brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
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
Snow And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster Yet she must dye else shee 'l betray more men Put out the Light and then put out the Light If I quench thee thou flaming Minister I can againe thy former light restore Should I repent me But once put out thy Light Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature I know not where is that Promethaeâ— heate That can thy Light re-Lume When I haue pluck'd thy Rose I cannot giue it vitall growth againe It needs must wither I le smell thee on the Tree Oh Balmy breath that dost almost perswade Iustice to breake her Sword One more one more Be thus when thou art dead and I will kill thee And loue thee after One more and that 's the last So sweet was ne're so fatall I must weepe But they are cruell Teares This sorrow 's heauenly It strikes where it doth loue She wakes Des Who 's there Othello Othel. I Desdemona Des Will you come to bed my Lord Oth. Haue you pray'd to night Desdemon Des I my Lord. Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen and Grace Solicite for it straight Des Alacke my Lord What may you meane by that Oth. Well do it and be breefe I will walke by I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit No Heauens fore-fend I would not kill thy Soule Des Talke you of killing Oth. I I do Des Then Heauen haue mercy on mee Oth. Amen with all my heart Des If you say I hope you will not kill me Oth. Humh Des And yet I feare you for you 're fatall then When your eyes rowle so Why I should feare I know not Since guiltinesse I know not But yet I feele I feare Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes Des They are Loueâ— I beare to you Oth. I and for that thou dy'st Des That death 's vnnaturall that kils for louing Alas why gnaw you so your nether-lip Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame These are portentâ— but yet I hope I hope They do not point on me Oth. Peace and be still Des I will so What 's the matter Oth. That Handkerchiefe Which I so lou'd and gaue thee thou gau'st to Cassio Des No by my Life and Soule send for the man And aske him Oth. Sweet Soule take heed take heed of Periury Thou art on thy death-bed Des I but not yet to dye Oth. Presently Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne For to deny each Article with Oath Cannot remoue nor choake the strong Conception That I do grone withall Thou art to dye Des O Heauen haue mercy on me Oth. I say Amen Des And haue you mercy too I neuer did Offend you in my life neuer lou'd Cassio But with such generall warrantie of Heauen As I might loue I neuer gaue him Token Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in 's hand O periur'd woman thou do'st stone my heart And makes me call what I intend to do A Murther which I thought a Sacrifice I saw the Handkerchiefe Des He found it then I neuer gaue it him Send for him hither Let him confesse a truth Oth. He hath confest Des What my Lord Oth. That he hath vs'd thee Des How vnlawfully Oth. I. Des He will not say so Oth. No his mouth is stopp'd Honest Iago hath ' tane order for 't Des Oh my feare interprets What is he dead Oth. Had all his haires bin liues my great Reuenge Had stomacke for them all Des Alas he is betray'd and I vndone Oth. Out Strumpet weep'st thou for him to my face Des O banish me my Lord but kill me not Oth. Downe Strumpet Des Kill me to morrow let me liue to night Oth. Nay if you striue Des But halfe an houre Oth. Being done there is no pawse Des But while I say one prayer Oth. It is too late Smothers her Aemilia at the doore Aemil. My Lord my Lord What hoa My Lord my Lord. Oth. What noise is this Not dead not yet quite dead I that am cruell am yet mercifull I would not haue thee linger in thy paine So so Aemil. within What hoa my Lord my Lord Oth. Who 's there Aemil. Oh good my Lord I would speake a word with you Oth. Yes 'T is Aemilia by and by Shee 's dead 'T is like she comes to speake of Cassio's death The noise was high Hah no more moouing Still as the Graue Shall â—he come in Wer't good I thinke she stirres againe No what 's best to do If she come in shee 'l sure speake to my wife My wife my wife what wife I haue no wife Oh insupportable Oh heauy houre Me thinkes it should be now a huge Eclipse Of Sunne and Moone and that th' affrighted Globe Did yawne at Alteration Aemil. I do beseech you That I may speake with you Oh good my Lord. Oth. I had forgot thee oh come in Aemilia Soft by and by let me the Curtaines draw Where art thou What 's the matter with thee now Enter Aemilia Aemil. Oh my good Lord yonder 's foule Murthers done Oth. What now Aemil. But now my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moone She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont And makes men mad Aemil. Cassio my Lord hath kill'd A young Venetian call'd Rodorigo Oth. Rodorigo kill'd and Cassio kill'd Aemil No Cassio is not kill'd Oth. Not Cassio kill'd Then Murther 's out of tune And sweet Reuenge growes harsh Des O falsely falsely murder'd Aemil. Alas what cry is that Oth. That What Aemil. Out and alas that was my Ladies voice Helpe helpe hoa helpe Oh Ladie speake againe Sweet Desdemona oh sweet Mistris speake Des A guiltlesse death I dye Aemil. Oh who hath done this deed Des No body I my selfe farewell Commend me to my kinde Lord oh farewell Oth. Why how should she be murdred Aemil. Alas who knowes Oth. You heare her say her selfe it was not I. Aemil. She said so I must needs report the truth Oth. She 's like a Liar gone to burning hell 'T was I that kill'd her Aemil. Oh the more Angell she and you the blacker Diuell Oth. She turn'd to folly and she was a whore Aemil. Thou do'st bely her and thou art a diuell Oth. She waâ— false as water Aemil. Thou aâ—t rash as fire to say That she was false Oh she was heauenly true Oth. Cassio did top her Ask thy husband else O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds To this extremity Thy Husband knew it all Aemil. My Husband Oth. Thy Husband Aemil. That she was false to Wedlocke Oth. I with Cassio had she bin true If Heauen would make me such another world Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite I 'ld not haue sold her for it Aemil. My Husband Oth. I 't was he that told me on her first An honest man he is and hates the slime That stickes on filthy deeds Aemil. My Husband Oth. What needs this itterance Woman
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
haue done my poore house grace For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes And pray 'em take their pleasures Choose Ladies King and An Bullen King The fairest hand I euer touch'd O Beauty Till now I neuer knew thee Musicke Dance Card. My Lord. Cham. Your Grace Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then my selfe to whom If I but knew him with my loue and duty I would surrender it Whisper Cham. I will my Lord. Card. What say they Cham. Such a one they all confesse There is indeed which they would haue your Grace Find out and he will take it Card. Let me see then By all your good leaues Gentlemen heere I le make My royall choyce Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall You hold a faire Assembly you doe well Lord You are a Churchman or I le tell you Cardinall I should iudge now vnhappily Card. I am glad Your Grace is growne so pleasant Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine Prethee come hither what faire Ladie 's that Cham. An 't please your Grace Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter the Viscount Rochford One of her Highnesse women Kin. By Heauen she is a dainty one Sweet heart I were vnmannerly to take you out And not to kisse you A health Gentlemen Let it goe round Card. Sir Thomas Louell is the Banket ready I' th' Priuy Chamber Lou. Yes my Lord. Card. Your Grace I feare with dancing is a little heated Kin. I feare too much Card. There 's fresher ayre my Lord In the next Chamber Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one Sweet Partner I must not yet forsake you Let 's be merry Good my Lord Cardinall I haue halfe a dozen healths To drinke to these faire Ladies and a measure To lead 'em once againe and then let 's dreame Who 's best in fauour Let the Musicke knock it Exeunt with Trumpets Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores 1. Whether away so fast 2. O God saue ye Eu'n to the Hall to heare what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham 1. I le saue you That labour Sir All 's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing backe the Prisoner 2. Were you there 1. Yes indeed was I. 2. Pray speake what ha's happen'd 1. You may guesse quickly what 2. Is he found guilty 1. Yes truely is he And condemn'd vpon 't 2. I am sorry for t 1. So are a number more 2. But pray how past it 1. I le tell you in a little The great Duke Came to the Bar where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty and alleadged Many sharpe reasons to defeat the Law The Kings Atturney on the contrary Vrg'd on the Examinations proofes confessions Of diuers witnesses which the Duke desir'd To him brought vina voce to his face At which appear'd against him his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour and Iohn Car Confessor to him with that Diuell Monke Hopkins that made this mischiefe 2. That was hee That fed him with his Prophecies 1. The same All these accus'd him strongly which â—e faine Would haue flung from him but indeed he could not And so his Peeres vpon this euidence Haue found him guilty of high Treason Much He spoke and learnedly for life But all Was either pittied in him or forgotten 2. After all this how did he beare himselfe â— When he was brought agen to th' Bar to heare His Knell rung out his Iudgement he was stir'd With such an Agony he sweat extreamly And somthing spoke in choller ill and hasty But he fell to himselfe againe and sweetly In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience 2. I doe not thinke he feares death 1. Sure he does not He neuer was so womanish the cause He may a little grieue at 2. Certainly The Cardinall is the end of this 1. T is likely By all coniectures First Kildares Attendure Then Deputy of Ireland who remou'd Earle Surrey was sent thither and in hast too Least he should helpe his Father 2. That tricke of State Was a deepe enuious one 1. At his returne No doubt he will requite it this is noted And generally who euer the King fauours The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment And farre enough from Court too 2. All the Commons Hate him perniciously and o' my Conscience Wish him ten faddom deepe This Duke as much They loue and doate on call him bounteous Buckingham The Mirror of all courtesie Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment Tipstaues before him the Axe with the edge towards him Halberds on each side accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell Sir Nicholas Vaux Sir Walter Sands and common people c. 1. Stay there Sir And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of 2. Let 's stand close and behold him Buck All good people You that thus farre haue come to pitty me Heare what I say and then goe home and lose me I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement And by that name must dye yet Heauen beare witnes And if I haue a Conscience let it sincke me Euen as the Axe falls if I be not faithfull The Law I beare no mallice for my death T' has done vpon the premises but Iustice But those that sought it I could wish more Christians Be what they will I heartily forgiue'em Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe Nor build their euils on the graues of great men For then my guiltlesse blood must cry against ' em For further life in this world I ne're hope Nor will I sue although the King haue mercieâ— More then I dare make faults You few that lou'd me And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham His Noble Friends and Fellowes whom to leaue Is only bitter to him only dying Goe with me like good Angels to my end And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice And lift my Soule to Heauen Lead on a Gods name Louell I doe beseech your Grace for charity If euer any malice in your heart Were hid against me now to forgiue me frankly Buck. Sir Thomas Louell I as free forgiue you As I would be forgiuen I forgiue all There cannot be those numberlesse offences Gainst me that I cannot take peace with No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue Commend mee to his Grace And if he speake of Buckingham pray tell him You met him halfe in Heauen my vowes and prayers Yet are the Kings and till my Soule forsake Shall cry for blessings on him May he liue Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares Euer belou'd and louing may his Rule be And when old Time shall lead him to his end Goodnesse and he fill vp one Monument Lou. To th' water side I must conduct your Grace Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux Who vndertakes you to your end Vaux Prepare there The Duke is comming See the Barge be ready And fit it with such furniture as
