fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
To the Reader This Figure that thou here seest put It was for gentle Shakespeare cut Wherein the Grauer had a strife with Nature to out-doo the life O could he but haue drawne his wit As well in brasse as he hath hit His face the Print would then surpasse All that vvas euer vvrit in brasse But since he cannot Reader looke Not on his Picture but his Booke B.I. M R. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARES COMEDIES HISTORIES TRAGEDIES Published according to the True Originall Copies LONDON Printed by Isaac Iaggard and Ed. Blount 1623. TO THE MOST NOBLE AND INCOMPARABLE PAIRE OF BRETHREN WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke c. Lord Chamberlaine to the Kings most Excellent Maiesty AND PHILIP Earle of Montgomery c. Gentleman of his Maiesties Bed-Chamber Both Knights of the most Noble Order of the Garter and our singular good LORDS Right Honourable WHilst we studie to be thankful in our particular for the many fauors we haue receiued from your L.L we are falne vpon the ill fortune to mingle two the most diuerse things that can bee feare and rashnesse rashnesse in the enterprize and feare of the successe For when we valew the places your H.H. sustaine we cannot but know their dignity greater then to descend to the reading of these trifles and vvhile we name them trifles we haue depriu'd our selues of the defence of our Dedication But since your L.L. haue beene pleas'd to thinke these trifles some-thing heeretofore and haue prosequuted both them and their Authour liuing vvith so much fauour we hope that they out-liuing him and he not hauing the fate common with some to be exequutor to his owne writings you will vse the like indulgence toward them you haue done vnto their parent There is a great difference vvhether any Booke choose his Patrones or finde them This hath done both For so much were your L L. likings of the seuerall parts vvhen they were acted as before they vvere published the Volume ask'd to be yours We haue but collected them and done an office to the dead to procure his Orphanes Guardians vvithout ambition either of selfe-profit or fame onely to keepe the memory of so worthy a Friend Fellow aliue as was our SHAKESPEARE by humble offer of his playes to your most noble patronage Wherein as we haue iustly obserued no man to come neere your L.L. but vvith a kind of religious addresse it hath bin the height of our care vvho are the Presenters to make the present worthy of your H.H. by the perfection But there we must also craue our abilities to be considerd my Lords We cannot go beyond our owne powers Country hands reach foorth milke creame fruites or what they haue and many Nations we haue heard that had not gummes incense obtained their requests with a leauened Cake It vvas no fault to approch their Gods by what meanes they could And the most though meanest of things are made more precious when they are dedicated to Temples In that name therefore we most humbly consecrate to your H.H. these remaines of your seruant Shakespeare that what delight is in them may be euer your L.L. the reputation his the faults ours if any be committed by a payre so carefull to shew their gratitude both to the liuing and the dead as is Your Lordshippes most bounden IOHN HEMINGE HENRY CONDELL To the great Variety of Readers FRom the most able to him that can but spell There you are number'd We had rather you were weighd Especially when the fate of all Bookes depends vpon your capacities and not of your heads alone but of your purses Well! It is now publique you wil stand for your priuiledges wee know to read and censure Do so but buy it first That doth best commend a Booke the Stationer saies Then how odde soeuer your braines be or your wisedomes make your licence the same and spare not Iudge your sixe-pen'orth your shillings worth your fiue shillings worth at a time or higher so you rise to the iust rates and welcome But what euer you do Buy Censure will not driue a Trade or make the Iacke go And though you be a Magistrate of wit and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers or the Cock-pit to arraigne Playes dailie know these Playes haue had their triall alreadie and stood out all Appeales and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court then any purchas'd Letters of commendation It had bene a thing we confesse worthie to haue bene wished that the Author himselfe had liu'd to haue set forth and ouerseen his owne writings But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise and he by death departed from that right we pray you do not envie his Friends the office of their care and paine to haue collected publish'd them and so to haue publish'd them as where before you were abuâ—'d with diuerse stolne and surreptitious copies maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of iniurious impostors that expos'd them euen those are now offer'd to your view cur'd and perfect of their limbes and all the rest absolute in their numbers as he conceiued theÌ„ Who as he was a happie imitator