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues If Lewis by your assistance win the day Commend me to one Hubert with your King The loue of him and this respect besides For that my Grandsite was an Englishman Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this In lieu whereof I pray you beare me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the Field Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts In peace and part this bodie and my soule With contemplation and deuout desires Sal. We do beleeue thee and beshrew my soule But I do loue the fauour and the forme Of this most faire occasion by the which We will vntread the steps of damned flight And like a bated and retired Flood Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore-look'd And calmely run on in obedience Euen to our Ocean to our great King Iohn My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence For I do see the cruell pangs of death Right in thine eye Away my friends new flight And happie newnesse that intends old right Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Dolphin and his Traine Dol. The Sun of heauen me thought was loth to set But staid and made the Westerne Welkin blush When English measure backward their owne ground In faint Retire Oh brauely came we off When with a volley of our needlesse shot After such bloody toile we bid good night And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp Last in the field and almost Lords of it Enter a Messenger Mes Where is my Prince the Dolphin Dol. Heere what newes Mes The Count Meloone is slaine The English Lords By his perswasion are againe falne off And your supply which you haue wish'd so long Are cast away and sunke on Goodwin sands Dol. Ah fowle shrew'd newes Beshrew thy very hart I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me Who was he that said King Iohn did flie an houre or two before The stumbling night did part our wearie powres Mes Who euer spoke it it is true my Lord. Dol. Well keepe good quarter good care to night The day shall not be vp so soone as I To try the faire aduenture of to morrow Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Bastard and Hubert seuerally Hub. Whose there Speake hoa speake quickely or I shoote Bast A Friend What art thou Hub. Of the part of England Bast Whether doest thou go Hub. What 's that to thee Why may not I demand of thine affaires As well as thou of mine Bast Hubert I thinke Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought I will vpon all hazards well beleeue Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well Who art thou Bast Who thou wilt and if thou please Thou maist be-friend me so much as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets Hub. Vnkinde remembrance thou endles night Haue done me shame Braue Soldier pardon me That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare Bast Come come sans complement What newes abroad Hub. Why heere walke I in the black brow of night To finde you out Bast Brcefe then and what 's the newes Hub. O my sweet sir newes fitting to the night Blacke fearefull comfortlesse and horrible Bast Shew me the very wound of this ill newes I am no woman I le not swound at it Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke I left him almost speechlesse and broke out To acquaint you with this euill that you might The better arme you to the sodaine time Then if you had at leisure knowne of this Bast How did he take it Who did taste to him Hub. A Monke I tell you a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out The King Yet speakes and peraduenture may recouer Bast Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty Hub. Why know you not The Lords are all come backe And brought Prince Henry in their companie At whose request the king hath pardon'd them And they are all about his Maiestie Bast With-hold thine indignation mighty heauen And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power I le tell thee Hubert halfe my power this night Passing these Flats are taken by the Tide These Lincolne-Washes haue deuoured them My selfe well mounted hardly haue escap'd Away before Conduct me to the king I doubt he will be dead or ere I come Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Prince Henry Salisburie and Bigot Hen. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly and his pure braine Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house Doth by the idle Comments that it makes Fore-tell the ending of mortality Enter Pembroke Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak holds beleefe That being brought into the open ayre It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere Doth he still rage Pem. He is more patient Then when you left him euen now he sung Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse fierce extreames In their continuance will not feele themselues Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts Leaues them inuisible and his seige is now
my tong speaks my right drawn sword may proue Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale 'T is not the triall of a Womans warre The bitter clamour of two eager tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be husht and nought at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had return'd These tearmes of treason doubly downe his throat Setting aside his high bloods royalty And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slanderous Coward and a Villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him oddes And meete him were I tide to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where euer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie Bul. Pale trembling Coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King And lay aside my high bloods Royalty Which feare not reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to take vp mine Honors pawne then stoope By that and all the rites of Knight-hood else Will I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoken or thou canst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my shoulder I le answer thee in any faire degree Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be Traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our Cosin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherite vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I said my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles ãâã âame of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers âe which he hath detain'd for lewd employments like a false Traitor and inuirious Villaine Besides I say and will in battaile proue Or heere or elsewhere to the furthest Verge That euer was suruey'd by English eye That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeres Complotted and contriued in this Land Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maintaine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a Traitor Coward Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood Which blood like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chasticement And by the glorious worth of my discent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Norfolke what sayest thou to this Mow. Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face And bid his eares a little while be deafe Till I haue told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foule a lyar King Mowbray impartiall are our eyes and eares Were he my brother nay our kingdomes heyre As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by my Scepters awe I make a vow Such neighbour-neerenesse to our sacred blood Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vn-stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Free speech and fearelesse I to thee allow Mow. Then Bullingbrooke as low as to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throat thou lyest Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers The other part reseru'd I by consent For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that Lye For Glousters death I slew him not but to mine owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duty in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable Father to my foe Once I did lay an ambush for your life A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begg'd Your Graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeal'd It issues from the rancour of a Villaine A recreant and most degenerate Traitor Which in my selfe I boldly will defend And interchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome In hast whereof most heartily I pray Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day King Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me Let 's purge this choller without letting blood This we prescribe though no Physition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our Doctors say This is no time to bleed Good Vnckle let this end where it begun Wee 'l calme the Duke of Norfolke you your son Gaunt To be a make-peace shall become my age Throw downe my sonne the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe hiâ Gaunt When Harris when Obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid agen King Norfolke throw downe we bidde there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread Soueraigne at thy foot My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my dutie owes but my faire name Despight of death that liues vpon my graue To darke dishonours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffel'd heere Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart blood Which breath'd this poyson King Rage must be withstood Giue me his gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mo. Yea but not change his spots take but my shaâ And I resigne my gage My deere deere Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse reputation that away Men are but gilded loame or painted clay A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall brest Mine Honor is my life both grow in one Take Honor from me and my life is done Then deere my Liege mine Honor let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw downe your gage Do you begin Bul. Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin Shall I seeme Crest-falne in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my hight Before this out-dar'd dastard Ere my toong Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parle my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where shame doth harbour euen in Mowbrayes face Exit Gaunt King We were not borne to sue but to command Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be readie as your liues shall answer
author of my blood Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp To reach at victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres And with thy blessings steele my Lances point That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate And fuânish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne Gaunt Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy Rouze vp thy youthfull blood be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and S. George to thriue Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to Kings Richards Throne A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement More then my dancing soule doth celebrate This Feast of Battell with mine Aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeares As gentle and as iocond as to iest Go I to fight Truth hath a quiet brest Rich. Farewell my Lord securely I espy Vertue with Valour couched in thine eye Order the triall Marshall and begin Mar. Harrie of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receiue thy Launce and heauen defend thy right Bul. Strong as a towre in hope I cry Amen Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke 1. Har. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Stands heere for God his Soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray A Traitor to his God his King and him And dares him to set forwards to the fight 3. Har. Here standeth Tho Mowbray Duke of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Herford Lancaster and Derby To God his Soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the signall to begin A charge sounded Mar. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the King hath throwne his Warder downe Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets their Speares And both returne backe to their Chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the Trumpets sound While we returne these Dukes what we decree A long Flourish Draw neere and list What with our Councell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld With that deere blood which it hath fostered And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood Therefore we banish you our Territories You Cosin Herford vpon paine of death Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our faire dominions But treade the stranger pathes of banishment Bul. Your will be done This must my comfort be That Sun that warmes you heere shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment Rich. Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier dombe Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The slye slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limit of thy deere exile The hopelesse word of Neuer to returne Breath I against thee vpon paine of life Mow. A heauy sentence my most Soueraigne Liege And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast forth in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Then an vnstringed Vyall or a Harpe Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tune the harmony Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaoler to attend on me I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence then but speechlesse death Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate After our sentence plaining comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night Ric. Returne againe and take an oath with thee Lay on our Royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the Oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you Truth and Heauen Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor euer looke vpon each others face Nor euer write regreete or reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor euer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill ' Gainst Vs our State our Subiects or our Land Bull. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe all this Bul. Norfolke so fare as to mine enemie By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the ayre Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land Confesse thy Treasons ere thou flye this Realme Since thou hast farre to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soule Mow. No Bullingbroke If euer I were Traitor My name be blotted from the booke of Life And I from heauen banish'd as from hence But what thou art heauen thou and I do know And all too soone I feare the King shall rue Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England all the worlds my way Exit Rich. Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy greeued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares Pluck'd foure away Six frozen Winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word Foure lagging Winters and foure wanton springs End in a word such is the breath of Kings Gaunt I thanke my Liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their Moones and bring their times about My oyle-dride Lampe and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endlesse night My inch of Taper will be burnt and done And blindfold death not let me see my sonne Rich. Why Vncle thou hast many yeeres to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stop no wrinkle in his
not I pleas'd not to be pardon'd am content with all Seeke you to seize and gripe into your hands The Royalties and Rights of banish'd Herfoâd Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Herford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not âarry true Did not the one deserue to haue an heyre Is not his heyre a well-deseruing sonne Take Herfords rights away and take from time His Charters and his customarie rights Let not to morrow then insue to day Be not thy selfe For how art thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbid I say true If you do wrongfully seize Herfords right Call in his Letters Patents that he hath By his Atturneyes generall to sue His Liuerie and denie his offer'd homage You plucke a thousand âangers on your head You loose a thousand well-disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honor and allegeance cannnot thinke Ric. Thinke what you will we seiâe into our hands His plate his goods his money and his lands Yor. I le noâ be by the while My Liege farewell What will ensue heereof there 's none can tell But by bad couâses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit Rich. Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire streight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this businesse to morrow next We will for Ireland and 't is time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vncle Yorke Lord Gouernor of England For he is iust and alwayes louâd vs well Come on out Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of stay is short Flourish Manet North Willoughby Ross Nor. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Ross And liuing too for now his sonne is Duke Wil. Barely in title not in reuennew Nor. Richly in both if iustice had her right Ross My heart is great but it must break with silence Er 't be disburthen'd with a liberall tongue Nor. Nay speake thy mind let him ne'r speak more That speakes thy words againe to do thee harme Wil. Tends that thou 'dst speake to th' Du of Hereford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Ross No good at all that I can do for him Vnlesse you call it good to pitie him Berest and gelded of his patrimonie Nor. Now afore heauen 't is shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many moe Of noble blood in this declining Land The King is not himselfe but basely led By Flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate ' gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute ' Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Ros The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes And quite lost their hearts the Nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Wil. And daily new exâctions are deuis'd As blankes beneuolences and I wot not what But what o' Gods name doth become of this Nor. Wars hath not wasted it for war'd he hath not But basely yeelded vpon comprimize That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes More hath he spent in peace then they in warres Ros The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man Nor. Reproach and dissolution hangeth ouer him Ros He hath not monie for these Irish warres His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke Nor. His noble Kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the winde sit sore vpon our salles And yet we strike not but securely perish Ros We see the very wracke that we must suffer And âauoyded is the danger now For âirstâng so the causes of our wracke Nor. Not so euen through the hollow eyes of death I spâ life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Ros Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold Nor. Then thus I haue from Port le Blan A Bay in Britaine receiu'd intelligence That Harry Duke of Herford Rainald Lord Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother Archbishop late of Canterbury Sir Thomas Erpingham Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Iohn Norberie Sir Robert Wâterton Francis Quoint All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Britaine With eight tall ships three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had ere this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoake Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemish'd Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters gilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in poste to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Ros To horse to horse vrge doubts to them y t feare Wil. Hold out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Queene Bushy and Bagot Bush Madam your Maiesty is too much sad You promis'd when you parted with the King To lay aside selfe-harming heauinesse And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Qu. To please the King I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as greefe Saue bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard yet againe me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in fortunes wombe Is comming towards me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it greeues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bush Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows Which shewes like greefe it selfe but is not so For sorrowes eye glazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing intire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gaz'd vpon Shew nothing but confusion ey'd awry Distinguish forme so your sweet Maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of greefe more then himselfe to waile Which look'd on as it is is naught but shadowes Of what it is not then thrice-gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more 's not seene Or if it be 't is with false sorrowes eie Which for things true weepe things imaginary Qu. It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauy sad As though on thinking on no thought I thinke âakes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush 'T is nothing but conceit my gracious Lady Qu. 'T is nothing lesse conceit is still deriu'd From some fore father greefe mine is not so For nothing hath begot my something greefe Or