Lord. Tim. Containe thy selfe good Friend Var. One Varroes seruant my good Lord. Isid From Isidore he humbly prayes your speedy payment Cap. If you did know my Lord my Masters wants Var. 'T was due on forfeyture my Lord sixe weekes and past Isi Your Steward puts me off my Lord and I Am sent expressely to your Lordship Tim. Giue me breath I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on I le waite vpon you instantly Come hither pray you How goes the world that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of debt broken Bonds And the detention of long since due debts Against my Honor Stew. Please you Gentlemen The time is vnagreeable to this businesse Your importunacie cease till after dinner That I may make his Lordship vnderstand Wherefore you are not paid Tim. Do so my Friends see them well entertain'd Stew. Pray draw neere Exit Enter Apemantus and Foole. Caph. Stay stay here comes the Foole with Apemantus let 's ha some sport with ' em Var. Hang him hee 'l abuse vs. Isid A plague vpon him dogge Var. How dost Foole Ape Dost Dialogue with thy shadow Var. I speake not to thee Ape No 't is to thy selfe Come away Isi There 's the Foole hangs on your backe already Ape No thou stand'st single th' art not on him yet Cap. Where 's the Foole now Ape He last ask'd the question Poore Rogues and Vsurers men Bauds betweene Gold and want Al. What are we Apemantus Ape Asses All. Why Ape That you ask me what you are do not know your selues Speake to 'em Foole. Foole. How do you Gentlemen All. Gramercies good Foole How does your Mistris Foole. She 's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chickens as you are Would we could see you at Corinth Ape Good Gramercy Enter Page Foole. Looke you heere comes my Masters Page Page Why how now Captaine what do you in this wise Company How dost thou Apermantus Ape Would I had a Rod in my mouth that I might answer thee profitably Boy Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscription of these Letters I know not which is which Ape Canst not read Page No. Ape There will litle Learning dye then that day thou art hang'd This is to Lord Timon this to Alcibiades Go thou was 't borne a Bastard and thou 't dye a Bawd Page Thou was 't whelpt a Dogge and thou shalt famish a Dogges death Answer not I am gone Exit Ape E'ne so thou out-runst Grace Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons Foole. Will you leaue me there Ape If Timon stay at home You three serue three Vsurers All. I would they seru'd vs. Ape So would I As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe Foole. Are you three Vsurers men All. I Foole. Foole. I thinke no Vsurer but ha's a Foole to his Seruant My Mistris is one and I am her Foole when men come to borrow of your Masters they approach sadly and go away merry but they enter my Masters house merrily and go away sadly The reason of this Var. I could render one Ap. Do it then that we may account thee a Whoremaster and a Knaue which notwithstanding thou shalt be no lesse esteemed Varro What is a Whoremaster Foole Foole. A Foole in good cloathes and something like thee 'T is a spirit sometime t' appeares like a Lord somtime like a Lawyer sometime like a Philosopher with two stones moe then 's artificiall one Hee is verie often like a Knight and generally in all shapes that man goes vp and downe in from fourescore to thirteen this spirit walkes in Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man As much foolerie as I haue so much wit thou lack'st Ape That answer might haue become Apemantus All. Aside aside heere comes Lord Timon Enter Timon and Steward Ape Come with me Foole come Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer elder Brother aad Woman sometime the Philosopher Stew. Pray you walk en eere I le speake with you anon Exeunt Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laide my state before me That I might so haue rated my expence As I had leaue of meanes Stew. You would not heare me At many leysures I propose Tim. Go too Perchance some single vantages you tooke When my indisposition put you backe And that vnaptnesse made your minister Thus to excuse your selfe Stew. O my good Lord At many times I brought in my accompts Laid them before you you would throw them off And say you sound them in mine honestie When for some trifling present you haue bid me Returne so much I haue shooke my head and wept Yea ' gainst th' Authoritie of manners pray'd you To hold your hand more close I did indure Not sildome nor no flight checkes when I haue Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate And your great flow of debts my lou'd Lord Though you heare now too late yet nowes a time The greatest of your hauing lackes a halfe To pay your present debts Tim. Let all my Land be sold Stew. 'T is all engag'd some forfeyted and gone And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues the future comes apace What shall defend the interim and at length How goes our reck'ning Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend Stew. O my good Lord the world is but a word Were it all yours to giue it in a breath How quickely were it gone Tim. You tell me true Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood Call me before th' exactest Auditors And set me on the proofe So the Gods blesse me When all our Offices haue beene opprest With riotous Feeders when our Vaults haue wept With drunken spilth of Wine when euery roome Hath blaz'd with Lights and braid with Minstrelsie I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke And set mine eyes at flow Tim. Prythee no more Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted who is not Timons What heart head sword force meanes but is L. Timons Great Timon Noble Worthy Royall Timon Ah when the meanes are gone that buy this praise The breath is gone whereof this praise is made Feast won fast lost one cloud of Winter showres These flyes are coucht Tim. Come sermon me no further No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart Vnwisely not ignobly haue I giuen Why dost thou weepe canst thou the conscience lacke To thinke I shall lacke friends secure thy heart If I would broach the vessels of my loue And try the argument of hearts by borrowing Men and mens fortunes could I frankely vse As I can bid thee speake Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd That I account them blessings For by these Shall I trie Friends You shall perceiue How you mistake my Fortunes I am wealthie in my Friends Within there Flauius Seruilius Enter
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And tur◠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 cōtents 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
Againe if any Siracusian borne Come to the Bay of Ephesus he dies His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied To quit the penalty and to ransome him Thy substance valued at the highest rate Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die Mer. Yet this my comfort when your words are done My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne Duk. Well Siracusian say in briefe the cause Why thou departedst from thy natiue home And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable Yet that the world may witnesse that my end Was wrought by nature not by vile offence I le vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue In Syracusa was I borne and wedde Vnto a woman happy but for me And by me had not our hap beene bad With her I liu'd in ioy our wealth increast By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamium till my factors death And he great care of goods at randone left Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde Before her selfe almost at fainting vnder The pleasing punishment that women beare Had made prouision for her following me And soone and safe arriued where I was There had she not beene long but she became A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes And which was strange the one so like the other As could not be distinguish'd but by names That very howre and in the selfe-same Inne A meane woman was deliuered Of such a burthen Male twins both alike Those for their parents were exceeding poore I bought and brought vp to attend my sonnes My wife not meanely prowd of two such boyes Made daily motions for our home returne Vnwilling I agreed alas too soone wee came aboord A league from Epidamium had we saild Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme But longer did we not retaine much hope For what obscured light the heauens did grant Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes A doubtfull warrant of immediate death Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd Yet the incessant weepings of my wife Weeping before for what she saw must come And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes That mourn'd for fashion ignorant what to feare Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me And this it was for other meanes was none The Sailors sought for safety by our boate And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs. My wife more carefull for the latter borne Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes To him one of the other twins was bound Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other The children thus dispos'd my wife and I Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast And floating straight obedient to the streame Was carried towards Corinth as we thought At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth Disperst those vapours that offended vs And by the benefit of his wished light The seas waxt calme and we discouered Two shippes from farre making amaine to vs Of Corinth that of Epidarus this But ere they came oh let me say no more Gather the sequell by that went before Duk. Nay forward old man doe not breake off so For we may pitty though not pardon thee Merch. Oh had the gods done so I had not now Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues We were encountred by a mighty rocke Which being violently borne vp Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst So that in this vniust diuorce of vs Fortune had left to both of vs alike What to delight in what to sorrow for Her part poore soule seeming as burdened With lesser waight but not with lesser woe Was carried with more speed before the winde And in our sight they three were taken vp By Fishermen of Corinth as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on vs And knowing whom it was their hap to saue Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey Had not their backe beene very slow of saile And therefore homeward did they bend their course Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps Duke And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for Doe me the fauour to dilate at full What haue befalne of them and they till now Merch. My yongest boy and yet my eldest care At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue After his brother and importun'd me That his attendant so his case was like Reft of his brother but retain'd his name Might beare him company in the quest of him Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia And coasting homeward came to Ephesus Hopelesse to finde yet loth to leaue vnsought Or that or any place that harbours men But heere must end the story of my life And happy were I in my timelie death Could all my trauells warrant me they liue Duke Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire mishap Now trust me were it not against our Lawes Against my Crowne my oath my dignity Which Princes would they may not disanull My soule should sue as aduocate for thee But though thou art adiudged to the death And passed sentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great disparagement Yet will I fauour thee in what I can Therefore Marchant I le limit thee this day To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus Beg thou or borrow to make vp the summe And liue if no then thou art doom'd to die Iaylor take him to thy custodie Iaylor I will my Lord. Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend But to procrastinate his liuelesse end Exeunt Enter Antipholis Erotes a Marchant and Dromio Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate This very day a Syracusian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here And not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the towne Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West There is your monie that I had to keepe Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure where we host And stay there Dromio till I come to thee Within this houre it will be dinner time Till that I le view the manners of the towne Peruse the traders gaze vpon the buildings And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie Get thee away Dro. Many a man would take you at your word And goe indeede hauing so good a meane Exit Dromio Ant. A trustie villaine sir
little one no said I a great wit right saies shee a great grosse one nay said I a good wit iust said she it hurts no body nay said I the gentleman is wise certain said she a wise gentleman nay said I he hath the tongues that I beleeue said shee for hee swore a thing to me on munday night which he forswore on tuesday morning there 's a double tongue there 's two tongues thus did shee an howre together trans-shape thy particular vertues yet at last she concluded with a sigh thou wast the proprest man in Italie Claud. For the which she wept heartily and said shee car'd not Prin. Yea that she did but yet for all that and if shee did not hate him deadlie shee would loue him dearely the old mans daughter told vs all Clau. All all and moreouer God saw him vvhen he was hid in the garden Prin. But when shall we set the sauage Bulls hornes on the sensible Benedicks head Clau. Yea and text vnder-neath heere dwells Benedicke the married man Ben. Fare you well Boy you know my minde I will leaue you now to your gossep-like humor you breake iests as braggards do their blades which God be thanked hurt not my Lord for your manie courtesies I thank you I must discontinue your companie your brother the Bastard is fled from Messina you haue among you kill'd a sweet and innocent Ladie for my Lord Lackebeard there he and I shall meete and till then peace be with him Prin. He is in earnest Clau. In most profound earnest and I le warrant you for the loue of Beatrice Prin. And hath challeng'd thee Clau. Most sincerely Prin. What a prettie thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaues off his wit Enter Constable Conrade and Borachio Clau. He is then a Giant to an Ape but then is an Ape a Doctor to such a man Prin. But soft you let me be plucke vp my heart and be sad did he not say my brother was fled Const Come you sir if iustice cannot tame you shee shall nere weigh more reasons in her ballance nay and you be a cursing hypocrite once you must be lookt to Prin. How now two of my brothers men bound Borachio one Clau. Harken after their offence my Lord Prin. Officers what offence haue these men done Const Marrie sir they haue committed false report moreouer they haue spoken vntruths secondarily they are slanders sixt and lastly they haue belyed a Ladie thirdly they haue verified vniust things and to conclude they are