of Nature was a most gentle expresser of it His mind and hand went together And what he thought he vttered with that easinesse that wee haue scarse receiued from him a blot in his papers But it is not our prouince who onely gather his works and giue them you to praise him It is yours that reade him And there we hope to your diuers capacities you will finde enough both to draw and hold you for his wit can no more lie hid then it could be lost Reade him therefore and againe and againe And if then you doe not like him surely you are in some manifest danger not to vnderstand him And so we leaue you to other of his Friends whom if you need can bee your guides if you neede them not you can leade your selues and others And such Readers we wish him Iohn Heminge Henrie Condell To the memory of my beloued The AVTHOR MR. VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND what he hath left vs. TO draw no enuy Shakespeare on thy name Am I thus ample to thy Booke and Fame While I confesse thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much 'T is true and all mens suffrage But these wayes Were not the paths I meant vnto thy praise For seeliest Ignorance on these may light Which when it sounds at best but eccho's right Or blinde Affection which doth ne're aduance The truth but gropes and vrgeth all by chance Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise And thinke to ruine where it seem'd to raise These are as some infamous Baud or Whore Should praise a Matron What could hurt her more But thou art proofe against them and indeed Aboue th' ill fortune of them or the need I therefore will begin Soule of the Age The applause delight the wonder of our Stage My Shakespeare rise I will not lodge
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
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
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
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
let me goe Bass I haue it ready for thee heere it is Por. He hath refus'd it in the open Court He shall haue meerly iustice and his bond Gra. A Daniel still say I a second Daniel I thanke thee Iew for teaching me that word Shy Shall I not haue barely my principall Por. Thou shalt haue nothihg but the forfeiture To be taken so at thy perill Iew. Shy Why then the Deuill giue him good of it I le stay no longer question Por. Tarry Iew The Law hath yet another hold on you It is enacted in the Lawes of Venice If it be proued against an Alien That by direct or indirect attempts He seeke the life of any Citizen The party gainst the which he doth contriue Shall seaze one halfe his goods the other halfe Comes to the priuie coffer of the State And the offenders life lies in the mercy Of the Duke onely gainst all other voice In which predicament I say thou standst For it appeares by manifest proceeding That indirectly and directly to Thou hast contriu'd against the very life Of the defendant and thou hast incur'd The danger formerly by me rehearst Downe therefore and beg mercy of the Duke Gra. Beg that thou maist haue leaue to hang thy selfe And yet thy wealth being forfeit to the state Thou hast not left the value of a cord Therefore thou must be hang'd at the slates charge Duk. That thou shalt see the difference of our spirit I pardon thee thy life before thou aske it For halfe thy wealth it is Anthonio's The other halfe comes to the generall state Which humblenesse may driue vnto a fine Por. I for the state not for Anthonio Shy Nay take my life and all pardon not that You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustaine my house you take my life When you doe take the meanes whereby I liue Por. What mercy can you render him Anthonio Gra. A halter gratis nothing else for Gods sake Ant. So please my Lord the Duke and all the Court To quit the fine for one halfe of his goods I am content so he will let me haue The other halfe in vse to render it Vpon his death vnto the Gentleman That lately stole his daughter Two things prouided more that for this fauour He presently become a Christian The other that he doe record a gift Heere in the Court of all he dies possest Vnto his sonne Lorenzo and his daughter Duk. He shall doe this or else I doe recant The pardon that I late pronounced heere Por. Art thou contented Iew what dost thou say Shy I am content Por. Clarke draw a deed of gift Shy I pray you giue me leaue to goe from hence I am not well send the deed after me And I will signe it Duke Get thee gone but doe it Gra. In christning thou shalt haue two godfathers Had I been iudge thou shouldst haue had ten more To bring thee to the gallowes not to the font Exit Du. Sir I intreat you with me home to dinner Por. I humbly doe desire your Grace of pardon I must away this night toward Padua And it is meere I presently set forth Duk. I am sorry that your leysure serues you not Anthonio gratifie this gentlemen For in my minde you are much bound to him Exit Duke and his traine Bass Most worthy gentlemen I and my friend Haue by your wisedome beene this day acquitted Of greeuous penalties in lie â— whereof