something hath the nothing that I greeue 'T is in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowne what I cannot name 't is namelesse woe I wot Enter Greene. Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty and wel met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Qu. Why hop'st thou so T is better hope he is For his designes craue hast his hast good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Gre. That he our hope might haue retyr'd his power and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope Who strongly hath set footing in this Land The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd At Rauenspurg Qu. Now God in heauen forbid Gr. O Madam 't is too true and that is worse The L. Northumberland his yong sonne Henrie Percie The Lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powrefull friends are fled to him Bush Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the reuolted faction Traitors Gre. We haue where upon the Earle of Worcester Hath broke his staffe resign'd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruant fled with him to Bullinbrook Qu. So Greene thou art the midwife of my woe And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie And I a gasping new deliuered mother Haue woe to woe sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd Bush Dispaire not Madam Qu. Who shall hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With couzening hope he is a Flatterer A Parasite a keeper backe of death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life Which false hopes linger in extremity Enter Yorke Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes Vncle for heauens sake speake comfortable words Yor. Comfort 's in heauen and we are on the earth Where nothing liues but crosses care and greefe Your husband he is gone to saile farre off Whilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he try his friends that flattered him Enter a seruant Ser. My Lord your sonne was gone before I came Yor. He was why so go all which way it will The Nobles they are fled the Commons they are cold And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side Sirra get thee to Plathie to my sister Gloster Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my Ring Ser. My Lord I had forgot To tell your Lordship to day I came by and call'd there But â shall greeue you to report the rest Yor. What is' t knaue Ser. An houre before I came the Dutchesse di'de Yor. Heau'n for his mercy what a tide of woes Come rushing on this wofull Land at once I know not what to do I would to heauen So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers What are there postes dispatcht for Ireland How shall we do for money for these warres Come sister Cozen I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home poouide some Carts And bring away the Armour that is there Gentlemen will you muster men If I know how or which way to order these affaires Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me Both are my kinsmen Th' one is my Soueraigne whom both my oath And dutie bids defend th' other againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrong'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right Well somewhat we must do Come Cozen I le dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meet me presently at Barkley Castle I should to Plashy too but time will not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at six and seuen Exit Bush The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuy power Proportionable to th' enemy is all impossible Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue Is neere the hate of those loue not the King Ba And that 's the wauering Commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd Bag. If iudgement lye in them then so do we Because we haue beene euer neere the King Gr. Well I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there Bush Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs Except like Curres to teare vs all in peeces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiestie Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that neu'r shall meete againe Bu. That 's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke Gr. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Iâ numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side sights thousands will flye Bush Farewell at once for once for all and euer Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Exit Scaena Tertia Enter the Duke of Hereford and Northumberland Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire These high wilde hâlles and rough vneeuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable But â bethinke me what a wearie way From Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your companie Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit that I possesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioy Then hope enioy'd By this the wearie Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mâne hath done By sight of what I haue your Noble Companie Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie Then your good words but who comes here Enter H. Percie North. It is my Sonne young Harry Percie Sent from my Brother Worcester Whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnckle Percie I had thought my Lord to haue learn'd his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene Percie No my good Lord he hath forsook the Court Broken his Staffe of Office and disperst The Household of the King North. What was his reason He was not so resolu'd when we last spake together Percie Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor But hee my Lord is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barkely to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford Boy Percie No my good Lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember to my knowledge I neuer
They breake their Faith to God as well as vs Cry Woe Destruction Ruine Losse Decay The worst is Death and Death will haue his day Scroope Glad am I that your Highnesse is so arm'd To beare the tidings of Calamitie Like an vnseasonable stormie day Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores As if the World were all dissolu'd to teares So high aboue his Limits swells the Rage Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull Land With hard bright Steele and hearts harder then Steele White Beares haue arm'd their thin and hairelesse Scalps Against thy Maiestie and Boyes with Womens Voyces Striue to speake bigge and clap their female ioints In stiffe vnwâeldie Armes against thy Crowne Thy very Beads-men learne to bend their Bowes Of double fatall Eugh against thy State Yea Distaffe-Women manage rustie Bills Against thy Seat both young and old rebell And all goes worse then I haue power to tell Rich. Too well too well thou tell'st a Tale so ill Where is the Earle of Wiltshire where is Bagot What is become of Bushie where is Greene That they haue let the dangerous Enemie Measure our Confines with such peacefull steps If we preuaile their heads shall pay for it I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke Scroope Peace haue they made with him indeede my Lord. Rich. Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogges easily woon to fawne on any man Snakes in my heart blood-warm'd that sting my heart Three Iudasses each one thrice worse then Iudas Would they make peace terrible Hell make warre Vpon their spotted Soules for this Offence Scroope Sweet Loue I see changing his propertie Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate Againe vncurse their Soules their peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand And lye full low grau'd in the hollow ground Aum. Is Bushie Greene and the Earle of Wiltshire dead Scroope Yea all of them at Bristow lost their heads Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power Rich. No matter where of comfort no man speake Let 's talke of Graues of Wormes and Epitaphs Make Dust our Paper and with Raynie eyes Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth Let 's chuse Executors and talke of Wills And yet not so for what can we bequeath Saue our deposed bodies to the ground Our Lands our Liues and all are Bullingbrookes And nothing can we call our owne but Death And that small Modell of the barren Earth Which serues as Paste and Couer to our Bones For Heauens sake let vs sit vpon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of Kings How some haue been depos'd some slaine in warre Some haunted by the Ghosts they haue depos'd Some poyson'd by their Wiues some sleeping kill'd All murther'd For within the hollow Crowne That rounds the mortall Temples of a King Keepes Death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pompe Allowing him a breath a little Scene To Monarchize be fear'd and kill with lookes Infusing him with selfe and vaine conceit As if this Flesh which walls about our Life Were Brasse impregnable and humor'd thus Comes at the last and with a little Pinne Bores through his Castle Walls and farwell King Couer your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemne Reuerence throw away Respect Tradition Forme and Ceremonious dutie For you haue but mistooke me all this while I liue with Bread like you feele Want Taste Griefe need Friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carl. My Lord wise men ne're waile their present woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the Foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenesse strength vnto your Foe Feare and be slaine no worse can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying payes death seruile breath Aum. My Father hath a Power enquire of him And learne to make a Body of a Limbe Rich. Thou chid'st me well proud Bullingbrooke I come To change Blowes with thee for our day of Doome This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lyes our Vnckle with his Power Speake sweetly man although thy lookes be sowre Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauie Eye My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to say I play the Torturer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your Vnckle Yorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne Castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes Vpon his Faction Rich. Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despaire What say you now What comfort haue we now By Heauen I le hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Goe to Flint Castle there I le pine away A King Woes slaue shall Kingly Woe obey That Power I haue discharge and let 'em goe To eare the Land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none Let no man speake againe To alter this for counsaile is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word Rich. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards Night to Bullingbrookes faire Day Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Attendants Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welchmen are dispers'd and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this Coast North. The newes is very faire and good my Lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head York It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alack the heauie day When such a sacred King should hide his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his Title out York The time hath beene Would you haue beene so briefe with him he would Haue beene so briefe with you to shorten you For taking so the Head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not Vnckle farther then you should York Take not good Cousin farther then you should Least you mistake the Heauens are ore your head Bull. I know it Vnckle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this Castle yeeld Per. The Castle royally is mann'd my Lord Against thy entrance Bull. Royally Why it containes no King Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lyes Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone And with him the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroope besides a Clergie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the Bishop of Carlâle Bull. Noble Lord Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient
speake my minde herein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To bury mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your Browes are full of Discontent Your Heart of Sorrow and your Eyes of Teares Come home with me to Supper I le lay a Plot Shall shew vs all a merry day Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Queene and Ladies Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill-erected Tower To whose flint Bosome my condemned Lord Is doom'd a Prisoner by prowd Bullingbrooke Here let vs rest if this rebellious Earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Richard and Guard But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to dew And wash him fresh againe with true-loue Teares Ah thou the Modell where old Troy did stand Thou Mappe of Honor thou King Richards Yombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard-fauor'd Griefe be lodg'd in thee When Triumph is become an Ale-house Guest Rich. Ioyne not with griefe faire Woman do not so To make my end too sudden learne good Soule To thinke our former State a happie Dreame From which awak'd the truth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am sworne Brother Sweet To grim Necessitie and hee and I Will keepe a League till Death High thee to France And Cloyster thee in some Religious House Our holy liues must winne a new Worlds Crowne Which our prophane houres here haue stricken downe Qu. What is my Richard both in shape and minde Transform'd and weaken'd Hath Bullingbrooke Depos'd thine Intellect hath he beene in thy Heart The Lyon dying thrusteth forth his Paw And wounds the Earth if nothing else with rage To be o're-powr'd and wilt thou Pupill-like Take thy Correction mildly kisse the Rodde And fawne on Rage with base Humilitie Which art a Lyon and a King of Beasts Rich. A King of Beasts indeed if aught but Beasts I had beene still a happy King of Men. Good sometime Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou tak'st As from my Death-bed my last liuing leaue In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire With good old folkes and let them tell thee Tales Of wofull Ages long agoe betide And ere thou bid good-night to quit their griefe Tell thou the lamentable fall of me And send the hearers weeping to their Beds For why the sencelesse Brands will sympathize The heauie accent of thy mouing Tongue And in compassion weepe the fire out And some will mourne in ashes some coale-black For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northumberland North. My Lord the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madame there is order ta'ne for you With all swift speed you must away to France Rich. Northumberland thou Ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne The time shall not be many houres of age More then it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the Realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which know'st the way To plant vnrightfull Kings wilt know againe Being ne're so little vrg'd another way To pluck him headlong from the vsurped Throne The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare That Feare to Hate and Hate turnes one or both To worthie Danger and deserued Death North. My guilt be on my Head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith Rich. Doubly diuorc'd bad men ye violate A two-fold Marriage 'twixt my Crowne and me And then betwixt me and my marryed Wife Let me vn-kisse the Oath 'twixt thee and me And yet not so for with a Kisse 't was made Part vs Northumberland I towards the North Where shiuering Cold and Sicknesse pines the Clyme My Queene to France from whence set forth in pompe She came adorned hither like sweet May Sent back like Hollowmas or short'st of day Qu. And must we be diuided must we part Rich. I hand from hand my Loue and heart froÌ heart Qu. Banish vs both and send the King with me North. That were some Loue but little Pollicy Qu. Then whither he goes thither let me goe Rich. So two together weeping make one Woe Weepe thou for me in France I for thee heere Better farre off then neere be ne're the neere Goe count thy Way with Sighes I mine with Groanes Qu. So longest Way shall haue the longest Moanes Rich. Twice for one step I le groane y e Way being short And peece the Way out with a heauie heart Come come in wooing Sorrow let 's be briefe Since wedding it there is such length in Griefe One Kisse shall stop our mouthes and dumbely part Thus giue I mine and thus take I thy heart Qu. Giue me mine owne againe 't were no good part To take on me to keepe and kill thy heart So now I haue mine owne againe be gone That I may striue to kill it with a groane Rich. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay Once more adieu the rest let Sorrow say Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Yorke and his Duchesse Duch. My Lord you told me you would tell the rest When weeping made you breake the story off Of our two Cousins comming into London Yorke Where did I leaue Duch. At that sad stoppe my Lord Where rude mis-gouern'd hands from Windowes tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head Yorke Then as I said the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his course While all tongues cride God saue thee Bullingbrooke You would haue thought the very windowes spake So many greedy lookes of yong and old Through Casements darted their desiring eyes Vpon his visage and that all the walles With painted Imagery had said at once Iesu preserue thee welcom Bullingbrooke Whil'st he from one side to the other turning Bare-headed lower then his proud Steeds necke Bespake them thus I thanke you Countrimen And thus still doing thus he past along Dutch Alas poore Richard where rides he the whilst Yorke As in a Theater the eyes of men After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage Are idlely bent on him that enters next Thinking his prattle to be tedious Euen so or with much more contempt mens eyes Did scowle on Richard no man cride God saue him No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off His face still combating with teares and smiles The badges of his greefe and patience That had not God for some strong purpose steel'd The hearts of men they must perforce haue melted And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him But heauen hath a hand in these euents
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leap To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without Co-riuall all her Dignities But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-tongu'd impatient foole Art thou to breake into this Womans mood Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne Hot. Why look you I am whipt scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
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