lying knaues Prin. First I aske thee what they haue done thirdlie I aske thee vvhat 's their offence sixt and lastlie why they are committed and to conclude what you lay to their charge Clau. Rightlie reasoned and in his owne diuision and by my troth there 's one meaning vvell suted Prin. Who haue you offended masters that you are thus bound to your answer this learned Constable is too cunning to be vnderstood vvhat 's your offence Bor. Sweete Prince let me go no farther to mine answere do you heare me and let this Count kill mee I haue deceiued euen your verie eies vvhat your wisedomes could not discouer these shallow fooles haue brought to light vvho in the night ouerheard me confessing to this man how Don Iohn your brother incensed me to slander the Ladie Hero how you were brought into the Orchard and saw me court Margaret in Heroes garments how you disgrac'd her vvhen you should marrie her my villanie they haue vpon record vvhich I had rather seale vvith my death then repeate ouer to my shame the Ladie is dead vpon mine and my masters false accusation and briefelie I desire nothing but the reward of a villaine Prin. Runs not this speech like yron through your bloud Clau. I haue drunke poison whiles he vtter'd it Prin. But did my Brother set thee on to this Bor. Yea and paid me richly for the practise of it Prin. He is compos'd and fram'd of treacherie And fled he is vpon this villanie Clau. Sweet Hero now thy image doth appeare In the rare semblance that I lou'd it first Const Come bring away the plaintiffes by this time our Sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of the matter and masters do not forget to specifie when time place shall serue that I am an Asse Con. 2. Here here comes master Signior Leonato and the Sexton too Enter Leonato Leon. Which is the villaine let me see his eies That when I note another man like him I may auoide him vvhich of these is he Bor. If you vvould know your wronger looke on me Leon. Art thou thou the slaue that with thy breath hast kild mine innocent childe Bor. Yea euen I alone Leo. No not so villaine thou belieft thy selfe Here stand a paire of honourable men A third is fled that had a hand in it I thanke you Princes for my daughters death Record it with your high and worthie deedes 'T was brauely done if you bethinke you of it Clau. I know not how to pray your patience Yet I must speake choose your reuenge your selfe Impose me to what penance your inuention Can lay vpon my sinne yee sinn'd I not But in mistaking Prin. By my soule nor I And yet to satisfie this good old man I vvould bend vnder anie heauie vvaight That hee le enioyne me to Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter liue That vvere impossible but I praie you both Possesse the people in Messina here How innocent she died and if your loue Can labour aught in sad inuention Hang her an epitaph vpon her toomb And sing it to her bones sing it to night To morrow morning come you to my house And since you could not be my sonne in law Be yet my Nephew my brother hath a daughter Almost the copie of my childe that 's dead And she alone is heire to both of vs Giue her the right you should haue giu'n her cosin And so dies my reuenge Clau. O noble sir Your ouer kindnesse doth wring teares from me I do embrace your offer and dispose For henceforth of poore Claudio Leon. To morrow then I will expect your comming To night I take my leaue this naughtie man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret Who I beleeue was packt in all this wrong Hired to it by your brother Bor. No by my soule she was not Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me But alwaies hath bin iust and vertuous In anie thing that I do know by her Const Moreouer sir which indeede is not vnder white and black this plaintiffe here the offendour did call mee asse I beseech you let it be remembred in his punishment and also the vvatch heard them talke of one Deformed they say he weares a key in his eare and a lock hanging by it and borrowes monie in Gods name the which he hath vs'd so long and neuer paied that now men grow hard-harted and will lend nothing for Gods sake
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
Lord your Grace is periur'd much Full of deare guiltinesse and therefore this If for my Loue as there is no such cause You will do ought this shall you do for me Your oth I will not trust but go with speed To some forlorne and naked Hermitage Remote from all the pleasures of the world There stay vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes Haue brought about their annuall reckoning If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heate of blood If frosts and fasts hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue But that it beare this triall and last loue Then at the expiration of the yeare Come challenge me challenge me by these deserts And by this Virgin palme now kissing thine I will be thine and till that instant shut My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house Raining the teares of lamentation For the remembrance of my Fathers death If this thou do denie let our hands part Neither intitled in the others hart Kin. If this or more then this I would denie To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest The sodaine hand of death close vp mine eie Hence euer then my heart is in thy brest Ber. And what to me my Loue and what to me Ros You must be purged too your sins are rack'd You are attaint with faults and periurie Therefore if you my fauor meane to get A tweluemonth shall you spend and neuer rest But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke Du. But what to me my loue but what to me Kat. A wife a beard faire health and honestie With three-fold loue I wish you all these three Du. O shall I say I thanke you gentle wife Kat. Not so my Lord a tweluemonth and a day I le marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say Come when the King doth to my Ladie come Then if I haue much loue I le giue you some Dum. I le serue thee true and faithfully till then Kath. Yet sweare not least ye be forsworne agen Lon. What saies Maria Mari. At the tweluemonths end I le change my blacke Gowne for a faithfull friend Lon. I le stay with patience but the time is long Mari. The liker you few taller are so yong Ber. Studies my Ladie Mistresse looke on me Behold the window of my heart mine eie What humble suite attends thy answer there Impose some seruice on me for my loue Ros Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne Before I saw you and the worlds large tongue Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes Full of comparisons and wounding floutes Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercie of your wit To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine And therewithall to win me if you please Without the which I am not to be won You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day Visite the speechlesse sicke and still conuerse With groaning wretches and your taske shall be With all the fierce endeuour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death It cannot be it is impossible Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie Ros Why that 's the way to choke a gibing spirit Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles A iests prosperitie lies in the eare Of him that heares it neuer in the tongue Of him that makes it then if sickly eares Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones Will heare your idle scornes continue then And I will haue you and that fault withall But if they will not throw away that spirit And I shal finde you emptie of that fault Right ioyfull of your reformation Ber. A tweluemonth Well befall what will befall I le iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall Qu. I sweet my Lord and so I take my leaue King No Madam we will bring you on your way Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play Iacke hath not Gill these Ladies courtesie Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie Kin. Come sir it wants a tweluemonth and a day And then 't wil end Ber. That 's too long for a play Enter Braggart Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me Qu. Was not that Hector Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger and take leaue I am a Votarie I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her sweet loue three yeares But most esteemed greatnesse wil you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled in praise of the Owle and the Cuckow It should haue followed in the end of our shew Kin. Call them forth quickely we will do so Brag. Holla Approach Enter all This side is Hiems Winter This Ver the Spring the one maintained by the Owle Th' other by the Cuckow Ver begin The Song When Dasies pied and Violets blew And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew And Ladie-smockes all siluer white Do paint the Medowes with delight The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare When Shepheards pipe on Oaten strawes And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens clockes When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes And Maidens bleach their summer smockes The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare Winter When Isicles hang by the wall And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile And Tom beares Logges into the hall And Milke comes frozen home in paile When blood is nipt and waies be fowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to-who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot When all aloud the winde doth blow And cossing drownes the Parsons saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marrians nose lookes red and raw When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot Brag. The Words of Mercurie Are harsh after the songs of Apollo You that way we this way Exeunt omnes FINIS A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame Actus primus Enter Theseus Hippolita with others Theseus NOw faire Hippolita our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace foure happy daies bring in Another Moon but oh me thinkes how slow This old Moon wanes She lingers my desires Like to a Step-dame or a Dowager Long withering out a yong mans reuennew Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep thēselues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time And then the Moone like to a siluer bow Now bent in heauen shal behold the night Of our solemnities The. Go Philostrate Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth Turne melancholy forth to Funerals The pale companion is not for our pompe Hippolita I woo'd thee with my sword And wonne thy loue doing thee iniuries But I will wed thee in another
my faith and honour If seriously I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance I haue spoke With one that in her sexe her yeeres profession Wisedome and constancy hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakenesse will you see her For that is her demand and know her businesse That done laugh well at me King Now good Lafew Bring in the admiration that we with thee May spend our wonder too or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it Laf. Nay I le fit you And not be all day neither King Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues Laf. Nay come your waies Enter Hellen. King This haste hath wings indeed Laf. Nay come your waies This is his Maiestie say your minde to him A Traitor you doe looke like but such traitors His Maiesty seldome feares I am Cresseds Vncle That dare leaue two together far you well Exit King Now faire one do's your busines follow vs Hel. I my good Lord Gerard de Narbon was my father In what he did professe well found King I knew him Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him Knowing him is enough on 's bed of death Many receits he gaue me chieflie one Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his olde experience th' onlie darling He bad me store vp as a triple eye Safer then mine owne two more deare I haue so And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift stands cheefe in power I come to tender it and my appliance With all bound humblenesse King We thanke you maiden But may not be so credulous of cure When our most learned Doctors leaue vs and The congregated Colledge haue concluded That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature From her inaydible estate I say we must not So staine our iudgement or corrupt our hope To prostitute our past-cure malladie To empericks or to disseuer so Our great selfe and our credit to esteeme A sencelesse helpe when helpe past sence we deeme Hell My dutie then shall pay me for my paines I will no more enforce mine office on you Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts A modest one to beare me backe againe King I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull Thou thoughtst to helpe me and such thankes I giue As one neere death to those that wish him liue But what at full I know thou knowst no part I knowing all my perill thou no Art Hell What I can doe can doe no hurt to try Since you set vp your rest ' gainst remedie He that of greatest workes is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister So holy Writ in babes hath iudgement showne When Iudges haue bin babes great flouds haue flowne From simple sources and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied Oft expectation failes and most oft there Where most it promises and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despaire most shifts King I must not heare thee fare thee wel kind maide Thy paines not vs'd must by thy selfe be paid Proffers not tooke reape thanks for their reward Hel. Inspired Merit so by breath is bard It is not so with him that all things knowes As 't is with vs that square our guesse by showes But most it is presumption in vs when The help of heauen we count the act of men Deare sir to my endeauors giue consent Of heauen not me make an experiment I am not an Impostrue that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime But know I thinke and thinke I know most sure My Art is not past power nor you past cure King Art thou so confident