Three thousand Ducats due vnto the Iew We freely cope your curteous paines withall An. And stand indebted ouer and aboue In loue and seruice to you euermore Por. He is well paid that is well satisfied And I deliuering you am satisfied And therein doe account my selfe well paid My minde was neuer yet more mercinarie I pray you know me when we meete againe I wish you well and so I take my leaue Bass Deare sir of force I must attempt you further Take some remembrance of vs as a tribute Not as fee grant me two things I pray you Not to denie me and to pardon me Por. You presse mee farre and therefore I will yeeld Giue me your gloues I le weare them for your sake And for your loue I le take this ring from you Doe not draw backe your hand I le take no more And you in loue shall not deny me this Bass This ring good sir alas it is a trifle I will not shame my selfe to giue you this Por. I wil haue nothing else but onely this And now methinkes I haue a minde to it Bas There 's more depends on this then on the valew The dearest ring in Venice will I giue you And finde it out by proclamation Onely for this I pray you pardon me Por. I see sir you are liberall in offers You taught me first to beg and now me thinkes You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd Bas Good sir this ring was giuen me by my wife And when she put it on she made me vow That I should neither soll nor giue nor lose it Por. That scuse serues many men to saue their gifts And if your wife be not a mad woman And know how well I haue deseru'd this ring Shee would not hold out enemy for euer For giuing it to me well peace be with you Exeunt Ant. My L. Bassanio let him haue the ring Let his deseruings and my loue withall Be valued against your wiues commandement Bass Goe Gratiano run and ouer-take him Giue him the ring and bring him if thou canst Vnto Anthonios house away make haste Exit Grati. Come you and I will thither presently And in the morning early will we both Flie toward Belmont come Anthonio Exeunt Enter Portia and Nerrissa Por. Enquire the Iewes house out giue him this deed And let him signe it wee 'll away to night And be a day before our husbands home This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo Enter Gratiano Gra. Faire sir you are well ore-tane My L. Bassanio vpon more aduice Hath sent you heere this ring and doth intreat Your company at dinner Por. That cannot be His ring I doe accept most thankfully And so I pray you tell him furthermore I pray you shew my youth old Shylockes house Gra. That will I doe Ner. Sir I would speake with you I le see if I can get my husbands ring Which I did make him sweare to keepe for euer Por. Thou maist I warrant we shal haue old swearing That they did giue the rings away to men But wee le out-face them and out-sweare them to Away make haste thou know'st where I will tarry Ner. Come good sir will you shew me to this house Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Lorenzo and Iessica Lor. The moone shines bright In such a night as this When the sweet winde did gently kisse the trees And they did make no nuyse in such a night Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian walls And sigh'd his soule toward the Grecian tents
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
or a Poulters Hare Prin. Well heere I am set Falst And heere I stand iudge my Masters Prin. Now Harry whence come you Falst My Noble Lord from East-cheape Prin. The complaints I heare of thee are grieuous Falst. Yfaith my Lord they are false Nay I le tickle ye for a young Prince Prin. Swearest thou vngracious Boy henceforth ne're looke on me thou art violently carryed away from Grace there is a Deuill haunts thee in the likenesse of a fat old Man a Tunne of Man is thy Companion Why do'st thou conuerse with that Trunke of Humors that Boulting-Hutch of Beastlinesse that swolne Parcell of Dropsies that huge Bombard of Sacke that stuft Cloake-bagge of Guts that rosted Manning Tree Oxe with the Pudding in his Belly that reuerend Vice that grey Iniquitie that Father Ruffian that Vanitie in yeeres wherein is he good but to taste Sacke and drinke it wherein neat and cleanly but to carue a Capon and eat it wherein Cunning but in Craft wherein Craftie but in Villanie wherein Villanous but in all things wherein worthy but in nothing Falst. I would your Grace would take me with you whom meanes your Grace Prince That villanous abhominable mis-leader of Youth Falstaffe that old white-bearded Sathan Falst. My Lord the man I know Prince I know thou do'st Falst. But to say I know more harme in him then in my selfe were to say more then I know That hee is olde the more the pittie his white hayres doe witnesse it but that hee is sauing your reuerence a Whore-master that I vtterly deny If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault Heauen helpe the Wicked if to be olde and merry be a sinne then many an olde Hoste that I know is damn'd if to be fat be to be hated then Pharaohs leane Kine are to be loued No my good Lord banish Peto banish Bardolph banish Poines but for sweete Iacke