I haue turn'd away my former Selfe So will I those that kept me Companie When thou dost heare I am as I haue bin Approach me and thou shalt be as thou was 't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots Till then I banish thee on paine of death As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders Not to come neere our Person by ten mile For competence of life I will allow you That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill And as we heare you do reforme your selues We will according to your strength and qualities Giue you aduancement Be it your charge my Lord To see perform'd the tenure of our word Set on Exit King Fal. Master Shallow I owe you a thousand pound Shal. I marry Sir Iohn which I beseech you to let me haue home with me Fal. That can hardly be M. Shallow do not you grieue at this I shall be sent for in priuate to him Looke you he must seeme thus to the world feare not your aduancement I will be the man yet that shall make you great Shal. I cannot well perceiue how vnlesse you should giue me your Doublet and stuffe me out with Straw I beseech you good Sir Iohn let mee haue fiue hundred of my thousand Fal. Sir I will be as good as my word This that you heard was but a colour Shall A colour I feare that you will dye in Sir Iohn Fal. Feare no colours go with me to dinner Come Lieutenant Pistol come Bardolfe I shall be sent for soone at night Ch. Iust Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete Take all his Company along with him Fal. My Lord my Lord. Ch. Iust I cannot now speake I will heare you soone Take them away Pist Si fortuna me tormento spera me contento Exit Manet Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice Iohn I like this faire proceeding of the Kings He hath intent his wonted Followers Shall all be very well prouided for But all are banisht till their conuersations Appeare more wise and modest to the world Ch. Iust And so they are Iohn The King hath call'd his Parliament My Lord. Ch. Iust He hath Iohn I will lay oddes that ere this yeere expire We beare our Ciuill Swords and Natiue fire As farre as France I heare a Bird so sing Whose Musicke to my thinking pleas'd the King Come will you hence Exeunt FINIS EPILOGVE FIRST my Feare then my Curtsie last my Speech My Feare is your Displeasure My Curtsie my Dutie And my speech to Begge your Pardons If you looke for a good speech now you vndoe me For what I haue to say is of mine owne making and what indeed I should say will I doubt prooue mine owne marring But to the Purpose and so to the Venture Be it knowne to you as it is very well I was lately heere in the end of a displeasing Play to pray your Patience for it and to promise you a Better I did meane indeede to pay you with this which if like an ill Venture it come vnluckily home I breake and you my gentle Creditors lose Heere I promist you I would be and heere I commit my Bodie to your Mercies Bate me some and I will-pay you some and as most Debtors do promise you infinitely If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me will you command me to vse my Legges And yet that were but light payment to Dance out of your debt But a good Conscience will make any possible satisfaction and so will I. All the Gentlewomen heere haue forgiuen me if the Gentlemen will not then the Gentlemen do not agree with the Gentlewowen which was neuer seene before in such an Assembly One word more I beseech you if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate our humble Author will continue the Story with Sir Iohn in it and make you merry with faire Katherine of France where for any thing I know Falstaffe shall dye of a sweat vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions For Old-Castle dyed a Martyr and this is not the man My Tongue is wearie when my Legs are too I will bid you good night and so kneele downe before you But indeed to pray for the Queene THE ACTORS NAMES RVMOVR the Presentor King Henry the Fourth Prince Henry afterwards Crowned King Henrie the Fift Prince Iohn of Lancaster Humphrey of Gloucester Thomas of Clarence Sonnes to Henry the Fourth brethren to Henry 5. Northumberland The Arch Byshop of Yorke Mowbray Hastings Lord Bardolfe Trauers Morton Coleuile Opposites against King Henrie the Fourth Warwicke Westmerland Surrey Gowre Harecourt Lord Chiefe Iustice Of the Kings Partie Pointz Falstaffe Bardolphe Pistoll Peto Page Irregular Humorists Shallow Silence Both Country Iustices Dauie Seruant to Shallow Phang and Snare 2. Sericants Mouldie Shadow Wait. Feeble Bullcalfe Country Soldiers Drawers Beadles Groomes Northumberlands Wife Percies Widdow Hostesse Quickly Doll Teare-sheete Epilogue The Life of Henry the Fift Enter Prologue O For a Muse of Fire that would ascend The brightest Heauen of Inuention A Kingdome for a Stage Princes to Act And Monarchs to behold the swelling Scene Then should the Warlike Harry like himselfe Assume the Port of Mars and at his heeles Leasht in like Hounds should Famine Sword and Fire Crouch for employment But pardon Gentles all The flat vnraysed Spirits that hath dar'd On this vnworthy Scaffold to bring forth So great an Obiect Can this Cock-Pit hold The vastie fields of France Or may we cramme Within this Woodden O the very Caskes That did affright the Ayre at Agincourt O pardon since a crocked Figure may Attest in little place a Million And let vs Cyphers to this great Accompt On your imaginarie Forces worke Suppose within the Girdle of these Walls Are now confin'd two mightie Monarchies Whose high vp-reared and abutting Fronts The perillous narrow Ocean parts asunder Peece out our imperfections with your thoughts Into a thousand parts diuide one Man And make imaginarie Puissance Thinke when we talke of Horses that you see them Printing their prowd Hoofes i' th' receiuing Earth For 't is your thoughts that now must deck our Kings Carry them here and there Iumping o're Times Turning th' accomplishment of many yeeres Into an Howre-glasse for the which supplie Admit me Chorus to this Historie Who Prologue-like your humble patience pray Gently to heare kindly to iudge our Play Exit Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely Bish Cant. MY Lord I le tell you that selfe Bill is vrg'd Which in th' eleueÌth yere of y e last Kings reign Was like and had indeed against vs past But that the scambling and vnquiet time Did push it out of farther question Bish Ely But how my Lord shall we resist is now Bish Cant. It must be thought on if it passe against vs We loose the better halfe of our Possession For all the Temporall Lands which men deuout By Testament haue giuen to the Church Would they strip from vs
you from the Bridge Flu. I assure you there is very excellent Seruices committed at the Bridge Gower Is the Duke of Exeter safe Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon and a man that I loue and honour with my soule and my heart and my dutie and my liue and my liuing and my vttermost power He is not God be praysed and blessed any hurt in the World but keepes the Bridge most valiantly with excellent discipline There is an aunchient Lieutenant there at the Pridge I thinke in my very conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony and hee is a man of no estimation in the World but I did see him doe as gallant seruice Gower What doe you call him Flu. Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll Gower I know him not Enter Pistoll Flu. Here is the man Pist Captaine I thee beseech to doe me fauours the Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well Flu. I I prayse God and I haue merited some loue at his hands Pist. Bardolph a Souldier firme and sound of heart and of buxome valour hath by cruell Fate and giddie Fortunes furious fickle Wheele that Goddesse blind that stands vpon the rolling restlesse Stone Flu. By your patience aunchient Pistoll Fortune is painted blinde with a Muffler afore his eyes to signifie to you that Fortune is blinde and shee is painted also with a Wheele to signifie to you which is the Morall of it that shee is turning and inconstant and mutabilitie and variation and her foot looke you is fixed vpon a Sphericall Stone which rowles and rowles and rowles in good truth the Poet makes a most excellent description of it Fortune is an excellent Morall Pist Fortune is Bardolphs foe and frownes on him for he hath stolne a Pax and hanged must a be a damned death let Gallowes gape for Dogge let Man goe free and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate but Exeter hath giuen the doome of death for Pax of little price Therefore goe speake the Duke will heare thy voyce and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of Penny-Cord and vile reproach Speake Captaine for his Life and I will thee requite Flu. Aunchient Pistoll I doe partly vnderstand your meaning Pist Why then reioyce therefore Flu. Certainly Aunchient it is not a thing to reioyce at for if looke you he were my Brother I would desire the Duke to vse his good pleasure and put him to execution for discipline ought to be vsed Pist Dye and be dam'd and Figo for thy friendship Flu. It is well Pist The Figge of Spaine Exit Flu. Very good Gower Why this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall I remember him now a Bawd a Cut-purse Flu. I le assure you a vtt'red as praue words at the Pridge as you shall see in a Summers day but it is very well what he ha's spoke to me that is well I warrant you when time is serue Gower Why 't is a Gull a Foole a Rogue that now and then goes to the Warres to grace himselfe at his returne into London vnder the forme of a Souldier and such fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names and they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done at such and such a Sconce at such a Breach at such a Conuoy who came off brauely who was shot who disgrac'd what termes the Enemy stood on and this they conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre which they tricke vp with new-tuned Oathes and what a Beard of the Generalls Cut and a horride Sute of the Campe will doe among foming Bottles and Ale-washt Wits is wonderfull to be thought on but you must learne to know such slanders of the age or else you may be maruellously mistooke Flu. I tell you what Captaine Gower I doe perceiue hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to the World hee is if I finde a hole in his Coat I will tell him my minde hearke you the King is comming and I must speake with him from the Pridge Drum and Colours Enter the King and his poore Souldiers Flu. God plesse your Maiestie King How now Fluellen cam'st thou from the Bridge Flu. I so please your Maiestie The Duke of Exeter ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge the French is gone off looke you and there is gallant and most praue passages marry th' athuersarie was haue possession of the Pridge but he is enforced to retyre and the Duke of Exeter is Master of the Pridge I can tell your Maiestie the Duke is a praue man King What men haue you lost Fluellen Flu. The perdition of th' athuersarie hath beene very great reasonnable great marry for my part I thinke the Duke hath lost neuer a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a Church one Bardolph if your Maiestie know the man his face is all bubukles and whelkes and knobs and flames a fire and his lippes blowes at his nose and it is like a coale of fire sometimes plew and sometimes red but his nose is executed and his fire 's out King Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off and we giue expresse charge that in our Marches through the Countrey there be nothing compell'd from the Villages nothing taken but pay'd for none of the French vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language for when Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome the gentler Gamester is the soonest winner Tucket Enter Mountioy Mountioy You know me by my habit King Well then I know thee what shall I know of thee Mountioy My Masters mind King Vnfold it Mountioy Thus sayes my King Say thou to Harry of England Though we seem'd dead we did but sleepe Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse Tell him wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe but that wee thought not good to bruise an iniurie till it were full ripe Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is imperiall England shall repent his folly see his weakenesse and admire our sufferance Bid him therefore consider of his ransome which must proportion the losses we haue borne the subiects we haue lost the disgrace we haue digested which in weight to re-answer his pettinesse would bow vnder For our losses his Exchequer is too poore for th' effusion of our bloud the Muster of his Kingdome too faint a number and for our disgrace his owne person kneeling at our feet but a weake and worthlesse satisfaction To this adde defiance and tell him for conclusion he hath betrayed his followers whose condemnation is pronounc't So farre my King and Master so much my Office King What is thy name I know thy qualitie Mount Mountioy King Thou doo'st thy Office fairely Turne thee back And tell thy King I doe not seeke him now But could be willing to march on to Callice Without impeachment for to say the sooth Though 't is no wisdome to confesse so much Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled My numbers
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
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
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke âan prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
engyrt with miserie For what 's more miserable then Discontent Ah Vnckle Humfrey in thy face I see The Map of Honor Truth and Loyaltie And yet good Humfrey is the houre to come That ere I prou'd thee false or fear'd thy faith What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate That these great Lords and Margaret our Queene Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life Thou neuer didst them wrong nor no man wrong And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe And binds the Wretch and beats it when it strayes Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-house Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe Looking the way her harmelesse young one went And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad vnhelpefull teares and with dimn'd eyes Looke after him and cannot doe him good So mightie are his vowed Enemies His fortunes I will weepe and 'twixt each groane Say who 's a Traytor Gloster he is none Exit Queene Free Lords Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames Henry my Lord is cold in great Affaires Too full of foolish pittie and Glosters shew Beguiles him as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers Or as the Snake roll'd in a flowring Banke With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child That for the beautie thinkes it excellent Beleeue me Lords were none more wise then I And yet herein I iudge mine owne Wit good This Gloster should be quickly rid the World To rid vs from the feare we haue of him Card. That he should dye is worthie pollicie But yet we want a Colour for his death 'T is meet he be condemn'd by course of Law Suff. But in my minde that were no pollicie The King will labour still to saue his Life The Commons haply rise to saue his Life And yet we haue but triuiall argument More then mistrust that shewes him worthy death Yorke So that by this you would not haue him dye Suff. Ah Yorke no man aliue so faine as I. Yorke 'T is Yorke that hath more reason for his death But my Lord Cardinall and you my Lord of Suffolke Say as you thinke and speake it from your Soules Wer 't not all one an emptie Eagle were set To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector Queene So the poore Chicken should be sure of death Suff. Madame 't is true and wer 't not madnesse then To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer His guilt should be but idly posted ouer Because his purpose is not executed No let him dye in that he is a Fox By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him Be it by Gynnes by Snares by Subtletie Sleeping or Waking 't is no matter how So he be dead for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit Queene Thrice Noble Suffolke 't is resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and seldome meant But that my heart accordeth with my tongue Seeing the deed is meritorious And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe Say but the word and I will be his Priest Card. But I would haue him dead my Lord of Suffolke Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest Say you consent and censure well the deed And I le prouide his Executioner I tender so the safetie of my Liege Suff. Here is my Hand the deed is worthy doing Queene And so say I. Yorke And I and now we three haue spoke it It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome Enter a Poste Post Great Lords from Ireland am I come amaine To signifie that Rebels there are vp And put the Englishmen vnto the Sword Send Succours Lords and stop the Rage betime Before the Wound doe grow vncurable For being greene there is great hope of helpe Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause Yorke That Somerset be sent as Regent thither 'T is meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France Som. If Yorke with all his farre-fet pollicie Had beene the Regent there in stead of me He neuer would haue stay'd in France so long Yorke No not to lose it all as thou hast done I rather would haue lost my Life betimes Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home By staying there so long till all were lost Shew me one skarre character'd on thy Skinne Mens flesh preseru'd so whole doe seldome winne Qu. Nay then this sparke will proue a raging fire If Wind and Fuell be brought to feed it with No more good Yorke sweet Somerset be still Thy fortune Yorke hadst thou beene Regent there Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his Yorke What worse then naught nay then a shame take all Somerset And in the number thee that wishest shame Card. My Lord of Yorke trie what your fortune is Th' vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen To Ireland will you leade a Band of men Collected choycely from each Countie some And trie your hap against the Irishmen Yorke I will my Lord so please his Maiestie Suff. Why our Authoritie is his consent And what we doe establish he confirmes Then Noble Yorke take thou this Taske in hand Yorke I am content Prouide me Souldiers Lords Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires Suff. A charge Lord Yorke that I will see perform'd But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey Card. No more of him for I will deale with him That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more And so breake off the day is almost spent Lord Suffolke you and I must talke of that euent Yorke My Lord of Suffolke within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers For there I le shippe them all for Ireland Suff. I le see it truly done my Lord of Yorke Exeunt Mauet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke or neuer steele thy fearfull thoughts And change misdoubt to resolution Be that thou hop'st to be or what thou art Resigne to death it is not worth th' enioying Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man And finde no harbor in a Royall heart Faster theÌ Spring-time showres comes thoght on thoght And not a thought but thinkes on Dignitie My Brayne more busie then the laboring Spider Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies Well Nobles well 't is politikely done To send me packing with an Hoast of men I feare me you but warme the starued Snake Who cherisht in your breasts will sting your hearts 'T was men I lackt and you will giue them me I take it kindly yet be well assur'd You put sharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâe of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
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
in Capite And we charge and command that their wiues be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell Dicke My Lord When shall we go to Cheapside and take vp commodities vpon our billes Cade Marry presently All. O braue Enter one with the heads Cade But is not this brauer Let them kisse one another For they lou'd well When they were aliue Now part them againe Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France Soldiers Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night For with these borne before vs in steed of Maces Will we ride through the streets at euery Corner Haue them kisse Away Exit Alarum and Retreat Enter againe Cade and all his rabblement Cade Vp Fish-streete downe Saint Magnes corner kill and knocke downe throw them into Thames Sound a parley What noise is this I heare Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill Enter Buckingham and old Clifford Buc. I heere they be that dare and will disturb thee Know Cade we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons whom thou hast misled And heere pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace Clif. What say ye Countrimen will ye relent And yeeld to mercy whil'st 't is offered you Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths Who loues the King and will imbrace his pardon Fling vp his cap and say God saue his Maiesty Who hateth him and honors not his Father Henry the fift that made all France to quake Shake he his weapon at vs and passe by All. God saue the King God saue the King Cade What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue And you base Pezants do ye beleeue him will you needs be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til you had recouered your ancient Freedome But you are all Recreants and Dastards and delight to liue in slauerie to the Nobility Let them breake your backes with burthens take your houses ouer your heads rauish your Wiues and Daughters before your faces For me I will make shift for one and so Gods Cursse light vppon you all All. Wee 'l follow Cade Wee 'l follow Cade Clif Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift That thus you do exclaime you 'l go with him Will he conduct you through the heart of France And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes Alas he hath no home no place to flye too Nor knowes he how to liue but by the spoile Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends and vs. Wer 't not a shame that whilst you liue at iarre The fearfull French whom you late vanquished Should make a start ore-seas and vanquish you Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle I see them Lording it in London streets Crying Villiago vnto all they meete Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy To France to France and get what you haue lost Spare England for it is your Natiue Coast Henry hath mony you are strong and manly God on our side doubt not of Victorie All. A Clifford a Clifford Wee 'l follow the King and Clifford Cade Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too fro as this multitude The name of Henry the fift hales them to an hundred mischiefes and makes them leaue mee desolate I see them lay their heades together to surprize me My sword make way for me for heere is no staying in despight of the diuels and hell haue through the verie middest of you and heauens and honor be witnesse that no want of resolution in mee but onely my Followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake mee to my heâles Exit Buck. What is he fled Go some and follow him And he that brings his head vnto the King Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward Exeunt some of them Follow me souldiers wee 'l deuise a meane To reconcile you all vnto the King Exeunt omnes Sound Trumpets Enter King Queene and Somerset on the Tarras King Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne And could command no more content then I No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle But I was made a King at nine months olde Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King As I do long and wish to be a Subiect Enter Buckingham and Clifford Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty Kin. Why Buckingham is the Traitor Cade surpris'd Or is he but retir'd to make him strong Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes Clif. He is fled my Lord and all his powers do yeeld And humbly thus with halters on their neckes Expect your Highnesse doome of life or death King Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise Souldiers this day haue you redeem'd your liues And shew'd how well you loue your Prince Countrey Continue still in this so good a minde And Henry though he be infortunate Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde And so with thankes and pardon to you all I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries All. God saue the King God saue the King Enter a Messenger Mes Please it your Grace to be aduertised The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes Is marching hitherward in proud array And still proclaimeth as he comes along His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset whom he tearmes a Traitor King Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest Like to a Ship that hauing scap'd a Tempest Is straight way calme and boorded with a Pyrate But now is Cade driuen backe his men dispierc'd And now is Yorke in Armes to second him I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him And aske him what 's the reason of these Armes Tell him I le send Duke Edmund to the Tower And Somerset we will commit thee thither Vntill his Army be dismist from him Somerset My Lord I le yeelde my selfe to prison willingly Or vnto death to do my Countrey good King In any case be not to rough in termes For he is fierce and cannot brooke hard Language Buc. I will my Lord and doubt not so to deale As all things shall redound vnto your good King Come wife let 's in and learne to gouern better For yet may England curse my wretched raigne Flourish Exeunt Enter Cade Cade Fye on Ambitions fie on my selfe that haue a sword and yet am ready to famish These fiue daies haue I hid me in these Woods and durst not peepe out for all the Country is laid for me but now am I so hungry that if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares I could stay no longer Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