Within what space Hop'st thou my cure Hel. The greatest grace lending grace Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes how they passe What is infirme from your sound parts shall flie Health shall liue free and sickenesse freely dye King Vpon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venter Hell Taxe of impudence A strumpets boldnesse a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads my maidens name Seard otherwise ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture let my life be ended Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerfull sound within an organ weake And what impossibility would slay In common sence sence saues another way Thy life is deere for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate Youth beauty wisedome courage all That happines and prime can happy call Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate Sweet practiser thy Physicke I will try That ministers thine owne death if I die Hel. If I breake time or flinch in property Of what I spoke vnpittied let me die And well deseru'd not helping death 's my see But if I helpe what doe you promise me Kin. Make thy demand Hel. But will you make it euen Kin. I by my Scepter and my hopes of helpe Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state But such a one thy vassall whom I know Is free for me to aske thee to bestow Kin. Heere is my hand the premises obseru'd Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd So make the choice of thy owne time for I Thy resolv'd Patient on thee still relye More should I question thee and more I must Though more to know could not be more to trust From whence thou can'st how tended on but rest Vnquestion'd welcome and vndoubted blest Giue me some helpe heere hoa if thou proceed As high as word my deed shall match thy deed Florish Exit Enter Countesse and Clowne Lady Come on sir I shall now put you to the height of your breeding Clown I will shew my selfe highly fed and lowly taught I know my businesse is but to the Court. Lady To the Court why what place make you speciall when you put off that with such contempt but to the Court Clo. Truly Madam if God haue lent a man any manners hee may easilie put it off at Court hee that cannot make a legge put off's cap kisse his hand and say nothing has neither legge hands lippe nor cap and indeed such a fellow to say precisely were not for the Court But for me I haue an answere will serue all men Lady Marry that 's a bountifull answere that fits all questions Clo. It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes the pin buttocke the quatch-buttocke the brawn buttocke or any buttocke Lady Will your answere serue fit to all questions Clo. As fit as
being as I am lytter'd vnder Mercurie was likewise a snapper-vp of vnconsidered trifles With Dye and drab I purchas'd this Caparison and my Reuennew is the silly Cheate Gallowes and Knocke are too powerfull on the Highway Beating and hanging are terrors to mee For the life to come I sleepe out the thought of it A prize a prize Enter Clowne Clo. Let me see euery Leauen-weather toddes euery tod yeeldes pound and odde shilling fifteene hundred shorne what comes the wooll too Aut. If the sprindge hold the Cocke's mine Clo. I cannot do 't without Compters Let mee see what am I to buy for our Sheepe-shearing-Feast Three pound of Sugar fiue pound of Currence Rice What will this sister of mine do with Rice But my father hath made her Mistris of the Feast and she layes it on Shee hath made-me four and twenty Nose-gayes for the shearers three-man song-men all and very good ones but they are most of them Meanes and Bases but one Puritan amongst them and he sings Psalmes to horne-pipes I must haue Saffron to colour the Warden Pies Mace Dates none that 's out of my note Nutmegges seuen a Race or two of Ginger but that I may begge Foure pound of Prewyns and as many of Reysons o' th Sun Aut. Oh that euer I was borne Clo. I' th' name of me Aut. Oh helpe me helpe mee plucke but off these ragges and then death death Clo. Alacke poore soule thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee rather then haue these off Aut. Oh sir the loathsomnesse of them offend mee more then the stripes I haue receiued which are mightie ones and millions Clo. Alas poore man a million of beating may come to a great matter Aut. I am rob'd sir and beaten my money and apparrell tane from me and these derestable things put vpon me Clo. What by a horse-man or a foot-man Aut. A footman sweet sir a footman Clo. Indeed he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee If this bee a horsemans Coate it hath seene very hot seruice Lend me thy hand I le helpe thee Come lend me thy hand Aut. Oh good sir tenderly oh Clo. Alas poore soule Aut. Oh good sir softly good sir I feare sir my shoulder-blade is out Clo. How now Canst stand Aut. Softly deere sir good sir softly you ha done me a charitable office Clo. Doest lacke any mony I haue a little mony for thee Aut. No good sweet sir no I beseech you sir I haue a Kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence vnto whome I was going I shall there haue money or anie thing I want Offer me no money I pray you that killes my heart Clow. What manner of Fellow was hee that robb'd you Aut. A fellow sir that I haue knowne to goe about with Troll-my-dames I knew him once a seruant of the Prince I cannot tell good sir for which of his Vertues it was but hee was certainely Whipt out of the Court. Clo. His vices you would say there 's no vertue whipt out of the Court they cherish it to make it stay there and yet it will no more but abide Aut. Vices I would say Sir I know this man well he hath bene since an Ape-bearer then a Processe-seruer a Bayliffe then hee compast a Motion of the Prodigall sonne and married a Tinkers wife within a Mile where my Land and Liuing lyes and hauing flowne ouer many knauish professions he setled onely in Rogue some call him Autolicus Clo. Out vpon him Prig for my life Prig he haunts Wakes Faires and Beare-baitings Aut. Very true sir he sir hee that 's the Rogue that put me into this apparrell Clo. Not a more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia If you had but look'd bigge and spit at him hee 'ld haue runne Aut. I must confesse to you sir I am no fighter I am false of heart that way that he knew I warrant him Clo. How do you now Aut. Sweet sir much better then I was I can stand and walke I will euen take my leaue of you pace softly towards my Kinsmans Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way Aut. No good fac'd sir no sweet sir Clo. Then fartheewell I must go buy Spices for our sheepe-shearing Exit Aut. Prosper you sweet sir Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your Spice I le be with you at your sheepe-shearing too If I make not this Cheat bring out another and the sheerers proue sheepe let me be vnrold and my name put in the booke of Vertue Song Iog-on Iog-on the foot-path way And merrily hent the Stile-a A merry heart goes all the day Your sad tyres in a Mile-a Exit Scena Quarta Enter Florizell Perdita Shepherd Clowne Polixenes Camillo Mopsa Dorcas Seruants Autolicus Flo. These your vnvsuall weeds to each part of you Do's giue a life no Shepherdesse but Flora Peering in Aprils front This your sheepe-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty Gods And you the Queene on 't Perd. Sir my gracious Lord To chide at your extreames it not becomes me Oh pardon that I name them your high selfe The gracious marke o' th' Land you haue obscur'd With a Swaines wearing and me poore lowly Maide Most Goddese-like prank'd vp But that our Feasts In euery Messe haue folly and the Feeders Digest with a Custome I should blush To see you so attyr'd sworne I thinke To shew my selfe a glasse Flo. I blesse the time When my good Falcon made her flight a-crosse Thy Fathers ground Perd. Now Ioue affoord you cause To me the difference forges dread your Greatnesse Hath not beene vs'd to feare euen now I tremble To thinke your Father by some accident Should passe this way as you did Oh the Pates How would he looke to see his worke so noble Vildely bound vp What would he say Or how Should I in these my borrowed Flaunts behold The sternnesse of his presence Flo. Apprehend Nothing but iollity the Goddes themselues Humbling their Deities to loue haue taken The shapes of Beasts vpon them Iupiter Became a Bull and bellow'd the greene Neptune A Ram and bleated and the Fire-roab'd-God Golden Apollo a poore humble Swaine As I seeme now Their transformations Were neuer for a peece of beauty rarer Not in a way so chaste since my desires Run not before mine honor nor my Lusts Burne hotter then my Faith Perd. O but Sir Your resolution cannot hold when 't is Oppos'd as it must be by th' powre of the King One of these two must be necessities Which then will speake that you must change this purpose Or I my life Flo. Thou deer'st Perdita With these forc'd thoughts I prethee darken not The Mirth o' th' Feast Or I le be thine my Faire Or not my Fathers For I cannot be Mine owne nor any thing to any if I be not thine To this I am most constant Though destiny say no. Be merry Gentle Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
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
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
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâ—d Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ— braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I feare Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee What are ye danted now Now will ye stoope 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him speak him fair Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough Vs'd to command vntaught to pleade for fauour Farre be it we should honor such as these With humble suite no rather let my head Stoope to the blocke then these knees bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome True Nobility is exempt from feare More can I beare then you dare execute Lieu. Hale him away and let him talke no more Come Souldiers shew what cruelty ye can Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions A Romane Sworder and Bandetto slaue Murder'd sweet Tully Bruim Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Caesar Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats Exit Water with Suffolke Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set It is our pleasure one of them depart Therefore come you with vs and let him go Exit Lieutenant and the rest Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body Wal. There let his head and liuelesse bodie lye Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it Exit Walter 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle His body will I beare vnto the King If he reuenge it not yet will his Friends So will the Queene that liuing held him deere Enter Beuis and Iohn Holland Beuis Come and get thee a sword though made of a Lath they haue bene vp these two dayes Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then Beuis I tell thee Iacke Cade the Cloathier meanes to dresse the Common-wealth and turne it and set a new nap vpon it Hol. So he had need for 't is thred-bare Well I say it was neuer merrie world in England since Gentlemen came vp Beuis O miserable Age Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons Beuis Nay more the Kings Councell are no good Workemen Hol. True and yet it is said Labour in thy Vocation which is as much to say as let the Magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be Magistrates Beuis Thou hast hit it for there 's no better signe of a braue minde then a hard hand Hol. I see them I see them There 's Bests Sonne the Tanner of Wingham Beuis Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies to make Dogges Leather of Hol. And Dicke the Butcher Beuis Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe Hol. And Smith the Weauer Beu Argo their thred of life is spun Hol. Come come let 's fall in with them Drumme Enter Cade Dicke Butcher Smith the Weauer and a Sawyer with infinite numbers Cade Wee Iohn Cade so tearm'd of our supposed Father But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings Cade For our enemies shall faile before vs inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes Command silence But. Silence Cade My Father was a Mortimer But. He was an honest man and a good Bricklayer Cade My mother a Plantagenet Butch I knew her well she was a Midwife Cade My wife descended of the Lacies But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter sold many Laces Weauer But now of late not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe she washes buckes here at home Cade Therefore am I of an honorable house But. I by my faith the field is honourable and there was he borne vnder a hedge for his Father had neuer a house but the Cage Cade Valiant I am Weauer A must needs for beggery is valiant Cade I am able to endure much But. No question of that for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wea. He neede not feare the sword for his Coate is of proofe But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire being burnt i' th hand for stealing of Sheepe Cade Be braue then for your Captaine is Braue and Vowes Reformation There shall be in England seuen halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny the three hoop'd pot shall haue ten hoopes and I wil make it Fellony to drink small Beere All the Realme shall be in Common and in Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse and when I am King as King I will be All. God saue your Maiesty Cade I thanke you good people There shall bee no mony all shall eate and drinke on my score and I will apparrell them all in one Liuery that they may agree like Brothers and worship me their Lord. But. The first thing we do let 's kill all the Lawyers Cade Nay that I meane to do Is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should be made Parchment that Parchment being scribeld ore should vndoe a man Some say the Bee stings but I say 't is the Bees waxe for I did but seale once to a thing and I was neuer mine owne man since How now Who 's there Enter a Clearke Weauer The Clearke of Chartam hee can write and reade and cast accompt Cade O monstrous Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies Cade Here 's a Villaine Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Nay then he is a Coniurer But. Nay he can make Obligations and write Court hand Cade I am sorry for 't The man is a proper man of mine Honour vnlesse I finde him guilty he shall not die Come hither sirrah I must examine thee What is thy name Clearke Emanuell But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters 'T will go hard with you Cade Let me alone Dost thou vse to write thy name Or hast thou a marke to thy selfe like a honest plain dealing man Clearke Sir I thanke God I haue bin so well brought vp that I can write my name All. He hath confest away with him he 's a Villaine and a Traitor Cade Away with him I say Hang him with his Pen and Inke-horne about his necke Exit one with the Clearke Enter Michael Mich. Where 's our Generall Cade Heere I am thou particular fellow Mich. Fly fly fly Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the Kings Forces Cade Stand villaine stand or I le fell thee downe he shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe He is but a Knight is a Mich. No. Cade To equall him I will make my selfe a knight presently Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer Now haue at him Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brother with Drum and Soldiers Staf. Rebellious Hinds the filth and scum of Kent Mark'd for the Gallowes Lay your Weapons downe Home to your Cottages forsake this Groome The King is mercifull if you reuolt Bro. But angry wrathfull and inclin'd