Falstaffe kinde Iacke Falstaffe true Iacke Falstaffe valiant Iacke Falstaffe and therefore more valiant being as hee is olde Iack Falstaffe banish not him thy Harryes companie banish not him thy Harryes companie banish plumpe Iacke and banish all the World Prince I doe I will Enter Bardolph running Bard. O my Lord my Lord the Sherife with a most most monstrous Watch is at the doore Falst Out you Rogue play out the Play I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstaffe Enter the Hostesse Hostesse O my Lord my Lord. Falst Heigh heigh the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle-sticke what 's the matter Hostesse The Sherife and all the Watch are at the doore they are come to search the House shall I let them in Falst Do'st thou heare Hal neuer call a true peece of Gold a Counterfeit thou art essentially made without seeming so Prince And thou a naturall Coward without instinct Falst I deny your Maior if you will deny the Sherife so if not let him enter If I become not a Cart as well as another man a plague on my bringing vp I hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter as another Prince Goe hide thee behinde the Arras the rest walke vp aboue Now my Masters for a true Face and good Conscience Falst Both which I haue had but their date is out and therefore I le hide me Exit Prince Call in the Sherife Enter Sherife and the Carrier Prince Now Master Sherife what is your will with mee She. First pardon me my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certaine men vnto this house Prince What men She. One of them is well knowne my gracious Lord a grosse fat man Car. As fat as Butter Prince The man I doe assure you is not heere For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him And Sherife I will engage my word to thee That I will by to morrow Dinner time Send him to answere thee or any man For any thing he shall be charg'd withall And so let me entreat you leaue the house She. I will my Lord there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes Prince It may be so if he haue robb'd these men He shall be answerable and so farewell She. Good Night my Noble Lord. Prince I thinke it is good Morrow is it not She. Indeede my Lord I thinke it be two a Clocke Exit Prince This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules goe call him forth Peto Falstaffe fast asleepe behinde the Arras and snorting like a Horse Prince Harke how hard he fetches breath search his Pockets He searcheth his Pockets and findeth certaine Papers Prince What hast thou found Peto Nothing but Papers my Lord. Prince Let 's see what be they reade them Peto Item a Capon ii s.ii.d Item Sawce iiii d Item Sacke two Gallons v. s.viii.d Item Anchoues and Sacke after Supper ii.s.vi.d. Item Bread ob Prince O monstrous but one halfe penny-worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke What there is else keepe close wee 'le reade it at more aduantage there let him sleepe till day I le to the Court in the Morning Wee must all to the Warres and thy place shall be honorable I le procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-score The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage Be with me betimes in the Morning and so good morrow Peto Peto Good morrow good my Lord. Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Hotspurre Worcester Lord Mortimer Owen Glendower Mort. These promises are faire the parties sure And our induction full of prosperous hope Hotsp Lord Mortimer and Cousin Glendower Will you sit downe And Vnckle Worcester a plague vpon it I haue forgot the Mappe Glend No here it is Sit Cousin Percy sit good Cousin Hotspurre For by that Name as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you His Cheekes looke pale and with a rising sigh He wisheth you in Heauen Hotsp And you in Hell as oft as he heares Owen Glendower spoke of Glend I cannot blame him At my Natiuitie The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes Of burning Cressets and at my Birth The frame and foundation of the Earth Shak'd like a Coward Hotsp Why so it would haue done at the same season if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd though your selfe had neuer beene borne Glend I say the Earth did shake when I was borne Hotsp And I say the Earth was not of my minde If you suppose as fearing you it shooke Glend The Heauens were all on fire the Earth did tremble Hotsp Oh then the Earth shooke To see the Heauens on fire And not in feare of your Natiuitie Diseased Nature oftentimes breakes forth In strange eruptions and the teeming Earth Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext By the imprisoning of vnruly Winde Within her Wombe which for enlargement striuing Shakes the old Beldame Earth and tombles downe Steeples and mosse-growne Towers At your Birth Our Grandam Earth hauing this distemperature In passion shooke Glend Cousin of many men I
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâ—e of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