Suppose this arme is for the Duke of Yorke And this for Rutland both bound to reuenge Wer 't thou inuiron'd with a Brazen wall Clif. Now Richard I am with thee heere alone This is the hand that stabb'd thy Father Yorke And this the hand that slew thy Brother Rutland And here 's the heart that triumphs in their death And cheeres these hands that slew thy Sire and Brother To execute the like vpon thy selfe And so haue at thee They Fight Warwicke comes Clifford flies Rich. Nay Warwicke single out some other Chace For I my selfe will hunt this Wolfe to death Exeunt Alarum Enter King Henry alone Hen. This battell fares like to the mornings Warre When dying clouds contend with growing light What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes Can neither call it perfect day nor night Now swayes it this way like a Mighty Sea Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Winde Now swayes it that way like the selfe-same Sea Forc'd to retyre by furie of the Winde Sometime the Flood preuailes and than the Winde Now one the better then another best Both tugging to be Victors brest to brest Yet neither Conqueror nor Conquered So is the equall poise of this fell Warre Heere on this Mole-hill will I sit me downe To whom God will there be the Victorie For Margaret my Queene and Clifford too Haue chid me from the Battell Swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence Would I were dead if Gods good will were so For what is in this world but Greefe and Woe Oh God! me thinkes it were a happy life To be no better then a homely Swaine To sit vpon a hill as I do now To carue out Dialls queintly point by point Thereby to see the Minutes how they runne How many makes the Houre full compleate How many Houres brings about the Day How many Dayes will finish vp the Yeare How many Yeares a Mortall man may liue When this is knowne then to diuide the Times So many Houres must I tend my Flocke So many Houres must I take my Rest So many Houres must I Contemplate So many Houres must I Sport my selfe So many Dayes my Ewes haue bene with yong So many weekes ere the poore Fooles will Eane So many yeares ere I shall sheere the Fleece So Minutes Houres Dayes Monthes and Yeares Past ouer to the end they were created Would bring white haires vnto a Quiet graue Ah! what a life were this How sweet how louely Giues not the Hawthorne bush a sweeter shade To Shepheards looking on their silly Sheepe Then doth a rich Imbroider'd Canopie To Kings that feare their Subiects treacherie Oh yes it doth a thousand fold it doth And to conclude the Shepherds homely Curds His cold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle His wonted sleepe vnder a fresh trees shade All which secure and sweetly he enioyes Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates His Viands sparkling in a Golden Cup His bodie couched in a curious bed When Care Mistrust and Treason waits on him Alarum Enter a Sonne that hath kill'd his Father at one doore and a Father that hath kill'd his Sonne at another doore Son Ill blowes the winde that profits no body This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight May be possessed with some store of Crownes And I that haply take them from him now May yet ere night yeeld both my Life and them To some man else as this dead man doth me Who 's this Oh God! It is my Fathers face Whom in this Conflict I vnwares haue kill'd Oh heauy times begetting such Euents From London by the King was I prest forth My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man Came on the part of Yorke prest by his Master And I who at his hands receiu'd my life Haue by my hands of Life bereaued him Pardon me God I knew not what I did And pardon Father for I knew not thee My Teares shall wipe away these bloody markes And no more words till they haue flow'd their fill King O pitteous spectacle O bloody Times Whiles Lyons Warre and battaile for their Dennes Poore harmlesse Lambes abide their enmity Weepe wretched man I le ayde thee Teare for Teare And let our hearts and eyes like Ciuill Warre Be blinde with teares and break ore-charg'd with griefe Enter Father bearing of his Sonne Fa. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me Giue me thy Gold if thou hast any Gold For I haue bought it with an hundred blowes But let me see Is this our Foe-mans face Ah no no no it is mine onely Sonne Ah Boy if any life be left in thee Throw vp thine eye see see what showres arise Blowne with the windie Tempest of my heart Vpon thy wounds that killes mine Eye and Heart O pitty God this miserable Age What Stragems how fell how Butcherly Erreoneous mutinous and vnnaturall This deadly quarrell daily doth beget O Boy thy Father gaue thee life too soone And hath bereft thee of thy life too late King Wo aboue wo greefe more theÌ common greefe O that my death would stay these ruthfull deeds O pitty pitty gentle heauen pitty The Red Rose and the White are on his face The fatall Colours of our striuing Houses The one his purple Blood right well resembles The other his pale Cheekes me thinkes presenteth Wither one Rose and let the other flourish If you contend a thousand liues must wither Son How will my Mother for a Fathers death Take on with me and ne're be satisfi'd Fa. How will my Wife for slaughter of my Sonne Shed seas of Teares and ne're be satisfi'd King How will the Country for these woful chances Mis-thinke the King and not be satisfied Son Was euer sonne so rew'd a Fathers death Fath. Was euer Father so bemoan'd his Sonne Hen. Was euer King so greeu'd for Subiects woe Much is your sorrow Mine ten times so much Son I le beare thee hence where I may weepe my fill Fath. These armes of mine shall be thy winding sheet My heart sweet Boy shall be thy Sepulcher For from my heart thine Image ne're shall go My sighing brest shall be thy Funerall bell And so obsequious will thy Father be Men for the losse of thee hauing no more As Priam was for all his Valiant Sonnes I le beare thee hence and let them fight that will For I haue murthered where I should not kill Exit Hen. Sad-hearted-men much ouergone with Care Heere sits a King more wofull then you are Alarums Excursions Enter the Queen the Prince and Exeter Prin. Fly Father flye for all your Friends are fled And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull Away for death doth hold vs in pursuite Qu. Mount you my Lord towards Barwicke post amaine Edward and Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds Hauing the fearfull flying Hare in sight With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath And bloody steele graspt in their yrefull hands Are at our backes and therefore hence amaine Exet. Away for vengeance comes along
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâse our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
safest onely in her byrth Qu. And onely in that safety dyed her Brothers Rich. Loe at their Birth good starres were opposite Qu. No to their liues ill friends were contrary Rich. All vnauoyded is the doome of Destiny Qu. True when auoyded grace makes Destiny My Babes were destin'd to a fairer death If grace had blest thee with a fairer life Rich You speake as if that I had slaine my Cosins Qu. Cosins indeed and by their Vnckle couzend Of Comfort Kingdome Kindred Freedome Life Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts Thy head all indirectly gaue direction No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes But that still vse of greefe makes wilde greefe tame My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death Like a poore Barke of sailes and tackling rose Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome Rich. Madam so thriue I in my enterprize And dangerous successe of bloody warres As I intend more good to you and yours Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd Qu. What good is couer'd with the face of heauen To be discouered that can do me good Rich. Th' aduancement of your children gentle Lady Qu. Vp to some Scaffold there to lose their heads Rich. Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory Qu. Flatter my sorrow with report of it Tell me what State what Dignity what Honor Canst thou demise to any childe of mine Rich. Euen all I haue I and my selfe and all Will I withall indow a childe of thine So in the Lethe of thy angry soule Thou drowne the sad remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I haue done to thee Qu. Be breefe least that the processe of thy kindnesse Last longer telling then thy kindnesse date Rich. Then know That from my Soule I loue thy Daughter Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her soule Rich. What do you thinke Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule So from thy Soules loue didst thou loue her Brothers And from my hearts loue I do thanke thee for it Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter And do intend to make her Queene of England Qu. Well then who dost y u meane shall be her King Rich. Euen he that makes her Queene Who else should bee Qu. What thou Rich. Euen so How thinke you of it Qu. How canst thou woo her Rich. That I would learne of you As one being best acquainted with her humour Qu. And wilt thou learne of me Rich. Madam with all my heart Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her Brothers A paire of bleeding hearts thereon ingraue Edward and Yorke then haply will she weepe Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy Father steept in Rutlands blood A hand-kercheefe which say to her did dreyne The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall If this inducement moue her not to loue Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds Tell her thou mad'st away her Vnckle Clarence Her Vnckle Riuers I and for her sake Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne Rich. You mocke me Madam this not the way To win your daughter Qu. There is no other way Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape And not be Richard that hath done all this Ric. Say that I did all this for loue of her Qu. Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee Hauing bought loue with such a bloody spoyle Rich. Looke what is done cannot be now amended Men shall deale vnaduisedly sometimes Which after-houres giues leysure to repent If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes To make amends I le giue it to your daughter If I haue kill'd the issue of your wombe To quicken your encrease I will beget Mine yssue of your blood vpon your Daughter A Grandams name is little lesse in loue Then is the doting Title of a Mother They are as Children but one steppe below Euen of your mettall of your very blood Of all one paine saue for a night of groanes Endur'd of her for whom you bid like sorrow Your Children were vexation to your youth But mine shall be a comfort to your Age The losse you haue is but a Sonne being King And by that losse your Daughter is made Queene I cannot make you what amends I would Therefore accept such kindnesse as I can Dorset your Sonne that with a fearfull soule Leads discontented steppes in Forraine soyle This faire Alliance quickly shall call home To high Promotions and great Dignity The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife Familiarly shall call thy Dorset Brother Againe shall you be Mother to a King And all the Ruines of distressefull Times Repayr'd with double Riches of Content What we haue many goodly dayes to see The liquid drops of Teares that you haue shed Shall come againe transform'd to Orient Pearle Aduantaging their Loue with interest Often-times double gaine of happinesse Go then my Mother to thy Daughter go Make bold her bashfull yeares with your experience Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale. Put in her tender heart th' aspiring Flame Of Golden Soueraignty Acquaint the Princesse With the sweet silent houres of Marriage ioyes And when this Arme of mine hath chastised The petty Rebell dull-brain'd Buckingham Bound with Triumphant Garlands will I come And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed To whom I will retaile my Conquest wonne And she shal be sole Victoresse Caesars Caesar Qu. What were I best to say her Fathers Brother Would be her Lord Or shall I say her Vnkle Or he that slew her Brothers and her Vnkles Vnder what Title shall I woo for thee That God the Law my Honor and her Loue Can make seeme pleasing to her tender yeares Rich. Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance Qu Which she shall purchase with stil lasting warre Rich. Tell her the King that may command intreats Qu. That at her hands which the kings King forbids Rich. Say she shall be a High and Mighty Queene Qu. To vaile the Title as her Mother doth Rich. Say I will loue her euerlastingly Qu. But how long shall that title euer last Rich. Sweetly in force vnto her faire liues end Qu. But how long fairely shall her sweet life last Rich. As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it Qu As long as Hell and Richard likes of it Rich. Say I her Soueraigne am her Subiect low Qu. But she your Subiect lothes such Soueraignty Rich. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her Qu. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told Rich. Then plainly to her tell my louing tale Qu. Plaine and not honest is too harsh a style Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow and to
weary of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of meanes poore Rats had hang'd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Britaines whom our Fathers Haue in their owne Land beaten bobb'd and thump'd And on Record left them the heires of shame Shall these enioy our Lands lye with our Wiues Rauish our daughters Drum afarre off Hearke I heare their Drumme Right Gentlemen of England fight boldly yeomen Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head Spurre your proud Horses hard and âide in blood Amaze the welkin with your broken staues Enter a Messenger What sayes Lord Stanley will he bring his power Mes My Lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My Lord the Enemy is past the Marsâ After the battaile let George Stanley dye King A thousand hearts are great within my bosom Aduance our Standards set vpon our Foes Our Ancient word of Courage faire S. George Inspire vs with the spleene of fiery Dragons Vpon them Victorie sits on our helpes Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cat. Rescue my Lord of Norfolke Rescue Rescue The King enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euery danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescue faire Lord or else the day is lost Alarums Enter Richard Rich. A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Cates. Withdraw my Lord I le helpe you to a Horse Rich. Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the Dye I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to day in stead of him A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter Richmond Derby bearing the Crowne with diuers other Lords Richm. God and your Armes Be prais'd Victorious Friends The day is ours the bloudy Dogge is dead Der. Couragious Richmond Well hast thou acquit thee Loe Heere these long vsurped Royalties From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch Haue I pluck'd off to grace thy Browes withall Weare it and make much of it Richm. Great God of Heauen say Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Der. He is my Lord and safe in Leicester Towne Whither if you please we may withdraw vs. Richm. What men of name are slaine on either side Der. Iohn Duke of Norfolke Walter Lord Ferris Sir Robert Brokenbury and Sir William Brandon Richm. Interre their Bodies as become their Births Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the Sacrament We will vnite the White Rose and the Red. Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity What Traitor heares me and sayes not Amen England hath long beene mad and scarr'd her selfe The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood The Father rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne The Sonne compell'd beene Butcher to the Sire All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster Diuided in their dire Diuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true Succeeders of each Royall House By Gods faire ordinance conioyne together And let thy Heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with Smooth-fac'd Peace With smiling Plenty and faire Prosperous dayes Abate the edge of Traitors Gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase That would with Treason wound this faire Lands peace Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd Peace liues agen That she may long liue heere God say Amen Exeunt FINIS The Famous History of the Life of King HENRY the Eight THE PROLOGVE I Come no more to make you laugh Things now That beare a Weighty and a Serious Brow Sad high and working full of State and Woe Such Noble Scoenes as draw the Eye to flow We now present Those that can Pitty heere May if they thinke it well let fall a Teare The Subiect will deserue it Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue May heere finde Truth too Those that come to see Onely a show or two and so agree The Play may passe If they be still and willing I le vndertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short houres Onely they That come to heare a Merry Bawdy Play A noyse of Targets Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coate garded with Yellow Will be deceyu'd For gentle Hearers know To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show As Foole and Fight is beside forfeâting Our owne Braines and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true we now intend Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend Therefore for Goodnesse sake and as you are knowne The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne Be sad as we would make ye Thânkeye see The very Persons of our Noble Story As they were Liuing Thinke you see them Great And follow'd with the generall throng and sweat Of thousand Friends Then in a moment see How soone this Mightinesse meets Misery And if you can be merry then I le say A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore At the other the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Aburgauenny Buckingham GOod morrow and well met How haue ye done Since last we saw in France Norf. I thanke your Grace Healthfull and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber when Those Sunnes of Glory those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde I was then present saw them salute on Horsebacke Beheld them when they lighted how they clung In their Embracement as they grew together Which had they What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one Buck. All the whole time I was my Chambers Prisoner Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory Men might say Till this time Pompe was single but now married To one aboue it selfe Each following day Became the next dayes master till the last Made former Wonders it 's To day the French All Clinquant all in Gold like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English and to morrow they Made Britaine India Euery man that stood Shewâd like a Mine Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins all gilt the Madams too Not vs'd to toyle did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them that their very labour Was to them as a Painting Now this Maske Was cry'de incompareable and th' ensuing night Made it a Foole and Begger The two Kings Equall in lustre were now best now worst As presence did present them Him in eye Still him in praise and being present both 'T was said they saw but one and no Discerner Durst wagge his