Warre Richard I le proue the contrary if you 'le heare mee speake Yorke Thou canst not Sonne it is impossible Richard An Oath is of no moment being not tooke Before a true and lawfull Magistrate That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares Henry had none but did vsurpe the place Then seeing 't was he that made you to depose Your Oath my Lord is vaine and friuolous Therefore to Armes and Father doe but thinke How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne Within whose Circuit is Elizium And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy. Why doe we linger thus I cannot rest Vntill the White Rose that I weare be dy'de Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart Yorke Richard ynough I will be King or dye Brother thou shalt to London presently And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolke And tell him priuily of our intent You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise In them I trust for they are Souldiors Wittie courteous liberall full of spirit While you are thus imploy'd what resteth more But that I seeke occasion how to rise And yet the King not priuie to my Drift Nor any of the House of Lancaster Enter Gabriel But stay what Newes Why comm'st thou in such poste Gabriel The Queene With all the Northerne Earles and Lords Intend here to besiege you in your Castle She is hard by with twentie thousand men And therefore fortifie your Hold my Lord. Yorke I with my Sword What think'st thou that we feare them Edward and Richard you shall stay with me My Brother Mountague shall poste to London Let Noble Warwicke Cobham and the rest Whom we haue left Protectors of the King With powrefull Pollicie strengthen themselues And trust not simple Henry nor his Oathes Mount Brother I goe I le winne them feare it not And thus most humbly I doe take my leaue Exit Mountague Enter Mortimer and his Brother York Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer mine Vnckles You are come to Sandall in a happie houre The Armie of the Queene meane to besiege vs. Iohn Shee shall not neede wee 'le meete her in the field Yorke What with fiue thousand men Richard I with fiue hundred Father for a neede A Woman's generall what should we feare A March afarre off Edward I heare their Drummes Let 's set our men in order And issue forth and bid them Battaile straight Yorke Fiue men to twentie though the oddes be great I doubt not Vnckle of our Victorie Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one Why should I not now haue the like successe Alarum Exit Enter Rutland and his Tutor Rutland Ah whither shall I flye to scape their hands Ah Tutor looke where bloody Clifford comes Enter Clifford Clifford Chaplaine away thy Priesthood saues thy life As for the Brat of this accursed Duke Whose Father slew my Father he shall dye Tutor And I my Lord will beare him company Clifford Souldiers away with him Tutor Ah Clifford murther not this innocent Child Least thou be hated both of God and Man Exit Clifford How now is he dead alreadie Or is it feare that makes him close his eyes I le open them Rutland So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes And so he walkes insulting o're his Prey And so be comes to rend his Limbes asunder Ah gentle Clifford kill me with thy Sword And not with such a cruell threatning Looke Sweet Clifford heare me speake before I dye I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath Be thou reueng'd on men and let me liue Clifford In vaine thou speak'st poore Boy My Fathers blood hath stopt the passage Where thy words should enter Rutland Then let my Fathers blood open it againe He is a man and Clifford cope with him Clifford Had I thy Brethren here their liues and thine Were not reuenge sufficient for me No if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart The sight of any of the House of Yorke Is as a furie to torment my Soule And till I root out their accursed Line And leaue not one aliue I liue in Hell Therefore Rutland Oh let me pray before I take my death To thee I pray sweet Clifford pitty me Clifford Such pitty as my Rapiers point affords Rutland I neuer did thee harme why wilt thou slay me Clifford Thy Father hath Rutland But 't was ere I was borne Thou hast one Sonne for his sake pitty me Least in reuenge thereof sith God is iust He be as miserably slaine as I. Ah let me liue in Prison all my dayes And when I giue occasion of offence Then let me dye for now thou hast no cause Clifford No cause thy Father slew my Father therefore dye Rutland Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae Clifford Plantagenet I come Plantagenet And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade Shall rust vpon my Weapon till thy blood Congeal'd with this doe make me wipe off both Exit Alarum Enter Richard Duke of Yorke Yorke The Army of the Queene hath got the field My Vnckle 's both are slaine in rescuing me And all my followers to the eager foe Turne back and flye like Ships before the Winde Or Lambes pursu'd by hunger-starued Wolues My Sonnes God knowes what hath bechanced them But this I know they haue demean'd themselues Like men borne to Renowne by Life or Death Three times did Richard make a Lane to me And thrice cry'de Courage Father fight it out And full as oft came Edward to my side With Purple Faulchion painted to the Hilt In blood of those that had encountred him And when the hardyest Warriors did retyre Richard cry'de Charge and giue no foot of ground And cry'de A Crowne or else a glorious Tombe A Scepter or an Earthly Sepulchre With this we charg'd againe but out alas We bodg'd againe as I haue seene a Swan With bootlesse labour swimme against the Tyde And spend her strength with ouer-matching Waues A short Alarum within Ah hearke the fatall followers doe pursue And I am faint and cannot flye their furie And were I strong I would not shunne their furie The Sands are numbred that makes vp my Life Here must I stay and here my Life must end Enter the Queene Clifford Northumberland the young Prince and Souldiers Come bloody Clifford rough Northumberland I dare your quenchlesse furie to more rage I am your Butt and I abide your Shot Northumb. Yeeld to our mercy proud Plantagenet Clifford I to such mercy as his ruthlesse Arme With downe-right payment shew'd vnto my Father Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre And made an Euening at the Noone-tide Prick Yorke My ashes as the Phoenix may bring forth A Bird that will reuenge vpon you all And in that hope I throw mine eyes to
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 Croâ—ne 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
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
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
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
blood Nor thou within the compasse of my curse Buc. Nor no one heere for Curses neuer passe The lips of those that breath them in the ayre Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham take heede of yonder dogge Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venom tooth will rankle to the death Haue not to do with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their Ministers attend on him Rich. What doth she say my Lord of Buckingham Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a Prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects to his hate And he to yours and all of you to Gods Exit Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses Riu. And so doth mine I muse why she 's at libertie Rich. I cannot blame her by Gods holy mother She hath had too much wrong and I repent My part thereof that I haue done to her Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repayed He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause thereof Riu. A vertuous and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs. Rich. So do I euer being well aduis'd Speakes to himselfe For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Enter Catesby Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come Lords will you go with mee Riu. We wait vpon your Grace Exeunt all but Gloster Rich. I do the wrong and first begin to brawle The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others Clarence who I indeede haue cast in darknesse I do beweepe to many simple Gulles Namely to Derby Hastings Buckingham And tell them 't is the Queene and her Allies That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother Now they beleeue it and withall whet me To be reueng'd on Riuers Dorset Grey But then I sigh and with a peece of Scripture Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends stolne forth of holy Writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the deuill Enter two murtherers But soft heere come my Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued Mates Are you now going to dispatch this thing Vil. We are my Lord and come to haue the Warrant That we may be admitted where he is Ric. Well thought vpon I haue it heare about me When you haue done repayre to Crosby place But sirs be sodaine in the execution Withall obdurate do not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty if you marke him Vil. Tut tut my Lord we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good dooers be assur'd We go to vse our hands and not our tongues Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones when Fooles eyes fall Teares I like you Lads about your businesse straight Go go dispatch Vil. We will my Noble Lord. Scena Quarta Enter Clarence and Keeper Keep Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day Cla. O I haue past a miserable night So full of fearefull Dreames of vgly sights That as I am a Christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though 't were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Keep What was your dream my Lord I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy And in my company my Brother Glouster Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke Vpon the Hatches There we look'd toward England And cited vp a thousand heauy times During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches Me thought that Glouster stumbled and in falling Strooke me that thought to stay him ouer-boord Into the tumbling billowes of the maine O Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares What sights of vgly death within mine eyes Me thoughts I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon Wedges of Gold great Anchors heapes of Pearle Inestimable Stones vnvalewed Iewels All scattred in the bottome of the Sea Some lay in dead-mens Sculles and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes reflecting Gemmes That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by Keep Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe Cla. Me thought I had and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost but still the enuious Flood Stop'd in my soule and would not let it forth To find the empty vast and wand'ring ayre But smother'd it within my panting bulke Who almost burst to belch it in the Sea Keep Awak'd you not in this sore Agony Clar. No no my Dreame was lengthen'd after life O then began the Tempest to my Soule I past me thought the Melancholly Flood With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule Was my great Father-in-Law renowned Warwicke Who spake alowd What scourge for Periurie Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanish'd Then came wand'ring by A Shadow like an Angell with bright hayre Dabbel'd in blood and he shriek'd out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periur'd Clarence That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury Seize on him Furies take him vnto Torment With that me thought a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron'd me and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries that with the very Noise I trembling wak'd and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in Hell Such terrible Impression made my Dreame Keep No maruell Lord though it affrighted you I am affraid me thinkes to heare you tell it Cla. Ah Keeper Keeper I haue done these things That now giue euidence against my Soule For Edwards sake and see how he requits mee O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds Yet execute thy wrath in me alone O spare my guiltlesse Wife and my poore children Keeper I prythee sit by me a-while My Soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Keep I will my Lord God giue your Grace good rest Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant Bra.