He craues a parly at your Fathers house Willing you to demand your Hostages And they shall be immediately deliuered Goth. What saies our Generall Luc. Emillius let the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Father and my Vncle Marcus Flourish And we will come I march away Exeunt Enter Tamora and her two Sonnes disguised Tam. Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And say I am Reuenge sent from below To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs Knocke at his study where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his Enemies They knocke and Titus opens his study dore Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my sad decrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect You are deceiu'd for what I meane to do See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe And what is written shall be executed Tam. Titus I am come to talke with thee Tit. No not a word how can I grace my talke Wanting a hand to giue it action Thou hast the ods of me therefore no more Tam. If thou did'st know me Thou would'st talke with me Tit. I am not mad I know thee well enough Witnesse this wretched stump Witnesse these crimson lines Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care Witnesse the trying day and heauie night Witnesse all sorrow that I know thee well For our proud Empresse Mighty Tamora Is not thy comming for my other hand Tamo Know thou sad man I am not Tamora She is thy Enemie and I thy Friend I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light Conferre with me of Murder and of Death Ther 's not a hollow Caue or lurking place No Vast obscurity or Misty vale Where bloody Murther or detested Rape Can couch for feare but I will finde them out And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name Reuenge which makes the foule offenders quake Tit. Art thou Reuenge and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine Enemies Tam. I am therefore come downe and welcome me Tit. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge Stab them or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles And then I le come and be thy Waggoner And whirle along with thee about the Globes Prouide thee two proper Palfries as blacke as Iet To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away And finde out Murder in their guilty cares And when thy Car is loaden with their heads I will dismount and by the Waggon wheele Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long Euen from Eptons rising in the East Vntill his very downefall in the Sea And day by day I le do this heauy taske So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there Tam. These are my Ministers and come with me Tit. Are them thy Ministers what are they call'd Tam. Rape and Murder therefore called so Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Son they are And you the Empresse But we worldly men Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes Oh sweet Reuenge now do I come to thee And if one armes imbracement will content thee I will imbrace thee in it by and by Tam. This closing with him fits his Lunacie What ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke fits Do you vphold and maintaine in your speeches For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge And being Credulous in this mad thought I le make him send for Lucius his Sonne And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure I le find some cunning practise out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddle Gothes Or at the least make them his Enemies See heere he comes and I must play my theame Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne and all for thee Welcome dread Fury to my woofull house Rapine and Murther you are welcome too How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are Well are you fitted had you but a Moore Could not all hell afford you such a deuill For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags But in her company there is a Moore And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill But welcome as you are what shall we doe Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus Dem. Shew me a Murtherer I le deale with him Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape And I am sent to be reueng'd on him Tam. Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong And I le be reuenged on them all Tit. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome And when thou find'st a man that 's like thy selfe Good Murder stab him hee 's a Murtherer Goe thou with him and when it is thy hap To finde another that is like to thee Good Rapine stab him he is a Rauisher Go thou with them and in the Emperours Court There is a Queene attended by a Moore Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion For vp and downe she doth resemble thee I pray thee doe on them some violent death They haue bene violent to me and mine Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs this shall we do But would it please thee good Andronicus To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes And bid him come and Banquet at thy house When he is heere euen at