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
Away Exeunt Enter Cominius as it were in retire with soldiers Com. Breath you my friends wel fought we are come off Like Romans neither foolish in our stands Nor Cowardly in retyre Beleeue me Sirs We shall be charg'd againe Whiles we haue strooke By Interims and conueying gusts we haue heard The Charges of our Friends The Roman Gods Leade their successes as we wish our owne That both our powers with smiling Fronts encountring May giue you thankfull Sacrifice Thy Newes Enter a Messenger Mess The Cittizens of Corioles haue yssued And giuen to Lartius and to Martius Battaile I saw our party to their Trenches driuen And then I came away Com. Though thou speakest truth Me thinkes thou speak'st not well How long is' t since Mes Aboue an houre my Lord. Com. 'T is not a mile briefely we heard their drummes How could'st thou in a mile confound an houre And bring thy Newes so late Mes Spies of the Volces Held me in chace that I was forc'd to wheele Three or foure miles about else had I sir Halfe an houre since brought my report Enter Martius Com. Whos 's yonder That doe's appeare as he were Flead O Gods He has the stampe of Martius and I haue Before time seene him thus Mar. Come I too late Com. The Shepherd knowes not Thunder froÌ a Taber More then I know the sound of Martius Tongue From euery meaner man Martius Come I too late Com. I if you come not in the blood of others But mantled in your owne Mart. Oh! let me clip ye In Armes as sound as when I woo'd in heart As merry as when our Nuptiall day was done And Tapers burnt to Bedward Com. Flower of Warriors how is' t with Titus Lartius Mar. As with a man busied about Decrees Condemning some to death and some to exile Ransoming him or pittying threatning th' other Holding Corioles in the name of Rome Euen like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leash To let him slip at will Com. Where is that Slaue Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches Where is he Call him hither Mar. Let him alone He did informe the truth but for our Gentlemen The common file a plague-Tribunes for them The Mouse ne're shunn'd the Cat as they did budge From Rascals worse then they Com. But how preuail'd you Mar. Will the time serue to tell I do not thinke Where is the enemy Are you Lords a' th Field If not why cease you till you are so Com. Martius we haue at disaduantage fought And did retyre to win our purpose Mar. How lies their Battell Know you on w c side They haue plac'd their men of trust Com. As I guesse Martius Their Bands i' th Vaward are the Antients Of their best trust O're them Auffidious Their very heart of Hope Mar. I do beseech you By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought By th' Blood we haue shed together By th' Vowes we haue made To endure Friends that you directly set me Against Affidious and his Antiats And that you not delay the present but Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd and Darts We proue this very houre Com. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle Bath And Balmes applyed to you yet dare I neuer Deny your asking take your choice of those That best can ayde your action Mar. Those are they That most are willing if any such be heere As it were sinne to doubt that loue this painting Wherein you see me smear'd if any feare Lessen his person then an ill report If any thinke braue death out-weighes bad life And that his Countries deerer then himselfe Let him alone Or so many so minded Waue thus to expresse his disposition And follow Martius They all shout and waue their swords take him vp in their Armes and cast vp their Caps Oh me alone make you a sword of me If these shewes be not outward which of you But is foure Volces None of you but is Able to beare against the great Auffidious A Shield as hard as his A certaine number Though thankes to all must I select from all The rest shall beare the businesse in some other fight As cause will be obey'd please you to March And foure shall quickly draw out my Command Which men are best inclin'd Com. March on my Fellowes Make good this ostentation and you shall Diuide in all with vs. Exeunt Titus Lartius hauing set a guard vpon Carioles going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius and Caius Martius Enters with a Lieutenant other Souldiours and a Scout Lar. So let the Ports be guarded keepe your Duties As I haue set them downe If I do send dispatch Those Centuries to our ayd the rest will serue For a short holding if we loose the Field We cannot keepe the Towne Lieu. Feare not our care Sir Lart Hence and shut your gates vpon 's Our Guider come to th' Roman Gampe conduct vs. Exit Alarum as in Battaile Enter Martius and Auffidius at seueral doores Mar. I le fight with none but thee for I do hate thee Worse then a Promise-breaker Auffid We hate alike Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre More then thy Fame and Enuy Fix thy foot Mar. Let the first Budger dye the others Slaue And the Gods doome him after Auf. If I flye Martius hollow me like a Hare Mar. Within these three houres Tullus Alone I fought in your Corioles walles And made what worke I pleas'd 'T is not my blood Wherein thou seest me maskt for thy Reuenge Wrench vp thy power to th' highest Auf. Wer 't thou the Hector That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny Thou should'st not scape me heere Heere they fight and certaine Volces come in the ayde of Auffi Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles Officious and not valiant you haue sham'd me In your condemned Seconds Flourish Alarum A Retreat is sounded Enter at one Doore Cominius with the Romanes At another Doore Martius with his Arms in a Scarfe Com. If I should tell thee o're this thy dayes Worke Thou't not beleeue thy deeds but I le report it Where Senators shall mingle teares with smiles Where great Patricians shall attend and shrug I' th' end admire where Ladies shall be frighted And gladly quak'd heare more where the dull Tribunes That with the fustie Plebeans hate thine Honors Shall say against their hearts We thanke the Gods Our Rome hath such a Souldier Yet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast Hauing fully din'd before Enter Titus with his Power from the Pursuit Titus Lartius Oh Generall Here is the Steed wee the Caparison Hadst thou beheld Martius Pray now no more My Mother who ha's a Charter to extoll her Bloud When she do's prayse me grieues me I haue done as you haue done that 's what I can Induc'd as you haue beene that 's for my Countrey He that ha's but effected his good will Hath ouerta'ne mine Act. Com. You shall not be the Graue of your deseruing Rome
in a peale then Enter Saturninus Tamora Bassianus Lauinia Chiron Demetrius and their Attendants Ti. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie Madam to you as many and as good I promised your Grace a Hunters peale Satur. And you haue rung it lustily my Lords Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies Bass Lauinia how say you Laui I say no I haue bene awake two houres and more Satur. Come on then horse and Chariots let vs haue And to our sport Madam now shall ye see Our Romaine hunting Mar. I haue dogges my Lord Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase And clime the highest Pomontary top Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game Makes way and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine Deme. Chiron we hunt not we with Horse nor Hound But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground Exeunt Enter Aaron alone Aron He that had wit would thinke that I had none To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree And neuer after to inherit it Let him that thinks of me so abiectly Know that this Gold must coine a stratageme Which cunningly effected will beget A very excellent peece of villany And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest Enter Tamora to the Moore Tamo My louely Aaron Wherefore look'st thou sad When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boast The Birds chaunt melody on euery bush The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne The greene leaues quiuer with the cooling winde And make a cheker'd shadow on the ground Vnder their sweete shade Aaron let vs sit And whil'st the babling Eccho mock's the Hounds Replying shrilly to the well tun'd-Hornes As if a double hunt were heard at once Let vs sit downe and marke their yelping noyse And after conflict such as was suppos'd The wandring Prince and Dido once enioy'd When with a happy storme they were surpris'd And Curtain'd with a Counsaile-keeping Caue We may each wreathed in the others armes Our pastimes done possesse a Golden slumber Whiles Hounds and Hornes and sweet Melodious Birds Be vnto vs as is a Nurses Song Of Lullabie to bring her Babe asleepe Aron Madame Though Venus gouerne your desires Saturne is Dominator ouer mine What signifies my deadly standing eye My silence and my Cloudy Melancholie My fleece of Woolly haire that now vncurles Euen as an Adder when she doth vnrowle To do some fatall execution No Madam these are no Veneriall signes Vengeance is in my heart death in my hand Blood and reuenge are Hammering in my head Harke Tamora the Empresse of my Soule Which neuer hopes more heauen then rests in thee This is the day of Doome for Bassianus His Philomel must loose her tongue to day Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chastity And wash their hands in Bassianus blood Seest thou this Letter take it vp I pray thee And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle Now question me no more we are espied Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty Which dreads not yet their liues destruction Enter Bassianus and Lauinia Tamo Ah my sweet Moore Sweeter to me then life Aron No more great Empresse Bassianus comes Be crosse with him and I le goe fetch thy Sonnes To backe thy quarrell what so ere they be Bassi Whom haue we heere Romes Royall Empresse Vnfurnisht of our well beseeming troope Or is it Dian habited like her Who hath abandoned her holy Groues To see the generall Hunting in this Forrest Tamo Sawcie controuler of our priuate steps Had I the power that some say Dian had Thy Temples should be planted presently With Hornes as was Acteons and the Hounds Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art Laui Vnder your patience gentle Empresse 'T is thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning And to be doubted that your Moore and you Are singled forth to try experiments Ioue sheild your husband from his Hounds to day 'T is pitty they should take him for a Stag. Bassi Beleeue me Queene your swarth Cymerion Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue Spotted detested and abhominable Why are you sequestred from all your traine Dismounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed And wandred hither to an obscure plot Accompanied with a barbarous Moore If foule desire had not conducted you Laui And being intercepted in your sport Great reason that my Noble Lord be rated For Saucinesse I pray you let vs hence And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue This valley fits the purpose passing well Bassi The King my Brother shall haue notice of this Laui I for these sliâs haue made him noted long Good King to be so mightily abused Tamora Why I haue patience to endure all this Enter Chiron and Demetrius Dem. How now deere Soueraigne And our gracious Mother Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan Tamo Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale These two haue tic'd me hither to this place A barren detested vale you see it is The Trees though Sommer yet forlorne and leane Ore-come with Mosse and balefull Misselto Heere neuer shines the Sunne heere nothing breeds Vnlesse the nightly Owle or fatall Rauen And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit They told me heere at dead time of the night A thousand Fiends a thousand hissing Snakes Ten thousand swelling Toades as many Vrchins Would make such fearefull and confused cries As any mortall body hearing it Should straite fall mad or else die suddenly No sooner had they told this hellish tale But strait they told me they would binde me heere Vnto the body of a dismall yew And leaue me to this miserable death And then they call'd me foule Adulteresse Lasciuious Goth and all the bitterest teaânâes That euer eare did heare to such effect And had you not by wondrous fortune come This vengeance on me had they executed Reuenge it as you loue your Mothers life Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children Dem. This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne stab him Chi. And this for me Strook home to shew my strength Laui I come Semeramis nay Barbarous Tamora For no name fits thy nature but thy owne Tam. Giue me thy poyniard you shal know my boyes Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong Deme. Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her First thrash the Corne then after burne the straw This Minion stood vpon her chastity Vpon her Nuptiall vow her loyaltie And with that painted hope braues your Mightinesse And shall she carry this vnto her graue Chi. And if she doe I would I were an Eunuch Drag hence her husband to some secret hole And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our lust Tamo But when ye haue the hony we desire Let not this Waspe out-liue vs both to sting Chir. I warrant you Madam we will make that sure Come Mistris now perforce we will enioy That nice-preserued honesty of yours Laui Oh Tamora thou bear'st a woman face Tamo I will not
vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares Or who hath brought the fatall engine in That giues our Troy our Rome the ciuill wound My heart is not compact of flint nor steele Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie And breake my very vttrance euen in the time When it should moue you to attend me most Lending your kind hand Commiseration Heere is a Captaine let him tell the tale Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake Luc. This Noble Auditory be it knowne to you That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother And they it were that rauished our Sister For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded Our Fathers teares despis'd and basely cousen'd Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out And sent her enemies vnto the graue Lastly my selfe vnkindly banished The gates shut on me and turn'd weeping out To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend And I am turned forth be it knowne to you That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body Alas you know I am no Vaunter I My scars can witnesse dumbe although they are That my report is iust and full of truth But soft me thinkes I do digresse too much Cyting my worthlesse praise Oh pardon me For when no Friends are by men praise themselues Marc. Now is my turne to speake Behold this Child Of this was Tamora deliuered The issue of an Irreligious Moore Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes The Villaine is aliue in Titus house And as he is to witnesse this is true Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge These wrongs vnspeakeable past patience Or more then any liuing man could beare Now you haue heard the truth what say you Romaines Haue we done ought amisse shew vs wherein And from the place where you behold vs now The poore remainder of Andronici Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines And make a mutuall closure of our house Speake Romaines speake and if you say we shall Loe hand in hand Lucius and I will fall Emilli Come come thou reuerent man of Rome And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand Lucius our Emperour for well I know The common voyce do cry it shall be so Mar. Lucius all haile Romes Royall Emperour Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death As punishment for his most wicked life Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour Luc. Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne so To heale Romes harmes and wipe away her woe But gentle people giue me ayme a-while For Nature puts me to a heauy taske Stand all aloofe but Vnckle draw you neere To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips These forrowfull drops vpon thy bloud-slaine face The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne Mar. Teare for teare and louing kisse for kisse Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips O were the summe of these that I should pay Countlesse and infinit yet would I pay them Luc. Come hither Boy come come and learne of vs To melt in showres thy Grandsire lou'd thee well Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee Sung thee asleepe his Louing Brest thy Pillow Many a matter hath he told to thee Meete and agreeing with thine Infancie In that respect then like a louing Childe Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring Because kinde Nature doth require it so Friends should associate Friends in Greefe and Wo. Bid him farwell commit him to the Graue Do him that kindnesse and take leaue of him Boy O Grandsire Grandsire euen with all my heart Would I were Dead so you did Liue againe O Lord I cannot speake to him for weeping My teares will choake me if I ope my mouth Romans You sad Andronici haue done with woes Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch That hath beene breeder of these dire euents Luc. Set him brest deepe in earth and famish him There let him stand and raue and cry for foode If any one releeues or pitties him For the offence he dyes This is our doome Some stay to see him fast'ned in the earth Aron O why should wrath be mute Fury dumbe I am no Baby I that with base Prayers I should repent the Euils I haue done Ten thousand worse then euer yet I did Would I performe if I might haue my will If one good Deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very Soule Lucius Some louing Friends conuey the Emp. hence And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue My Father and Lauinia shall forthwith Be closed in our Housholds Monument As for that heynous Tyger Tamora No Funerall Rite nor man in mournfull Weeds No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey Her life was Beast-like and deuoid of pitty And being so shall haue like want of pitty See Iustice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore From whom our heauy happes had their beginning Then afterwards to Order well the State That like Euents may ne're it Ruinate Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF ROMEO and IVLIET Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Sampson and Gregory with Swords and Bucklers of the House of Capulet Sampson GRegory A my word wee 'l not carry coales Greg. No for then we should be Colliars Samp. I mean if we be in choller wee 'l draw Greg. I While you liue draw your necke out o' th Collar Samp. I strike quickly being mou'd Greg. But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague moues me Greg. To moue is to stir and to be valiant is to stand Therefore if thou art mou'd thou runst away Samp. A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues Greg. That shewes thee a weake slaue for the weakest goes to the wall Samp. True and therefore women being the weaker Vessels are euer thrust to the wall therefore I will push Mountagues men from the wall and thrust his Maides to the wall Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters and vs their men Samp. 'T is all one I will shew my selfe a tyrant when I haue fought with the men I will bee ciuill with the Maids and cut off their heads Greg. The heads of the Maids Sam. I the heads of the Maids or their Maiden-heads Take it in what sence thou wilt Greg. They must take it sence that feele it Samp. Me they shall feele while I am able to stand And 't is knowne I am a pretty peece of flesh Greg. 'T is well thou art not Fish If thou had'st