vs to weepe Cla. O do not slander him for he is kinde 1 Right as Snow in Haruest Come you deceiue your selfe 'T is he that sends vs to destroy you heere Cla. It cannot be for he be wept my Fortune And hugg'd me in his armes and swore with sobs That he would labour my deliuery 1 Why so he doth when he deliuers you From this earths thraldome to the ioyes of heauen 2 Make peace with God for you must die my Lord. Cla. Haue you that holy feeling in your soules To counsaile me to make my peace with God And are you yet to your owne soules so blinde That you will warre with God by murd'ring me O sirs consider they that set you on To do this deede will hate you for the deede 2 What shall we do Clar. Relent and saue your soules Which of you if you were a Princes Sonne Being pent from Liberty as I am now If two such murtherers as your selues came to you Would not intreat for life as you would begge Were you in my distresse 1 Relent no 'T is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuellish My Friend I spy some pitty in thy lookes O if thine eye be not a Flatterer Come thou on my side and intreate for mee A begging Prince what begger pitties not 2 Looke behinde you my Lord. 1 Take that and that if all this will not do Stabs him I le drowne you in the Malmesey-But within Exit 2 A bloody deed and desperately dispatcht How faine like Pilate would I wash my hands Of this most greeuous murther Enter 1. Murtherer 1 How now what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not By Heauen the Duke shall know how slacke you haue beene 2. Mur. I would he knew that I had sau'd his brother Take thou the Fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1. Mur. So do not I go Coward as thou art Well I le go hide the body in some hole Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall And when I haue my meede I will away For this will out and then I must not stay Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the King sicke the Queene Lord Marquesse Dorset Riuers Hastings Catesby Buckingham Wooduill King Why so now haue I done a good daies work You Peeres continue this vnited League I euery day expect an Embassage From my Redeemer to redeeme me hence And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth Dorset and Riuers take each others hand Dissemble not your hatred Sweare your loue Kin. By heauen my soule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue. Hast So thriue I as I truly sweare the like King Take heed you dally not before your King Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Ri. And I as I loue Hastings with my heart King Madam your selfe is not exempt from this Nor you Sonne Dorset Buckingham nor you You haue bene factious one against the other Wife loue Lord Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you do do it vnfeignedly Qu. There Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine King Dorset imbrace him Hastings loue Lord Marquesse Dor. This interchange of loue I heere protest Vpon my part shall be inuiolable Hast And so sweare I. King Now Princely Buckingham seale y u this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate Vpon your Grace but with all dutious loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most need to imploy a Friend And most assured that he is a Friend Deepe hollow treacherous and full of guile Be he vnto me This do I begge of heauen When I am cold in loue to you or yours Embrace King A pleasing Cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow vnto my sickely heart There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere To make the blessed period of this peace Buc. And in good time Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the Duke Enter Ratcliffe and Gloster Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King Queen And Princely Peeres a happy time of day King Happy indeed as we haue spent the day Gloster we haue done deeds of Charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres Rich. A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord Among this Princely heape if any heere By false intelligence or wrong surmize Hold me a Foe If I vnwillingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne To any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his Friendly peace 'T is death to me to be at enmitie I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you Lord Riuers and of Dorset That all without desert haue frown'd on me Of you Lord Wooduill and Lord Scales of you Dukes Earles Lords Gentlemen indeed of all I do not know that Englishman aliue With whom my soule is any iot at oddes More then the Infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my Humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter I would to God all strifes were well compounded My Soueraigne Lord I do beseech your Highnesse To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace Rich. Why Madam haue I offred loue for this To be so flowted in this Royall presence Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead They all start You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse King Who knowes not he is dead Who knowes he is Qu. All-seeing heauen what a world is this Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good Lord and no man in the presence But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes King Is Clarence dead The Order was reuerst Rich. But he poore man by your first order dyed And that a winged Mercurie did beare Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand That came too lagge to see him buried God grant that some lesse Noble and lesse Loyall Neerer in bloody thoughts and not in blood Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did And yet go currant from Suspition Enter Earle of Derby Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done King I prethee peace my soule is full of sorrow Der. I will not rise vnlesse your Highnes heare me King Then say at once what is it thou requests Der. The forfeit Soueraigne of my seruants life Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman Lately attendant on
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
fellowship Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen most My selfe or Menelaus Diom. Both alike He merits well to haue her that doth seeke her Not making any scruple of her soylure With such a hell of paine and world of charge And you as well to keepe her that defend her Not pallating the taste of her dishonour With such a costly losse of wealth and friends He like a puling Cuckold would drinke vp The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece You like a letcher out of whorish loynes Are pleas'd to breede out your inheritors Both merits poyz'd each weighs no lesse nor more But he as he which heauier for a whore Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman Dio. Shee 's bitter to her countrey heare me Paris For euery false drop in her baudy veines A Grecians life hath sunke for euery scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight A Troian hath beene slaine Since she could speake She hath not giuen so many good words breath As for her Greekes and Troians suffred death Par. Faire Diomed you doe as chapmen doe Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy But we in silence hold this vertue well Wee le not commend what we intend to sell Here lyes our way Exeunt Enter Troylus and Cressida Troy Deere trouble not your selfe the morne is cold Cres Then sweet my Lord I le call mine Vnckle down He shall vnbolt the Gates Troy Trouble him not To bed to bed sleepe kill those pritty eyes And giue as soft attachment to thy sences As Infants empty of all thought Cres Good morrow then Troy I prithee now to bed Cres Are you a weary of me Troy O Cressida but that the busie day Wak't by the Larke hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer I would not from thee Cres Night hath beene too briefe Troy Beshrew the witch with venemous wights she stayes As hidiously as hell but flies the graspes of loue With wings more momentary swift then thought You will catch cold and curse me Cres Prithee tarry you men will neuer tarry O foolish Cressid I might haue still held off And then you would haue tarried Harke ther 's one vp Pand. within What 's all the doores open here Troy It is your Vnckle Enter Pandarus Cres A pestilence on him now will he be mocking I shall haue such a life Pan. How now how now how goe maiden-heads Heare you Maide wher 's my cozin Cressid Cres Go hang your self you naughty mocking Vnckle You bring me to doo and then you floute me too Pan. To do what to do what let her say what What haue I brought you to doe Cres Come come beshrew your heart you le nere be good nor suffer others Pan. Ha ha alas poore wretch a poore Chipochia hast not slept to night would he not a naughty man let it sleepe a bug-beare take him One knocks Cres Did not I tell you would he were knockt i th' head Who 's that at doore good Vnckle goe and see My Lord come you againe into my Chamber You smile and mocke me as if I meant naughtily Troy Ha ha Cre. Come you are deceiu'd I thinke of no such thing How earnestly they knocke pray you come in Knocke. I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here Exeunt Pan. Who 's there what 's the matter will you beate downe the doore How now what 's the matter Aene. Good morrow Lord good morrow Pan. Who 's there my Lord Aeneas by my troth I knew you not what newes with you so early Aene. Is not Prince Troylus here Pan. Here what should he doe here Aene. Come he is here my Lord doe not deny him It doth import him much to speake with me Pan. Is he here say you 't is more then I know I le be sworne For my owne part I came in late what should he doe here Aene. Who nay then Come come you le doe him wrong ere y' are ware you le be so true to him to be false to him Doe not you know of him but yet goe fetch him hither goe Enter Troylus Troy How now what 's the matter Aene. My Lord I scarce haue leisure to salute you My matter is so rash there is at hand Paris your brother and Deiphoebus The Grecian Diomed and our Anthenor Deliuer'd to vs and for him forth-with Ere the first sacrifice within this houre We must giue vp to Diomeds hand The Lady Cressida Troy Is it concluded so Aene. By Priam and the generall state of Troy They are at hand and ready to effect it Troy How my atchieuements mocke me I will goe meete them and my Lord Aeneas We met by chance you did not finde me here Aen. Good good my Lord the secrets of nature Haue not more gift in taciturnitie Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Is' t possible no sooner got but lost the diuell take Anthenor the yong Prince will goe mad a plague vpon Anthenor I would they had brok's necke Cres How now what 's the matter who was here Pan. Ah ha Cres Why sigh you so profoundly wher 's my Lord gone tell me sweet Vnckle what 's the matter Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue Cres O the gods what 's the matter Pan. Prythee get thee in would thou had'st nere been borne I knew thou would'st be his death O poore Gentleman a plague vpon Anthenor Cres Good Vnckle I beseech you on my knees I beseech you what 's the matter Pan. Thou must be gone wench thou must be gone thou art chang'd for Anthenor thou must to thy Father and be gone from Troylus 't will be his death 't will be his baine he cannot beare it Cres O you immortall gods I will not goe Pan. Thou must Cres I will not Vnckle I haue forgot my Father I know no touch of consanguinitie No kin no loue no bloud no soule so neere me As the sweet Troylus O you gods diuine Make Cressids name the very crowne of falshood If euer she leaue Troylus time orce and death Do to this body what extremitie you can But the strong base and building of my loue Is as the very Center of the earth Drawing all things to it I will goe in and weepe Pan. Doe doe Cres Teare my bright heire and scratch my praised cheekes Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs and breake my heart With sounding Troylus I will not goe from Troy Exeunt Enter Paris Troylus Aeneas Deiphebus Anthenor and Diomedes Par. It is great morning and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast vpon good my brother Troylus Tell you the Lady what she is to doe And hast her to the purpose Troy Walke into her house I le bring her to the Grecian presently And to his hand when I deliuer her Thinke it an Altar and thy brother Troylus A Priest there offring to it his heart Par. I know what 't is to loue And would as I shall
Menelaus Vlisses Nestor Calcas c. Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and faire Anticipating time With starting courage Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy Thou dreadfull Aiax that the appauled aire May pierce the head of the great Combatant And hale him hither Aia. Thou Trumpet ther 's my purse Now cracke thy lungs and split thy brasen pipe Blow villaine till thy sphered Bias cheeke Out-swell the collicke of puft Aquilon Come stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout bloud Thou blowest for Hector Vlis No Trumpet answers Achil. 'T is but early dayes Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter Vlis 'T is he I ken the manner of his gate He rises on the toe that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth Aga. Is this the Lady Cressid Dio. Euen she Aga. Most deerely welcome to the Greekes sweete Lady Nest Our Generall doth salute you with a kisse Vlis Yet is the kindenesse but particular 't were better she were kist in generall Nest And very courtly counsell I le begin So much for Nestor Achil. I le take that winter from your lips faire Lady Achilles bids you welcome Mene. I had good argument for kissing once Patro. But that 's no argument for kissing now For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment Vlis Oh deadly gall and theame of all our scornes For which we loose our heads to gild his hornes Patro. The first was Menelaus kisse this mine Patroclus kisses you Mene. Oh this is trim Patr. Paris and I kisse euermore for him Mene. I le haue my kisse sir Lady by your leaue Cres In kissing doe you render or receiue Patr. Both take and giue Cres I le make my match to liue The kisse you take is better then you giue therefore no kisse Mene. I le giue you boote I le giue you three for one Cres You are an odde man giue euen or giue none Mene. An odde man Lady euery man is odde Cres No Paris is not for you know 't is true That you are odde and he is euen with you Mene. You fillip me a' th' head Cres No I le be sworne Vlis It were no match your naile against his horne May I sweete Lady beg a kisse of you Cres You may Vlis I doe desire it Cres Why begge then Vlis Why then for Venus sake giue me a kisse When Hellen is a maide againe and his Cres I am your debtor claime it when 't is due Vlis Neuer's my day and then a kisse of you Diom. Lady a word I le bring you to your Father Nest A woman of quicke sence Vlis Fie fie vpon her Ther 's a language in her eye her cheeke her lip Nay her foote speakes her wanton spirites looke out At euery ioynt and motiue of her body Oh these encounterers so glib of tongue That giue a coasting welcome ete it comes And wide vnclaspe the tables of their thoughts To euery tickling reader set them downe For sluttish spoyles of opportunitie And daughters of the game Exeunt Enter all of Troy Hector Paris Aeneas Helenus and Attendants Florish All. The Troians Trumpet Aga. Yonder comes the troope Aene. Haile all you state of Greece what shal be done To him that victory commands or doe you purpose A victor shall be knowne will you the Knights Shall to the edge of all extremitie Pursue each other or shall be diuided By any voyce or order of the field Hector bad aske Aga. Which way would Hector haue it Aene. He cares not hee le obey conditions Aga. 'T is done like Hector but securely done A little proudly and great deale disprising The Knight oppos'd Aene. If not Achilles sir what is your name Achil. If not Achilles nothing Aene. Therefore Achilles but what ere know this In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excell themselues in Hector The one almost as infinite as all The other blanke as nothing weigh him well And that which lookes like pride is curtesie This Aiax is halfe made of Hectors bloud In loue whereof halfe Hector staies at home Halfe heart halfe hand halfe Hector comes to seeke This blended Knight halfe Troian and halfe Greeke Achil. A maiden battaile then O I perceiue you Aga. Here is sir Diomed goe gentle Knight Stand by our Aiax as you and Lord Aeneas Consent vpon the order of their fight So be it either to the vttermost Or else a breach the Combatants being kin Halfe stints their strife before their strokes begin Vlis They are oppos'd already Aga. What Troian is that same that lookes so heauy Vlis The yongest Sonne of Priam A true Knight they call him Troylus Not yet mature yet matchlesse firme of word Speaking in deedes and deedelesse in his tongue Not soone prouok't nor being prouok't soone calm'd His heart and hand both open and both free For what he has he giues what thinkes he shewes Yet giues he not till iudgement guide his bounty Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath Manly as Hector but more dangerous For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes To tender obiects but he in heate of action Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue They call him Troylus and on him erect A second hope as fairely built as Hector Thus saies Aeneas one that knowes the youth Euen to his inches and with priuate soule Did in great Illion thus translate him to me Alarum Aga. They are in action Nest Now Aiax hold thine owne Troy Hector thou sleep'st awake thee Aga. His blowes are wel dispos'd there Aiax trūpets cease Diom. You must no more Aene. Princes enough so please you Aia. I am not warme yet let vs fight againe Diom. As Hector pleases Hect. Why then will I no more Thou art great Lord my Fathers sisters Sonne A cousen german to great Priams seede The obligation of our bloud forbids A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine Were thy commixion Greeke and Troian so That thou could'st say this hand is Grecian all And this is Troian the sinewes of this Legge All Greeke and this all Troy my Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke and this sinister Bounds in my fathers by Ioue multipotent Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our ranke feud but the iust gods gainsay That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother My sacred Aunt should by my mortall Sword Be drained Let me embrace thee Aiax By him that thunders thou hast lustie Armes Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus Cozen all honor to thee Aia. I thanke thee Hector Thou art too gentle and too free a man I came to kill thee Cozen and beare hence A great addition earned in thy death Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable On whose bright crest fame with her lowd'st O yes Cries This is he could'st promise to himselfe A thought of added honor torne from Hector Aene. There is expectance here from both the sides What further you will doe Hect. Wee le answere it
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
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
the stout Norweyan Rankes Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make Strange Images of death as thick as Tale Can post with post and euery one did beare Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence And powr'd them downe before him Ang. Wee are sent To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks Onely to harrold thee into his sight Not pay thee Rosse And for an earnest of a greater Honor He bad me from him call thee Thane of Cawdor In which addition haile most worthy Thane For it is thine Banq. What can the Deuill speake true Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes Ang. Who was the Thane liues yet But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life Which he deserues to loose Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe And vantage or that with both he labour'd In his Countreyes wracke I know not But Treasons Capitall confess'd and prou'd Haue ouerthrowne him Macb. Glamys and Thane of Cawdor The greatest is behinde Thankes for your paines Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me Promis'd no lesse to them Banq. That trusted home Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne Besides the Thane of Cawdor But 't is strange And oftentimes to winne vs to our harme The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths Winne vs with honest Trifles to betray 's In deepest consequence Cousins a word I pray you Macb. Two Truths are told As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperiall Theame I thanke you Gentlemen This supernaturall solliciting Cannot be ill cannot be good If ill why hath it giuen me earnest of successe Commencing in a Truth I am Thane of Cawdor If good why doe I yeeld to that suggestion Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes Against the vse of Nature Present Feares Are lesse then horrible Imaginings My Thought whose Murther yet is but fantasticall Shakes so my single state of Man That Function is smother'd in surmise And nothing is but what is not Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt Macb. If Chance will haue me King Why Chance may Crowne me Without my stirre Banq. Now Honors come vpon him Like our strange Garments cleaue not to their mould But with the aid of vse Macb. Come what come may Time and the Houre runs through the roughest Day Banq. Worthy Macbeth wee stay vpon your leysure Macb. Giue me your fauour My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten Kinde Gentlemen your paines are registred Where euery day I turne the Lease To reade them Let vs toward the King thinke vpon What hath chanc'd and at more time The Interim hauing weigh'd it let vs speake Our free Hearts each to other Banq. Very gladly Macb. Till then enough Come friends Exeunt Scena Quarta Flourish Enter King Lenox Malcolme Donalbaine and Attendants King Is execution done on Cawdor Or not those in Commission yet return'd Mal. My Liege they are not yet come back But I haue spoke with one that saw him die Who did report that very frankly hee Confess'd his Treasons implor'd your Highnesse Pardon And set forth a deepe Repentance Nothing in his Life became him Like the leauing it Hee dy'de As one that had beene studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd As 't were a carelesse Trifle King There 's no Art To finde the Mindes construction in the Face He was a Gentleman on whom I built An absolute Trust Enter Macbeth Banquo Rosse and Angus O worthyest Cousin The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now Was heauie on me Thou art so farre before That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow To ouertake thee Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might haue beene mine onely I haue left to say More is thy due then more then all can pay Macb. The seruice and the loyaltie I owe In doing it payes it selfe Your Highnesse part is to receiue our Duties And our Duties are to your Throne and State Children and Seruants which doe but what they should By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue And Honor. King Welcome hither I haue begun to plant thee and will labour To make thee full of growing Noble Banquo That hast no lesse deseru'd nor must be knowne No lesse to haue done so Let me enfold thee And hold thee to my Heart Banq. There if I grow The Haruest is your owne King My plenteous Ioyes Wanton in fulnesse seeke to hide themselues In drops of sorrow Sonnes Kinsmen Thanes And you whose places are the nearest know We will establish our Estate vpon Our eldest Malcolme whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland which Honor must Not vnaccompanied inuest him onely But signes of Noblenesse like Starres shall shine On all deseruers From hence to Envernes And binde vs further to you Macb. The Rest is Labor which is not vs'd for you I le be my selfe the Herbenger and make ioyfull The hearing of my Wife with your approach So humbly take my leaue King My worthy Cawdor Macb. The Prince of Cumberland that is a step On which I must fall downe or else o're-leape For in my way it lyes Starres hide your fires Let not Light see my black and deepe desires The Eye winke at the Hand yet let that bee Which the Eye feares when it is done to see Exit King True worthy Banquo he is full so valiant And in his commendations I am fed It is a Banquet to me Let 's after him Whose care is gone before to bid vs welcome It is a peerelesse Kinsman Flourish Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter Lady They met me in the day of successe and I haue learn'd by the perfect'st report they haue more in them then mortall knowledge When I burnt in desire to question them further they made themselues Ayre into which they vanish'd Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came Missiues from the King who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor by which Title before these weyward Sisters saluted me and referrâ—d me to the comming on of time with haile King that shalt be This haue I thought good to deliuer thee my dearest Partner of Greatnesse that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee Lay it to thy heart and farewell Glamys thou art and Cawdor and shalt be What thou art promis'd yet doe I feare thy Nature It is too full o' th' Milke of humane kindnesse To catch the neerest way Thou would'st be great Art not without Ambition but without The illnesse should attend it What thou would'st highly That would'st thou holily would'st not play false And yet would'st wrongly winne thou ld'st haue great Glamys that which cryes Thus thou must doe if thou haue it And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe Then wishest should be vndone
Bodkin Who would these Fardles beare To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life But that the dread of something after death The vndiscouered Countrey from whose Borne No Traueller returnes Puzels the will And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue Then flye to others that we know not of Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution Is sicklied o're with the pale cast of Thought And enterprizes of great pith and moment With this regard their Currants turne away And loose the name of Action Soft you now The faire Ophelia Nimph in thy Orizons Be all my sinnes remembred Ophe. Good my Lord How does your Honor for this many a day Ham. I humbly thanke you well well well Ophe. My Lord I haue Remembrances of yours That I haue longed long to re-deliuer I pray you now receiue them Ham. No no I neuer gaue you ought Ophe. My honor'd Lord I know right well you did And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich then perfume left Take these againe for to the Noble minde Rich gifts wax poore when giuers proue vnkinde There my Lord. Ham. Ha ha Are you honest Ophe. My Lord. Ham. Are you faire Ophe. What meanes your Lordship Ham. That if you be honest and faire your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beautie Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord haue better Comerce then your Honestie Ham. I trulie for the power of Beautie will sooner transforme Honestie from what it is to a Bawd then the force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse This was sometime a Paradox but now the time giues it proofe I did loue you once Ophe. Indeed my Lord you made me beleeue so Ham. You should not haue beleeued me For vertue cannot so innocculate our old stocke but we shall-rellish of it I loued you not Ophe. I was the more deceiued Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie Why would'st thou be a breeder of Sinners I am my selfe indifferent honest but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my Mother had not borne me I am very prowd reuengefull Ambitious with more offences at my becke then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination to giue them shape or time to acte them in What should such Fellowes as I do crawling betweene Heauen and Earth We are arrant Knaues all beleeue none of vs. Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery Where 's your Father Ophe. At home my Lord. Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him that he may play the Foole no way but in 's owne house Farewell Ophe. O helpe him you sweet Heauens Ham. If thou doest Marry I le giue thee this Plague for thy Dowrie Be thou as chast as Ice as pure as Snow thou shalt not escape Calumny Get thee to a Nunnery Go Farewell Or if thou wilt needs Marry marry a fool for Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them To a Nunnery go and quickly too Farwell Ophe. O heauenly Powers restore him Ham. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough God has giuen you one pace and you make your selfe another you gidge you amble and you lispe and nickname Gods creatures and make your Wantonnesse your Ignorance Go too I le no more on 't it hath made me mad I say we will haue no more Marriages Those that are married already all but one shall liue the rest shall keep as they are To a Nunnery go Exit Hamlet Ophe. O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne The Courtiers Soldiers Schollers Eye tongue sword Th' expectansie and Rose of the faire State The glasse of Fashion and the mould of Forme Th' obseru'd of all Obseruers quite quite downe Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes Now see that Noble and most Soueraigne Reason Like sweet Bels â—angled out of tune and harsh That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth Blasted with extasie Oh woe is me T' haue seene what I haue seene see what I see Enter King and Polonius King Loue His affections do not that way tend Nor what he spake though it lack'd Forme a little Was not like Madnesse There 's something in his soule O're which his Melancholly sits on brood And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus set it downe He shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects shall expell This something setled matter in his heart Whereon his Braines still beating puts him thus From fashion of himselfe What thinke you on 't Pol. It shall do well But yet do I beleeue The Origin and Commencement of this greefe Sprung from neglected loue How now Ophelia You neede not tell vs what Lord Hamlet saide We heard it all My Lord do as you please But if you hold it fit after the Play Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him To shew his Greefes let her be round with him And I le be plac'd so please you in the eare Of all their Conference If she finde him not To England send him Or confine him where Your wisedome best shall thinke King It shall be so Madnesse in great Ones must not vnwatch'd go Exeunt Enter Hamlet and two or three of the Players Ham. Speake the Speech I pray you as I pronounc'd it to you trippingly on the Tongue But if you mouth it as many of your Players do I had as liue the Town-Cryer had spoke my Lines Nor do not saw the Ayre too much your hand thus but vse all gently for in the verie Torrent Tempest and as I may say the Whirle-winde of Passion you must acquire and beget a Temperance that may giue it Smoothnesse O it offends mee to the Soule to see a robustious Pery-wig-pated Fellow teare a Passion to tatters to verie ragges to split the eares of the Groundlings who for the most part are capeable of nothing but inexplicable dumbe shewes noise I could haue such a Fellow whipt for o're-doing Termagant it out Herod's Herod Pray you auoid it Player I warrant your Honor. Ham. Be not too tame neyther but let your owne Discretion be your Tutor Sute the Action to the Word the Word to the Action with this speciall obseruance That you ore-stop not the modestie of Nature for any thing so ouer-done is froÌ„ the purpose of Playing whose end both at the first and now was and is to hold as 't wer the Mirrour vp to Nature to shew Vertue her owne Feature Scorne her owne Image and the verie Age and Bodie of the Time his forme and pressure Now this ouer-done or come tardie off though it make the vnskilfull laugh cannot but make the Iudicious greeue The censure of the which One must in your allowance o're-way a whole Theater of Others Oh there bee Players that I haue seene