he Ben. There lies that Tybalt Citi. Vp sir go with me I charge thee in the Princes names obey Enter Prince old Montague Capulet their Wiues and all Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray Ben. O Noble Prince I can discouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall There lies the man slaine by young Romeo That slew thy kinsman braue Mercutio Cap. Wi. Tybalt my Cozin O my Brothers Child O Prince O Cozin Husband O the blood is spild Of my deare kinsman Prince as thou art true For bloud of ours shed bloud of Mountague O Cozin Cozin Prin. Benuolio who began this Fray Ben. Tybalt here slaine whom Romeo's hand did slay Romeo that spoke him faire bid him bethinke How nice the Quarrell was and vrg'd withall Your high displeasure all this vttered With gentle breath calme looke knees humbly bow'd Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene Of Tybalts deafe to peace but that he Tilts With Peircing steele at bold Mercutio's breast Who all as hot turnes deadly point to point And with a Martiall scorne with one hand beates Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt whose dexterity Retorts it Romeo he cries aloud Hold Friends Friends part and swifter then his tongue His aged arme beats downe their fatall points And twixt them rushes vnderneath whose arme An enuious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio and then Tybalt fled But by and by comes backe to Romeo Who had but newly entertained Reuenge And too 't they goe like lightning for ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slaine And as he fell did Romeo turne and flie This is the truth or let Benuolio die Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague Affection makes him false he speakes not true Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I beg for Iustice which thou Prince must giue Romeo slew Tybalt Romeo must not liue Prin. Romeo slew him he slew Mercutio Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. Cap. Not Romeo Prince he was Mercutios Friend His fault concludes but what the law should end The life of Tybalt Prin. And for that offence Immediately we doe exile him hence I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding But I le Amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine It will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase our abuses Therefore vse none let Romeo hence in hast Else when he is found that houre is his last Beare hence this body and attend our will Mercy not Murders pardoning those that kill Exeunt Enter Iuliet alone Iul. Gallop apace you fiery footed fleedes Towards Phaebus lodging such a Wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in Cloudie night immediately Spred thy close Curtaine Loue-performing night That run-awayes eyes may wincke and Romeo Leape to these armes vntalkt of and vnseene Louers can see to doe their Amorous rights And by their owne Beauties or if Loue be blind It best agrees with night come ciuill night Thou sober suted Matron all in blacke And learne me how to loose a winning match Plaid for a paire of stainlesse Maidenhoods Hood my vnman'd blood bayting in my Cheekes With thy Blacke mantle till strange Loue grow bold Thinke true Loue acted simple modestie Come night come Romeo come thou day in night For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens backe Come gentle night come louing blackebrow'd night Giue me my Romeo and when I shall die Take him and cut him out in little starres And he will make the Face of heauen so fine That all the world will be in Loue with night And pay no worship to the Garish Sun O I haue bought the Mansion of a Loue But not possest it and though I am sold Not yet enioy'd so tedious is this day As is the night before some Festiuall To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not weare them O here comes my Nurse Enter Nurse with cords And she brings newes and euery tongue that speaks But Romeos name speakes heauenly eloquence Now Nurse what newes what hast thou there The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch Nur. I I the Cords Iuli. Ay me what newes Why dost thou wring thy hands Nur. A welady hee 's dead hee 's dead We are vndone Lady we are vndone Alacke the day hee 's gone hee 's kil'd he 's dead Iul. Can heauen be so enuious Nur. Romeo can Though heauen cannot O Romeo Romeo Who euer would haue thought it Romeo Iuli. What diuell art thou That dost torment me thus This torture should be roar'd in dismall hell Hath Romeo slaine himselfe say thou but I And that bare vowell I shall poyson more Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice I am not I if there be such an I. Or those eyes shot that makes thee answere I If he be slaine say I or if not no. Briefe sounds determine of my weale or wo. Nur. I saw the wound I saw it with mine eyes God saue the marke here on his manly brest A pitteous Coarse a bloody piteous Coarse Pale pale as ashes all bedawb'd in blood All in gore blood I sounded at the sight Iul. O breake my heart Poore Banckrout breake at once To prison eyes nere looke on libertie Vile earth to earth resigne end motion here And thou and Romeo presse on heauie beere Nur. O Tybalt Tybalt the best Friend I had O curteous Tybalt honest Gentleman That euer I should liue to see thee dead Iul. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Romeo slaughtred and is Tybalt dead My dearest Cozen and my dearer Lord Then dreadfull Trumpet sound the generall doome For who is liuing if those two are gone Nur. Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished Romeo that kil'd him he is banished Iul. O God! Did Rom'os hand shed Tybalts blood It did it did alas the day it did Nur. O Serpent heart hid with a flowring face Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue Beautifull Tyrant fiend Angelicall Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen Woluish-rauening Lambe Dispised substance of Diuinest show Iust opposite to what thou iustly seem'st A dimne Saint an Honourable Villaine O Nature what had'st thou to doe in hell When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend In mortall paradise of such sweet flesh Was euer booke containing such vile matter So fairely bound O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous Pallace Nur. There 's no trust no faith no honestie in men All periu'rd all forsworne all naught all dissemblers Ah where 's my man giue me some Aqua-vitae These griefes these woes these sorrowes make me old Shame come to Romeo Iul. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish he was not borne to shame Vpon his brow shame is asham'd to
night looke that thou lie alone Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber Take thou this Violl being then in bed And this distilling liquor drinke thou off When presently through all thy veines shall run A cold and drowsie humour for no pulse Shall keepe his natiue progresse but surcease No warmth no breath shall testifie thou liuest The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade To many ashes the eyes windowes fall Like death when he shut vp the day of life Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment Shall stiffe and starke and cold appeare like death And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death Thou shalt continue two and forty houres And then awake as from a pleasant sleepe Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes To rowse thee from thy bed there art thou dead Then as the manner of our country is In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie In the meane time against thou shalt awake Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift And hither shall he come and that very night Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua And this shall free thee from this present shame If no inconstant toy nor womanish feare Abate thy valour in the acting it Iul. Giue me giue me O tell not me ofcare Fri. Hold get you gone be strong and prosperous In this resolue I le send a Frier with speed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. Iu. Loue giue me strength And strength shall helpe afford Farewell deare father Exit Enter Father Capulet Mother Nurse and Seruing men two or three Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ Sirrah go hire me twenty cunning Cookes Ser. You shall haue none ill sir for I le trie if they can licke their fingers Cap. How canst thou trie them so Ser. Marrie sir 't is an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne fingers therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me Cap. Go be gone we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence Nur. I forsooth Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her A peeuish selfe-wild harlotry it is Enter Iuliet Nur. See where she comes from shrift With merrie looke Cap. How now my headstrong Where haue you bin gadding Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon pardon I beseech you Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you Cap. Send for the Countie goe tell him of this I le haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell And gaue him what becomed Loue I might Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie Cap. Why I am glad on 't this is well stand vp This is as 't should be let me see the County I marrie go I say and fetch him hither Now afore God this reueren'd holy Frier All our whole Cittie is much bound to him Iul. Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow Mo. No not till Thursday there 's time inough Fa. Go Nurse go with her Wee le to Church to morrow Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse Mo. We shall be short in our prouision 'T is now neere night Fa. Tush I will stirre about And all things shall be well I warrant thee wife Go thou to Iuliet helpe to deckevp her I le not to bed to night let me alone I le play the huswife for this once What ho They are all forth well I will walke my selfe To Countie Paris to prepare him vp Against to morrow my heart is wondrous light Since this same way-ward Gyrle is so reclaim'd Exeunt Father and Mother Enter Iuliet and Nurse Iul. I those attires are best but gentle Nurse I pray thee leaue me to my selfe to night For I haue need of many Orysons To moue the heauens to smile vpon my state Which well thou know'st is crosse and full of sin Enter Mother Mo. What are you busie ho need you my help Iul. No Madam we haue cul'd such necessaries As are behoouefull for our state to morrow So please you let me now be left alone And let the Nurse this night sit vp with you For I am sure you haue your hands full all In this so sudden businesse Mo. Goodnight Get thee to bed and rest for thou hast need Exeunt Iul. Farewell God knowes when we shall meete againe I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines That almost freezes vp the heate of fire I le call them backe againe to comfort me Nurse what should she do here My dismall Sceane I needs must act alone Come Viall what if this mixture do not worke at all Shall I be married then to morrow morning No no this shall forbid it Lie thou there What if it be a poyson which the Frier Subtilly hath ministred to haue me dead Least in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Because he married me before to Romeo I feare it is and yet me thinkes it should not For he hath still beene tried a holy man How if when I am laid into the Tombe I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeeme me There 's a fearefull point Shall I not then be stifled in the Vault To whose foule mouth no health some ayre breaths in And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes Or if I liue is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night Together with the terror of the place As in a Vaulte an ancient receptacle Where for these many hundred yeeres the bones Of all my buried Auncestors are packt Where bloody Tybalt yet but greene in earth Lies festring in his shrow'd where as they say At some houres in the night Spirits resort Alacke alacke is it not like that I So early waking what with loathsome smels And shrikes like Mandrakes torne out of the earth That liuing mortalls hearing them run mad O if I walke shall I not be distraught Inuironed with all these hidious feares And madly play with my forefathers ioynts And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his shrow'd And in this rage with some great kinsmans bone As with a club dash out my desperate braines O looke me thinks I see my Cozins Ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Vpon my Rapiers point stay Tybalt stay Romeo Romeo Romeo here 's drinke I drinke to thee Enter Lady of the house and Nurse Lady Hold Take these keies and fetch more spices Nurse Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie Enter old Capulet Cap. Come stir stir stir The second Cocke hath Crow'd The Curphew Bell hath rung 't is three a clocke Looke to the bakte meates good Angelica Spare not
art aliue I swoond to see thee Ape Would thou would'st burst Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee Ape Beast Tim. Slaue Ape Toad Tim. Rogue Rogue Rogue I am sicke of this false world and will loue nought But euen the meere necessities vpon 't Then Timon presently prepare thy graue Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue stone dayly make thine Epitaph That death in me at others liues may laugh O thou sweete King-killer and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire thou bright defilet of Himens purest bed thou valiant Mars Thou euer yong fresh loued and delicate wooer Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap Thou visible God That souldrest close Impossibilities And mak'st them kisse that speak'st with euerie Tongue To euerie purpose O thou touch of hearts Thinke thy slaue-man rebels and by thy vertue Set them into confounding oddes that Beasts May haue the world in Empire Ape Would 't were so But not till I am dead I le say th' hast Gold Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly Tim. Throng'd too Ape I. Tim. Thy backe I prythee Ape Liue and loue thy misery Tim. Long liue so and so dye I am quit Ape Mo things like men Eate Timon and abhorre then Exit Apeman Enter the Bandetti 1 Where should he haue this Gold It is some poore Fragment some slender Ort of his remainder the meere want of Gold and the falling from of his Friendes droue him into this Melancholly 2 It is nois'd He hath a masse of Treasure 3 Let vs make the assay vpon him if he care not for 't he will supply vs easily if he couetously reserue it how shall 's get it 2 True for he beares it not about him 'T is hid 1 Is not this hee All. Where 2 'T is his description 3 He I know him All. Saue thee Timon Tim. Now Theeues All. Soldiers not Theeues Tim. Both too and womens Sonnes All. We are not Theeues but men That much do want Tim. Your greatest want is you want much of meat Why should you want Behold the Earth hath Rootes Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs The Oakes beare Mast the Briars Scarlet Heps The bounteous Huswife Nature on each bush Layes her full Messe before you Want why Want 1 We cannot liue on Grasse on Berries Water As Beasts and Birds and Fishes Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues the Birds Fishes You must eate men Yet thankes I must you con That you are Theeues profest that you worke not In holier shapes For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions Rascall Theeues Heere 's Gold Go sucke the subtle blood o' th' Grape Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth And so scape hanging Trust not the Physitian His Antidotes are poyson and he slayes Moe then you Rob Take wealth and liues together Do Villaine do since you protest to doo 't Like Workemen I le example you with Theeuery The Sunnes a Theefe and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea The Moones an arrant Theefe And her pale fire she snatches from the Sunne The Seaâ a Theefe whose liquid Surge resolues The Moone into Salt teares The Earth's a Theefe That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen'rall excrement each thing 's a Theefe The Lawes your curbe and whip in their rough power Ha's vncheck'd Theft Loue not your selues away Rob one another there 's more Gold cut throates All that you meete are Theeues to Athens go Breake open shoppes nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it steale lesse for this I giue you And Gold confound you howsoere Amen 3 Has almost charm'd me from my Profession by perswading me to it 1 'T is in the malice of mankinde that he thus aduises vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery 2 I le beleeue him as an Enemy And giue ouer my Trade 1 Let vs first see peace in Athens there is no time so miserable but a man may be true Exit Theeues Enter the Steward to Timon Stew. Oh you Gods Is yon'd despis'd and ruinous man my Lord Full of decay and fayling Oh Monument And wonder of good deeds euilly bestow'd What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made What vilder thing vpon the earth then Friends Who can bring Noblest mindes to basest ends How rarely does it meete with this times guise When man was wisht to loue his Enemies Grant I may euer loue and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me then those that doo Has caught me in his eye I will present my honest griefe vnto him and as my Lord still serue him with my life My deerest Master Tim. Away what art thou Stew. Haue you forgot me Sir Tim. Why dost aske that I haue forgot all men Then if thou grunt'st th' art a man I haue forgot thee Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours Tim. Then I know thee not I neuer had honest man about me I all I kept were Knaues to serue in meate to Villaines Stew. The Gods are witnesse Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord then mine eyes for you Tim. What dost thou weepe Come neerer then I loue thee Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st Flinty mankinde whose eyes do neuer giue But thorow Lust and Laughter pittie 's sleeping Strange times y t weepe with laughing not with weeping Stew. I begge of you to know me good my Lord T' accept my greefe and whil'st this poore wealth lasts To entertaine me as your Steward still Tim. Had I a Steward So true so iust and now so comfortable It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde Let me behold thy face Surely this man Was borne of woman Forgiue my generall and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober Gods I do proclaime One honest man Mistake me not but one No more I pray and hee 's a Steward How faine would I haue hated all mankinde And thou redeem'st thy selfe But all saue thee I fell with Curses Me thinkes thou art more honest now then wise For by oppressing and betraying mee Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice For many so arriue at second Masters Vpon their first Lords necke But tell me true For I must euer doubt though ne're so sure Is not thy kindnesse subtle couetous If not a Vsuring kindnesse and as rich men deale Guifts Expecting in returne twenty for one Stew. No my most worthy Master in whose brest Doubt and suspect alas are plac'd too late You should haue fear'd false times when you did Feast Suspect still comes where an estate is least That which I shew Heauen knowes is meerely Loue Dutie and Zeale to your vnmatched minde Care of your Food and Liuing and beleeue it My most Honour'd Lord For any benefit that points to mee Either in hope or present I 'de exchange For this one wish that you had power and wealth To requite me by making rich your selfe Tim. Looke
And driue away the Vulgar from the streets So do you too where you perceiue them thicke These growing Feathers pluckt from Caesars wing Will make him flye an ordinary pitch Who else would soare aboue the view of men And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse Exeunt Enter Caesar Antony for the Course Calphurnia Portia Decius Cicero Brutus Cassius Caska a Soothsayer after them Murellus and Flauius Caes Calphurnia Cask Peace ho Caesar speakes Caes Calphurnia Calp. Heere my Lord. Caes Stand you directly in Antonio's way When he doth run his course Antonio Ant. Caesar my Lord. Caes Forget not in your speed Antonio To touch Calphurnia for our Elders say The Barren touched in this holy chace Shake off their sterrile curse Ant. I shall remember When Caesar sayes Do this it is perform'd Caes Set on and leaue no Ceremony out Sooth. Caesar Caes Ha Who calles Cask Bid euery noyse be still peace yet againe Caes Who is it in the presse that calles on me I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke Cry Caesar Speake Caesar is turn'd to heare Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caes What man is that Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March Caes Set him before me let me see his face Cassi Fellow come from the throng look vpon Caesar Caes What sayst thou to me now Speake once againe South Beware the Ides of March. Caes He is a Dreamer let vs leaue him Passe Sennet Exeunt Manet Brut. Cass Cassi Will you go see the order of the course Brut. Not I. Cassi I pray you do Brut. I am not Gamesom I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony Let me not hinder Cassius your desires I le leaue you Cassi Brutus I do obserue you now of late I haue not from your eyes that gentlenesse And shew of Loue as I was wont to haue You beare too stubborne and too strange a hand Ouer your Friend that loues you Bru. Cassius Be not deceiu'd If I haue veyl'd my looke I turne the trouble of my Countenance Meerely vpon my selfe Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference Conceptions onely proper to my selfe Which giue some soyle perhaps to my Behauiours But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd Among which number Cassius be you one Nor construe any further my neglect Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men Cassi Then Brutus I haue much mistook your passion By meanes whereof this Brest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value worthy Cogitations Tell me good Brutus Can you see your face Brutus No Cassius For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection By some other things Cassius 'T is iust And it is very much lamented Brutus That you haue no such Mirrors as will turne Your hidden worthinesse into your eye That you might see your shadow I haue heard Where many of the best respect in Rome Except immortall Caesar speaking of Brutus And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake Haue wish'd that Noble Brutus had his eyes Bru. Into what dangers would you Leade me Cassius That you would haue me seeke into my selfe For that which is not in me Cas Therefore good Brutus be prepar'd to heare And since you know you cannot see your selfe So well as by Reflection I your Glasse Will modestly discouer to your selfe That of your selfe which you yet know not of And be not iealous on me gentle Brutus Were I a common Laughter or did vse To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue To euery new Protester if you know That I do fawne on men and hugge them hard And after scandall them Or if you know That I professe my selfe in Banquetting To all the Rout then hold me dangerous Flourish and Shout Bru. What meanes this Showting I do feare the People choose Caesar For their King Cassi I do you feare it Then must I thinke you would not haue it so Bru. I would not Cassius yet I loue him well But wherefore do you hold me heere so long What is it that you would impart to me If it be ought toward the generall good Set Honor in one eye and Death i' th other And I will looke on both indifferently For let the Gods so speed mee as I loue The name of Honor more then I feare death Cassi I know that vertue to be in you Brutus As well as I do know your outward fauour Well Honor is the subiect of my Story I cannot tell what you and other men Thinke of this life But for my single selfe I had as liefe not be as liue to be In awe of such a Thing as I my selfe I was borne free as Caesar so were you We both haue fed as well and we can both Endure the Winters cold as well as hee For once vpon a Rawe and Gustie day The troubled Tyber chasing with her Shores Caesar saide to me Dar'st thou Cassius now Leape in with me into this angry Flood And swim to yonder Point Vpon the word Accoutred as I was I plunged in And bad him follow so indeed he did The Torrent roar'd and we did buffet it With lusty Sinewes throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd Caesar cride Helpe me Cassius or I sinke I as Aeneas our great Ancestor Did from the Flames of Troy vpon his shoulder The old Anchyses beare so from the waues of Tyber Did I the tyred Caesar And this Man Is now become a God and Cassius is A wretched Creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelesly but nod on him He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine And when the Fit was on him I did marke How he did shake T is true this God did shake His Coward lippes did from their colour flye And that same Eye whose bend doth awe the World Did loose his Lustre I did heare him grone I and that Tongue of his that bad the Romans Marke him and write his Speeches in their Bookes Alas it cried Giue me some drinke Titinius As a sicke Girle Ye Gods it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the Maiesticke world And beare the Palme alone Shout Flourish Bru. Another generall shout I do beleeue that these applauses are For some new Honors that are heap'd on Caesar Cassi Why man he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus and we petty men Walke vnder his huge legges and peepe about To finde our selues dishonourable Graues Men at sometime are Masters of their Fates The fault deere Brutus is not in our Starres But in our Selues that we are vnderlings Brutus and Caesar What should be in that Caesar Why should that name be sounded more then yours Write them together Yours is as faire a Name Sound them it doth become the mouth aswell Weigh them it is as heauy Coniure with 'em Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Caesar Now
my will As Pompey was am I compell'd to set Vpon one Battell all our Liberties You know that I held Epicurus strong And his Opinion Now I change my minde And partly credit things that do presage Comming from Sardis on our former Ensigne Two mighty Eagles fell and there they pearch'd Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands Who to Philippi heere consorted vs This Morning are they fled away and gone And in their steeds do Rauens Crowes and Kites Fly ore our heads and downward looke on vs As we were sickely prey their shadowes seeme A Canopy most fatall vnder which Our Army lies ready to giue vp the Ghost Messa Beleeue not so Cassi I but beleeue it partly For I am fresh of spirit and resolu'd To meete all perils very constantly Bru. Euen so Lucillius Cassi Now most Noble Brutus The Gods to day stand friendly that we may Louers in peace leade on our dayes to age But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine Let 's reason with the worst that may befall If we do lose this Battaile then is this The very last time we shall speake together What are you then determined to do Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did giue himselfe I know not how But I do finde it Cowardly and vile For feare of what might fall so to preuent The time of life arming my selfe with patience To stay the prouidence of some high Powers That gouerne vs below Cassi Then if we loose this Battaile You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the streets of Rome Bru. No Cassius no Thinke not thou Noble Romane That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome He beares too great a minde But this same day Must end that worke the Ides of March begun And whether we shall meete againe I know not Therefore our euerlasting farewell take For euer and for euer farewell Cassius If we do meete againe why we shall smile If not why then this parting was well made Cassi For euer and for euer farewell Brutus If we do meete againe wee 'l smile indeede If not 't is true this parting was well made Bru. Why then leade on O that a man might know The end of this dayes businesse ere it come But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is knowne Come ho away Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus and Messala Bru. Ride ride Messala ride and giue these Billes Vnto the Legions on the other side Lowd Alarum Let them set on at once for I perceiue But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow Ride ride Messala let them all come downe Exeunt Alarums Enter Cassius and Titinius Cassi O looke Titinius looke the Villaines flye My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe I slew the Coward and did take it from him Titin. O Cassius Brutus gaue the word too early Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius Tooke it too eagerly his Soldiers fell to spoyle Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord flye further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Flye therefore Noble Cassius flye farre off Cassi This Hill is farre enough Looke look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cassi Titinius if thou louest me Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurres in him Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes And heere againe that I may rest assur'd Whether yond Troopes are Friend or Enemy Tit. I will be heere againe euen with a thought Exit Cassi Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was euer thicke regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field This day I breathed first Time is come round And where I did begin there shall I end My life is run his compasse Sirra what newes Pind. Aboue O my Lord. Cassi What newes Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With Horsemen that make to him on the Spurre Yet he spurres on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Showt And hearke they shout for ioy Cassi Come downe behold no more O Coward that I am to liue so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus Come hither sirrah In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner And then I swore thee sauing of thy life That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do Thou should'st attempt it Come now keepe thine oath Now be a Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars bowels search this bosome Stand not to answer Heere take thou the Hilts And when my face is couer'd as 't is now Guide thou the Sword Caesar thou art reueng'd Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee Pin. So I am free Yet would not so haue beene Durst I haue done my will O Cassius Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run Where neuer Roman shall take note of him Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octauius Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leaue him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Liuing O my heart Messa Is not that hee Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sunne As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sunne of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dewes and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed O hatefull Error Melancholies Childe Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not O Error soone conceyu'd Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seeke him Titinius whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his eares I may say thrusting it For piercing Steele and Darts inuenomed Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seeke for Pindarus the while Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius Did I not meet thy Friends and did not they Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie And bid me giue it thee Did'st thou not heare their showts Alas thou hast misconstrued euery thing But hold thee take this Garland on thy Brow Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee and I Will do his bidding Brutus come apace And see how I regarded Caius Cassius By your leaue Gods This is a Romans part Come Cassius Sword and finde Titinius hart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala yong Cato Strato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru.
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 theÌ 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
together Murth It was so please your Highnesse Macb. Well then Now haue you consider'd of my speeches Know that it was he in the times past Which held you so vnder fortune Which you thought had been our innocent selfe This I made good to you in our last conference Past in probation with you How you were borne in hand how crost The Instruments who wrought with them And all things else that might To halfe a Soule and to a Notion craz'd Say Thus did Banquo 1. Murth You made it knowne to vs. Macb. I did so And went further which is now Our point of second meeting Doe you finde your patience so predominant In your nature that you can let this goe Are you so Gospell'd to pray for this good man And for his Issue whose heauie hand Hath bow'd you to the Graue and begger'd Yours for euer 1. Murth We are men my Liege Macb. I in the Catalogue ye goe for men As Hounds and Greyhounds Mungrels Spaniels Curres Showghes Water-Rugs and Demy-Wolues are clipt All by the Name of Dogges the valued file Distinguishes the swift the slow the subtle The House-keeper the Hunter euery one According to the gift which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd whereby he does receiue Particular addition from the Bill That writes them all alike and so of men Now if you haue a station in the file Not i' th' worst ranke of Manhood say 't And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes Whose execution takes your Enemie off Grapples you to the heart and loue of vs Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life Which in his Death were perfect 2. Murth I am one my Liege Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World Hath so incens'd that I am recklesse what I doe To spight the World 1. Murth And I another So wearie with Disasters tugg'd with Fortune That I would set my Life on any Chance To mend it or be rid on 't Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie Murth True my Lord. Macb. So is he mine and in such bloody distance That euery minute of his being thrusts Against my neer'st of Life and though I could With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight And bid my will auouch it yet I must not For certaine friends that are both his and mine Whose loues I may not drop but wayle his fall Who I my selfe struck downe and thence it is That I to your assistance doe make loue Masking the Businesse from the common Eye For sundry weightie Reasons 2. Murth We shall my Lord Performe what you command vs. 1. Murth Though our Liues Macb. Your Spirits shine through you Within this houre at most I will aduise you where to plant your selues Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o' th' time The moment on 't for 't must be done to Night And something from the Pallace alwayes thought That I require a clearenesse and with him To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke Fleans his Sonne that keepes him companie Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me Then is his Fathers must embrace the fate Of that darke houre resolue your selues apart I le come to you anon Murth We are resolu'd my Lord. Macb. I le call vpon you straight abide within It is concluded Banquo thy Soules flight If it finde Heauen must finde it out to Night Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Macbeths Lady and a Seruant Lady Is Banquo gone from Court Seruant I Madame but returnes againe to Night Lady Say to the King I would attend his leysure For a few words Seruant Madame I will Exit Lady Nought's had all 's spent Where our desire is got without content 'T is safer to be that which we destroy Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy Enter Macbeth How now my Lord why doe you keepe alone Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making Vsing those Thoughts which should indeed haue dy'd With them they thinke on things without all remedie Should be without regard what 's done is done Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake not kill'd it Shee 'le close and be her selfe whilest our poore Mallice Remaines in danger of her former Tooth But let the frame of things dis-ioynt Both the Worlds suffer Ere we will eate our Meale in feare and sleepe In the affliction of these terrible Dreames That shake vs Nightly Better be with the dead Whom we to gayne our peace haue sent to peace Then on the torture of the Minde to lye In restlesse extasie Duncane is in his Graue After Lifes fitfull Feuer he sleepes well Treason ha's done his worst nor Steele nor Poyson Mallice domestique forraine Leuie nothing Can touch him further Lady Come on Gentle my Lord sleeke o're your rugged Lookes Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night Macb. So shall I Loue and so I pray be you Let your remembrance apply to Banquo Present him Eminence both with Eye and Tongue Vnsafe the while that wee must laue Our Honors in these flattering streames And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts Disguising what they are Lady You must leaue this Macb. O full of Scorpions is my Minde deare Wife Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleans liues Lady But in them Natures Coppie's not eterne Macb. There 's comfort yet they are assaileable Then be thou iocund ere the Bat hath flowne His Cloyster'd flight ere to black Heccats summons The shard-borne Beetle with his drowsie hums Hath rung Nights yawning Peale There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note Lady What 's to be done Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge dearest Chuck Till thou applaud the deed Come feeling Night Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond Which keepes me pale Light thickens And the Crow makes Wing toth ' Rookie Wood Good things of Day begin to droope and drowse Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey 's doe rowse Thou maruell'st at my words but hold thee still Things bad begun make strong themselues by ill So prythee goe with me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter three Murtherers 1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs 3. Macbeth 2. He needes not our mistrust since he deliuers Our Offices and what we haue to doe To the direction iust 1. Then stand with vs The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day Now spurres the lated Traueller apace To gayne the timely Inne end neere approches The subiect of our Watch. 3. Hearke I heare Horses Banquo within Giue vs a Light there hoa 2. Then 't is hee The rest that are within the note of expectation Alreadie are i' th' Court 1. His Horses goe about 3. Almost a mile but he does vsually So all men doe from hence toth ' Pallace Gate Make it their Walke Enter Banquo and Fleans with a Torch 2. A Light a Light 3. 'T is hee 1. Stand too 't Ban. It will be Rayne to Night 1. Let it come downe Ban. O
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and cleere Profit againe should hardly draw me heere Exeunt Scena Quarta Drum and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe Seywards Sonne Menteth Cathnes Angus and Soldiers Marching Malc Cosins I hope the dayes are neere at hand That Chambers will be safe Ment. We doubt it nothing Syew What wood is this before vs Ment. The wood of Birnane Malc Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough And bear 't before him thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our Hoast and make discouery Erre in report of vs. Sold. It shall be done Syw We learne no other but the confident Tyrant Keepes still in Dunsinane and will indure Our setting downe befor 't Malc 'T is his maine hope For where there is aduantage to be giuen Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt And none serue with him but constrained things Whose hearts are absent too Macd. Let our iust Censures Attend the true euent and put we on Industrious Souldiership Sey. The time approaches That will with due decision make vs know What we shall say we haue and what we owe Thoughts speculatiue their vnsure hopes relate But certaine issue stroakes must arbitrate Towards which aduance the warre Exeunt marching Scena Quinta Enter Macbeth Seyton Souldiers with Drum and Colours Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls The Cry is still they come our Castles strength Will laugh a Siedge to scorne Heere let them lye Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours We might haue met them darefull beard to beard And beate them backward home What is that noyse A Cry within of Women Sey. It is the cry of women my good Lord. Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares The time ha's beene my sences would haue cool'd To heare a Night-shricke and my Fell of haire Would at a dismall Treatise rowze and stirre As life were in 't I haue supt full with horrors Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me Wherefore was that cry Sey. The Queene my Lord is dead Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter There would haue beene a time for such a word To morrow and to morrow and to morrow Creepes in this petty pace from day to day To the last Syllable of Recorded time And all our yesterdayes haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death Out out breefe Candle Life 's but a walking Shadow a poore Player That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage And then is heard no more It is a Tale Told by an Ideot full of sound and fury Signifying nothing Enter a Messenger Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue thy Story quickly Mes Gracious my Lord I should report that which I say I saw But know not how to doo 't Macb. Well say sir Mes As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill I look'd toward Byrnane and anon me thought The Wood began to moue Macb. Lyar and Slaue Mes Let me endure your wrath if 't be not so Within this three Mile may you see it comming I say a mouing Groue Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue Till Famine cling thee If thy speech be sooth I care not if thou dost for me as much I pull in Resolution and begin To doubt th' Equiuocation of the Fiend That lies like truth Feare not till Byrnane Wood Do come to Dunsinane and now a Wood Comes toward Dunsinane Arme Arme and out If this which he auouches do's appeare There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here I' ginne to be a-weary of the Sun And wish th' estate o' th' world were now vndon Ring the Alarum Bell blow Winde come wracke At least wee 'l dye with Harnesse on our backe Exeunt Scena Sexta Drumme and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe and their Army with Boughes Mal. Now neere enough Your leauy Skreenes throw downe And shew like those you are You worthy Vnkle Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne Leade our first Battell Worthy Macduffe and wee Shall take vpon 's what else remaines to do According to our order Sey. Fare you well Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night Let vs be beaten if we cannot fight Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak giue theÌ all breath Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood Death Exeunt Alarums continued Scena Septima Enter Macbeth Macb. They haue tied me to a stake I cannot flye But Beare-like I must fight the course What 's he That was not borne of Woman Such a one Am I to feare or none Enter young Seyward Y. Sey. What is thy name Macb. Thou 'lt be affraid to heare it Y. Sey. No though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name Then any is in hell Macb. My name 's Macbeth Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare Macb. No nor more fearefull Y. Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant with my Sword I le proue the lye thou speak'st Fight and young Seyward slaine Macb. Thou was 't borne of woman But Swords I smile at Weapons laugh to scorne Brandish'd by man that 's of a Woman borne Exit Alarums Enter Macduffe Macd. That way the noise is Tyrant shew thy face If thou beest slaine and with no stroake of mine My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still I cannot strike at wretched Kernes whose armes Are hyr'd to beare their Staues either thou Macbeth Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge I sheath againe vndeeded There thou should'st be By this great clatter one of greatest note Seemes bruited Let me finde him Fortune And more I begge not Exit Alarums Enter Malcolme and Seyward Sey. This way my Lord the Castles gently rendred The Tyrants people on both sides do fight The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre The day almost it selfe professes yours And little is to do Malc We haue met with Foes That strike beside vs. Sey. Enter Sir the Castle Exeunt Alarum Enter Macbeth Macb. Why should I play the Roman Foole and dye On mine owne sword whiles I see liues the gashes Do better vpon them Enter Macduffe Macd. Turne Hell-hound turne Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee But get thee backe my soule is too much charg'd With blood of thine already Macd. I haue no words My voice is in my Sword thou bloodier Villaine Then tearmes can giue thee out Fight Alarum Macb. Thou loosest labour As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre With thy keene Sword impresse as make me bleed Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests I beare a charmed Life which must not yeeld To one of woman borne Macd. Dispaire thy Charme And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd Tell thee Macduffe was from his Mothers womb Vntimely ript Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so For it hath Cow'd my better part of man And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd That palter with vs in a double