loue the generall gender beare him Who dipping all his Faults in their affection Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone Conuert his Gyues to Graces So that my Arrowes Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe And not where I had arm'd them Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes Who was if praises may go backe againe Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections But my reuenge will come King Breake not your sleepes for that You must not thinke That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger And thinke it pastime You shortly shall heare more I lou'd your Father and we loue our Selfe And that I hope will teach you to imagine Enter a Messenger How now What Newes Mes Letters my Lord from Hamlet This to your Maiesty this to the Queene King From Hamlet Who brought them Mes Saylors my Lord they say I saw them not They were giuen me by Claudio he receiu'd them King Laertes you shall heare them Leaue vs. Exit Messenger High and Mighty you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes When I shall first asking your Pardon thereunto recount th' Occasions of my sodaine and more strange returne Hamlet What should this meane Are all the rest come backe Or is it some abuse Or no such thing Laer. Know you the hand Kin. 'T is Hamlets Character naked and in a Postscript here he sayes alone Can you aduise me Laer. I 'm lost in it my Lord but let him come It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth Thus diddest thou Kin. If it be so Laertes as how should it be so How otherwise will you be rul'd by me Laer. If so you 'l not o're rule me to a peace Kin. To thine owne peace if he be now return'd As checking at his Voyage and that he meanes No more to vndertake it I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall And for his death no winde of blame shall breath But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice And call it accident Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy I 'ue seene my selfe and seru'd against the French And they ran well on Horsebacke but this Gallant Had witchcraft in 't he grew into his Seat And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd With the braue Beast so farre he past my thought That I in forgery of shapes and trickes Come short of what he did Laer. A Norman was 't Kin. A Norman Laer. Vpon my life Lamound Kin. The very same Laer. I know him well he is the Brooch indeed And Iemme of all our Nation Kin. Hee mad confession of you And gaue you such a Masterly report For Art and exercise in your defence And for your Rapier most especially e That he cryed out t' would be a sight indeed If one could match you Sir This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy That he could nothing doe but wish and begge Your sodaine comming ore to play with him Now out of this Laer. Why out of this my Lord Kin Laertes was your Father deare to you Or are you like the painting of a sorrow A face without a heart Laer. Why aske you this Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father But that I know Loue is begun by Time And that I see in passages of proofe Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it Hamlet comes backe what would you vndertake To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed More then in words Laer. To cut his throat i' th' Church Kin. No place indeed should murder Sancturize Reuenge should haue no bounds but good Laertes Will you doe this keepe close within your Chamber Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home Wee 'l put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gaue you bring you in fine together And wager on your heads he being remisse Most generous and free from all contriuing Will not peruse the Foiles So that with ease Or with a little shuffling you may choose A Sword vnbaited and in a passe of practice Requit him for your Father Laer. I will doo 't And for that purpose I le annoint my Sword I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke So mortall I but dipt a knife in it Where it drawes blood no Cataplasme so rare Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone can saue the thing from death That is but scratcht withall I le touch my point With this contagion that if I gall him slightly It may be death Kin Let 's further thinke of this Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes May fit vs to our shape if this should faile And that our drift looke through our bad performance 'T were better not assaid therefore this Proiect Should haue a backe or second that might hold If this should blast in proofe Soft let me see Wee 'l make a solemne wager on your commings I ha 't when in your motion you are hot and dry As make your bowts more violent to the end And that he cals for drinke I le haue prepar'd him A Challice for the nonce whereon but sipping If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck Our purpose may hold there how sweet Queene Enter Queene Queen One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele So fast they 'l follow your Sister 's drown'd Laertes Laer. Drown'd O where Queen There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame There with fantasticke Garlands did she come Of Crow-slowers Nettles Daysies and long Purples That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them There on the pendant boughes her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang an enuious sliuer broke When downe the weedy Trophies and her selfe Fell in the weeping Brooke her cloathes spred wide And Mermaid-like a while they bore her vp Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes As one incapable of her owne distresse Or like a creature Natiue and indued Vnto that Element but long it could not be Till that her garments heauy with her drinke Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy To muddy death Laer. Alas then is she drown'd Queen Drown'd drown'd Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia And therefore I forbid my teares but yet It is our tricke Nature her custome holds Let shame say what it will when these are gone The woman will be out Adue my Lord I haue a speech of fire that faine would blaze But that this folly doubts it Exit Kin. Let 's follow Gertrude How much I had to
our drinke Pom. Let 's ha't good Souldier Ant. Come let 's all take hands Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense In soft and delicate Lethe Eno. All take hands Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke The while I le place you then the Boy shall sing The holding euery man shall beate as loud As his strong sides can volly Musicke Playes Enobarbus places them hand in hand The Song Come thou Monarch of the Vine Plumpie Bacchus with pinke eyne In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd Cup vs till the world go round Cup vs till the world go round Caesar What would you more Pompey goodnight Good Brother Let me request you of our grauer businesse Frownes at this leuitie Gentle Lords let 's part You see we haue burnt our cheekes Strong Enobarbe Is weaker then the Wine and mine owne tongue Spleet's what it speakes the wilde disguise hath almost Antickt vs all What needs more words goodnight Good Anthony your hand Pom. I le try you on the shore Anth. And shall Sir giues your hand Pom. Oh Anthony you haue my Father house But what we are Friends Come downe into the Boate. Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas I le not on shore No to my Cabin these Drummes These Trumpets Flutes what Let Neptune heare we bid aloud farewell To these great Fellowes Sound and be hang'd sound out Sound a Flourish with Drummes Enor Hoo saies a there 's my Cap. Men. Hoa Noble Captaine come Exeunt Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph the dead body of Pacorus borne before him Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me reuenger Beare the Kings Sonnes body Before our Army thy Pacorus Orades Paies this for Marcus Crassus Romaine Noble Ventidius Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme The Fugitiue Parthians follow Spurre through Media Mesapotamia and the shelters whether The routed flie So thy grand Captaine Anthony Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots and Put Garlands on thy head Ven. Oh Sillius Sillius I haue done enough A lower place note well May make too great an act For learne this Sillius Better to leaue vndone then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame when him we serues away Caesar and Anthony haue euer wonne More in their officer then person Sossius One of my place in Syria his Lieutenant For quicke accumulation of renowne Which he atchiu'd by ' th' minute lost his fauour Who does i' th' Warres more then his Captaine can Becomes his Captaines Captaine and Ambition The Souldiers vertue rather makes choise of losse Then gaine which darkens him I could do more to do Anthonius good But 't would offend him And in his offence Should my performance perish Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction thou wilt write to Anthony Ven. I le humbly signifie what in his name That magicall word of Warre we haue effected How with his Banners and his well paid ranks The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia We haue iaded out o' th' Field Rom. Where is he now Ven. He purposeth to Athens whither with what hast The waight we must conuay with 's will permit We shall appeare before him On there passe along Exeunt Enter Agrippa at one doore Enobarbus at another Agri. What are the Brothers parted Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey he is gone The other three are Sealing Octauia weepes To part from Rome Caesar is sad and Lepidus Since Pompey's feast as Menas saies is troubled With the Greene-Sicknesse Agri. 'T is a Noble Lepidus Eno. A very fine one oh how he loues Caesar Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony Eno. Caesar why he 's the Iupiter of men Ant. What 's Anthony the God of Iupiter Eno. Spake you of Caesar How the non-pareill Agri. Oh Anthony oh thou Arabian Bird Eno. Would you praise Caesar say Caesar go no further Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises Eno. But he loues Caesar best yet he loues Anthony Hoo Hearts Tongues Figure Scribes Bards Poets cannot Thinke speake cast write sing number hoo His loue to Anthony But as for Caesar Kneele downe kneele downe and wonder Agri. Both he loues Eno. They are his Shards and he their Beetle so This is to horse Adieu Noble Agrippa Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier and farewell Enter Caesar Anthony Lepidus and Octauia Antho. No further Sir Caesar You take from me a great part of my selfe Vse me well in 't Sister proue such a wife As my thoughts make thee and as my farthest Band Shall passe on thy approofe most Noble Anthony Let not the peece of Vertue which is set Betwixt vs as the Cyment of our loue To keepe it builded be the Ramme to batter The Fortresse of it for better might we Haue lou'd without this meane if on both parts This be not cherisht Ant. Make me not offended in your distrust Caesar I haue said Ant. You shall not finde Though you be therein curious the lest cause For what you seeme to feare so the Gods keepe you And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends We will heere part Caesar Farewell my deerest Sister fare thee well The Elements be kind to thee and make Thy spirits all of comfort fare thee well Octa. My Noble Brother Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes it is Loues spring And these the showers to bring it on be cheerfull Octa. Sir looke well to my Husbands house and Caesar What Octauia Octa. I le tell you in your eare Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart nor can Her â—eart informe her tongue The Swannes downe feather That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide And neither way inclines Eno. Will Caesar weepe Agr. He ha's a cloud in 's face Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse so is he being aâ—man Agri. Why Enobarbus When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead He cried almost to roaring And he wept When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine Eno. That year indeed he was trobled with a rheume What willingly he did confound he wail'd Beleeu 't till I weepe too Caesar No sweet Octauia You shall heare from me still the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you Ant. Come Sir come I le wrastle with you in my strength of loue Looke heere I haue you thus I let you go And giue you to the Gods Caesar Adieu be happy Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way Caesar Farewell farewell Kisses Octauia Ant. Farewell Trumpets sound Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras and Alexas Cleo. Where is the Fellow Alex. Halfe afeard to come Cleo. Go too go too Come hither Sir Enter the Messenger as before Alex. Good Maiestie Herod of Iury dare not looke vpon you but when you are well pleas'd Cleo. That Herods head I le haue but how When Anthony is