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
desart Ham. Gods bodykins man better Vse euerie man after his desart and who should scape whipping vse them after your own Honor and Dignity The lesse they deserue the more merit is in your bountie Take them in Pol. Come sirs Exit Polon Ham. Follow him Friends wee 'l heare a play to morrow Dost thou heare me old Friend can you play the murther of Gonzago Play I my Lord. Ham. Wee 'l ha 't to morrow night You could for a need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines which I would set downe and insert in 't Could ye not Play I my Lord. Ham. Very well Follow that Lord and looke you mock him not My good Friends I le leaue you til night you are welcome to Elsonower Rosin Good my Lord. Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. I so God buy'ye Now I am alone Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I Is it not monstrous that this Player heere But in a Fixion in a dreame of Passion Could force his soule so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage warm'd Teares in his eyes distraction in 's Aspect A broken voyce and his whole Function suiting With Formes to his Conceit And all for nothing For Hecuba What 's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weepe for her What would he doe Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion That I haue He would drowne the Stage with teares And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech Make mad the guilty and apale the free Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed The very faculty of Eyes and Eares Yet I A dull and muddy-metled Rascall peake Like Iohn a-dreames vnpregnant of my cause And can say nothing No not for a King Vpon whose property and most deere life A damn'd defeate was made Am I a Coward Who calles me Villaine breakes my pate a-crosse Pluckes off my Beard and blowes it in my face Tweakes me by ' th' Nose giues me the Lye i' th' Throate As deepe as to the Lungs Who does me this Ha Why I should take it for it cannot be But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd and lacke Gall To make Oppression bitter or ere this I should haue fatted all the Region Kites With this Slaues Offall bloudy a Bawdy villaine Remorselesse Treacherous Letcherous kindles villaine Oh Vengeance Who What an Asse am I I sure this is most braue That I the Sonne of the Deere murthered Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen and Hell Must like a Whore vnpacke my heart with words And fall a Cursing like a very Drab A Scullion Fye vpon 't Foh About my Braine I haue heard that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene Bene strooke so to the soule that presently They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions For Murther though it haue no tongue will speake With most myraculous Organ I le haue these Players Play something like the murder of my Father Before mine Vnkle I le obserue his lookes I le tent him to the quicke If he but blench I know my course The Spirit that I haue seene May be the Diuell and the Diuel hath power T' assume a pleasing shape yea and perhaps Out of my Weaknesse and my Melancholly As he is very potent with such Spirits Abuses me to damne me I le haue grounds More Relatiue then this The Play 's the thing Wherein I le catch the Conscience of the King Exit Enter King Queene Polonius Ophelia Rosincrance Guildenstern and Lords King And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this Confusion Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy Rosin He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted But from what cause he will by no meanes speake Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state Qu. Did he receiue you well Rosin Most like a Gentleman Guild But with much forcing of his disposition Rosin Niggard of question but of our demands Most free in his reply Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime Rosin Madam it so fell out that certaine Players We ore-wrought on the way of these we told him And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy To heare of it They are about the Court And as I thinke they haue already order This night to play before him Pol. 'T is most true And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties To heare and see the matter King With all my heart and it doth much content me To heare him so inclin'd Good Gentlemen Giue him a further edge and driue his purpose on To these delights Rosin We shall my Lord. Exeunt King Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither That he as 't were by accident may there Affront Ophelia Her Father and my selfe lawful espials Will so bestow our selues that seeing vnseene We may of their encounter frankely iudge And gather by him as he is behaued If 't be th' affliction of his loue or no. That thus he suffers for Qu. I shall obey you And for your part Ophelia I do wish That your good Beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildenesse so shall I hope your Vertues Will bring him to his wonted way againe To both your Honors Ophe. Madam I wish it may Pol. Ophelia walke you heere Gracious so please ye We will bestow our selues Reade on this booke That shew of such an exercise may colour Your lonelinesse We are oft too blame in this 'T is too much prou'd that with Deuotions visage And pious Action we do surge o're The diuell himselfe King Oh 't is true How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it Then is my deede to my most painted word Oh heauie burthen Pol. I heare him comming let 's withdraw my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Ham. To be or not to be that is the Question Whether 't is Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles And by opposing end them to dye to sleepe No more and by a sleepe to say we end The Heart-ake and the thousand Naturall shockes That Flesh is heyre too 'T is a consummation Deuoutly to be wish'd To dye to sleepe To sleepe perchance to Dreame I there 's the rub For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile Must giue vs pawse There 's the respect That makes Calamity of so long life For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time The Oppressors wrong the poore mans Contumely The pangs of dispriz'd Loue the Lawes delay The insolence of Office and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes When he himselfe might his Quietus make With a bare
doe to calme his rage Now feare I this will giue it start againe Therefore let 's follow Exeunt Enter two Clownes Clown Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall that wilfully seekes her owne saluation Other I tell thee she is and therefore make her Graue straight the Crowner hath sate on her and finds it Christian buriall Clo. How can that be vnlesse she drowned her selfe in her owne defence Other Why 't is found so Clo. It must be Se offendendo it cannot bee else for heere lies the point If I drowne my selfe wittingly it argues an Act and an Act hath three branches It is an Act to doe and to performe argall she drown'd her selfe wittingly Other Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer Clown Giue me leaue heere lies the water good heere stands the man good If the man goe to this water and drowne himsele it is will he nill he he goes marke you that But if the water come to him drowne him hee drownes not himselfe Argall hee that is not guilty of his owne death shortens not his owne life Other But is this law Clo. I marry is' t Crowners Quest Law Other Will you ha the truth on 't if this had not beene a Gentlewoman shee should haue beene buried out of Christian Buriall Clo. Why there thou say'st And the more pitty that great folke should haue countenance in this world to drowne or hang themselues more then their euen Christian Come my Spade there is no ancient Gentlemen but Gardiners Ditchers and Graue-makers they hold vp Adams Profession Other Was he a Gentleman Clo. He was the first that euer bore Armes Other Why he had none Clo. What ar't a Heathen how dost thou vnderstand the Scripture the Scripture sayes Adam dig'd could hee digge without Armes I le put another question to thee if thou answerest me not to the purpose confesse thy selfe Other Go too Clo. What is he that builds stronger then either the Mason the Shipwright or the Carpenter Other The Gallowes maker for that Frame outliues a thousand Tenants Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith the Gallowes does well but how does it well it does well to those that doe ill now thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is built stronger then the Church Argall the Gallowes may doe well to thee Too 't againe Come Other Who builds stronger then a Mason a Shipwright or a Carpenter Clo. I tell me that and vnyoake Other Marry now I can tell Clo. Too 't Other Masse I cannot tell Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating and when you are ask't this question next say a Graue-maker the Houses that he makes lasts till Doomesday go get thee to Yaughan fetch me a stoupe of Liquor Sings In youth when I did loue did loue me thought it was very sweete To contract O the time for a my behoue O me thought there was nothing meete Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse that he sings at Graue-making Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property of easinesse Ham. 'T is ee'n so the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense Clowne sings But Age with his stealing steps hath caught me in his clutch And hath shipped me intill the Land as if I had neuer beene such Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it and could sing once how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd as if it were Caines Iaw-bone that did the first murther It might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o're Offices one that could circumuent God might it not Hor. It might my Lord. Ham. Or of a Courtier which could say Good Morrow sweet Lord how dost thou good Lord this might be my Lord such a one that prais'd my Lord such a ones Horse when he meant to begge it might it not Hor. I my Lord. Ham. Why ee'n so and now my Lady Wormes Chaplesse and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade heere 's fine Reuolution if wee had the tricke to see 't Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at Loggets with ' em mine ake to thinke on 't Clowne sings A Pickhaxe and a Spade a Spade for and a shrowding-Sheete O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. There 's another why might not that bee the Scull of of a Lawyer where be his Quiddits now his Quillets his Cases his Tenures and his Tricks why doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about the Sconce with a dirty Shouell and will not tell him of his Action of Battery hum This fellow might be in 's time a great buyer of Land with his Statutes his Recognizances his Fines his double Vouchers his Recoueries Is this the fine of his Fines and the recouery of his Recoueries to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases and double ones too then the length and breadth of a paire of Indentures the very Conueyances of his Lands will hardly lye in this Boxe and must the Inheritor himselfe haue no more ha Hor. Not a iot more my Lord. Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes Hor. I my Lord and of Calue-skinnes too Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assurance in that I will speake to this fellow whose Graue's this Sir Clo. Mine Sir O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed for thou liest in 't Clo. You lye out on 't Sir and therefore it is not yours for my part I doe not lye in 't and yet it is mine Ham. Thou dost lye in 't to be in 't and say 't is thine 't is for the dead not for the quicke therefore thou lyest Clo. 'T is a quicke lye Sir 't will a way againe from me to you Ham. What man dost thou digge it for Clo. For no man Sir Ham. What woman then Clo. For none neither Ham. Who is to be buried in 't Clo. One that was a woman Sir but rest her Soule shee 's dead Ham. How absolute the knaue is wee must speake by the Carde or equiuocation will vndoe vs by the Lord Horatio these three yeares I haue taken note of it the Age is growne so picked that the toe of the Pesant comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier hee galls his Kibe How long hast thou been a Graue-maker Clo. Of all the dayes i' th' yeare I came too 't that day that our last King Hamlet o're came Fortinbras Ham. How long is that since Clo. Cannot you tell that euery foole can tell that It was the very day that young Hamlet was borne hee that was mad and sent into England Ham. I marry why was he sent into England Clo. Why because he was mad hee shall recouer his wits there or if he do not it 's no
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
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
Where is the King my Master Kent Here Sir but trouble him not his wits are gon Glou. Good friend I prythee take him in thy armes I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him There is a Litter ready lay him in 't And driue toward Douer friend where thou shalt meete Both welcome and protection Take vp thy Master If thou should'st dally halfe an houre his life With thine and all that offer to defend him Stand in assured losse Take vp take vp And follow me that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct Come come away Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Cornwall Regan Gonerill Bastard and Seruants Corn. Poste speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this Letter the Army of France is landed seeke out the Traitor Glouster Reg. Hang him instantly Gon. Plucke out his eyes Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure Edmond keepe you our Sister company the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father are not fit for your beholding Aduice the Duke where you are going to a most festiuate preparation we are bound to the like Our Postes shall be swift and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Sister farewell my Lord of Glouster Enter Steward How now Where 's the King Stew. My Lord of Glouster hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights Hot Questrists after him met him at gate Who with some other of the Lords dependants Are gone with him toward Douer where they boast To haue well armed Friends Corn. Get horses for your Mistris Gon. Farewell sweet Lord and Sister Exit Corn. Edmund farewell go seek the Traitor Gloster Pinnion him like a Theefe bring him before vs Though well we may not passe vpon his life Without the forme of Iustice yet our power Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath which men May blame but not comptroll Enter Gloucester and Seruants Who 's there the Traitor Reg. Ingratefull Fox 't is he Corn. Binde fast his corky armes Glou. What meanes your Graces Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests Do me no foule play Friends Corn. Binde him I say Reg. Hard hard O filthy Traitor Glou. Vnmercifull Lady as you are I 'me none Corn. To this Chaire binde him Villaine thou shalt finde Glou. By the kinde Gods 't is most ignobly done To plucke me by the Beard Reg. So white and such a Traitor Glou. Naughty Ladie These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee I am your Host With Robbers hands my hospitable fauours You should not ruffle thus What will you do Corn. Come Sir What Letters had you late from France Reg. Be simple answer'd for we know the truth Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors late footed in the Kingdome Reg. To whose hands You haue sent the Lunaticke King Speake Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe Which came from one that 's of a newtrall heart And not from one oppos'd Corn. Cunning. Reg. And false Corn. Where hast thou sent the King Glou. To Douer Reg. Wherefore to Douer Was 't thou not charg'd at perill Corn. Wherefore to Douer Let him answer that Glou. I am tyed to ' th' Stake And I must stand the Course Reg. Wherefore to Douer Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes nor thy fierce Sister In his Annointed flesh sticke boarish phangs The Sea with such a storme as his bare head In Hell-blacke-night indur'd would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires Yet poore old heart he holpe the Heauens to raine If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time Thou should'st haue said good Porter turne the Key All Cruels else subscribe but I shall see The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children Corn. See 't shalt thou neuer Fellowes hold y e Chaire Vpon these eyes of thine I le set my foote Glou. He that will thinke to liue till he be old Giue me some helpe O cruell O you Gods Reg. One side will mocke another Th' other too Corn. If you see vengeance Seru. Hold your hand my Lord I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe But better seruice haue I neuer done you Then now to bid you hold Reg. How now you dogge Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin I 'ld shake it on this quarrell What do you meane Corn. My Villaine Seru. Nay then come on and take the chance of anger Reg. Giue me thy Sword A pezant stand vp thus Killes him Ser. Oh I am slaine my Lord you haue one eye left To see some mischefe on him Oh. Corn. Lest it see more preuent it Out vilde gelly Where is thy luster now Glou. All darke and comfortlesse Where 's my Sonne Edmund Edmund enkindle all the sparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte Reg. Out treacherous Villaine Thou call'st on him that hates thee It was be That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs Who is too good to pitty thee Glou. O my Follies then Edgar was abus'd Kinde Gods forgiue me that and prosper him Reg. Go thrust him out at gates and let him smell His way to Douer Exit with Glouster How is' t my Lord How looke you Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt Follow me Lady Turne out that eyelesse Villaine throw this Slaue Vpon the Dunghill Regan I bleed apace Vntimely comes this hurt Giue me your arme Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Edgar Edg. Yet better thus and knowne to be contemn'd Then still contemn'd and flatter'd to be worst The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands still in esperance liues not in feare The lamentable change is from the best The worst returnes to laughter Welcome then Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts Enter Glouster and an Oldman But who comes heere My Father poorely led World World O world But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee Life would not yeelde to age Oldm. O my good Lord I haue bene your Tenant And your Fathers Tenant these fourescore yeares Glou. Away get thee away good Friend be gone Thy comforts can do me no good at all Thee they may hurt Oldm. You cannot see your way Glou. I haue no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw Full oft 't is seene Our meanes secure vs and our meere defects Proue our Commodities Oh deere Sonne Edgar The food of thy abused Fathers wrath Might I but liue to see thee in my touch I 'ld say I had eyes againe Oldm. How now who 's there Edg. O Gods Who is' t can say I am at the worst I am worse then ere I was Old 'T is poore mad Tom. Edg. And worse I may be yet the worst is not So long as we can say this is the worst Oldm. Fellow where goest Glou. Is it a Beggar-man Oldm. Madman and beggar too Glou. He has some reason else he
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too