thy Solemne Feast I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes The Emperour himselfe and all thy Foes And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneele And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart What saies Andronicus to this deuise Enter Marcus Tit. Marcus my Brother 't is sad Titus calls Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes Bid him repaire to me and bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are Tell him the Emperour and the Empresse too Feasts at my house and he shall Feast with them This do thou for my loue and so let him As he regards his aged Fathers life Mar. This will I do and soone returne againe Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse And take my Ministers along with me Tit. Nay nay let Rape and Murder stay with me Or els I le call my Brother backe againe And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius Tam. What say you Boyes will you bide with him Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour How I haue gouern'd our determined iest Yeeld to his Humour smooth and speake him faire And tarry with him till I turne againe Tit. I know them all though they suppose me mad And will ore-reach them in their owne
Peter Rom. Giue me that Mattocke the wrenching Iron Hold take this Letter early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father Giue me the light vpon thy life I charge thee What ere thou hear'st or seest stand all aloofe And do not interrupt me in my course Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my Ladies face But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious Ring a Ring that I must vse In deare employment therefore hence be gone But if thou iealous dost returne to prie In what I further shall intend to do By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are sauage wilde More fierce and more inexorable farre Then emptie Tygers or the roaring Sea Pet. I will be gone sir and not trouble you Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship take thou that Liue and be prosperous and farewell good fellow Pet. For all this faine I le hide me here about His lookes I feare and his intents I doubt Rom. Thou detestable mawe thou wombe of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open And in despight I le cram thee with more food Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague That murdred my Loues Cozin with which griefe It is supposed the faire Creature died And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies I will apprehend him Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague Can vengeance be pursued further then death Condemned vallaine I do apprehend thee Obey and go with me for thou must die Rom. I must indeed and therfore came I hither Good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man Flie hence and leaue me thinke vpon those gone Let them affright thee I beseech thee Youth Put not an other sin vpon my head By vrging me to furie O be gone By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe For I come hither arm'd against my selfe Stay not be gone liue and hereafter say A mad mans mercy bid thee run away Par. I do defie thy commisseration And apprehend thee for a Fellon here Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me Then haue at thee Boy Pet. O Lord they fight I will go call the Watch. Pa. O I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the Tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom. In faith I will let me peruse this face Mercutius kinsman Noble Countie Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not attend him as we rode I thinke He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet Said he not so Or did I dreame it so Or am I mad hearing him talke of Iuliet To thinke it was so O giue me thy hand One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke I le burie thee in a triumphant graue A Graue O no a Lanthorne slaughtred Youth For here lies Iuliet and her beautie makes This Vault a feasting presence full of light Death lie thou there by a dead man inter'd How oft when men are at the point of death Haue they beene merrie Which their Keepers call A lightning before death Oh how may I Call this a lightning O my Loue my Wife Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie Thou are not conquer'd Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips and in thy cheekes And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there Tybalt ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet O what more fauour can I do to thee Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine To sunder his that was thy enemie Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet Why art thou yet so faire I will beleeue Shall I beleeue that vnsubstantiall death is amorous And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes Thee here in darke to be his Paramour For feare of that I still will stay with thee And neuer from this Pallace of dym night Depart againe come lie thou in my armes Heere 's to thy health where ere thou tumblest in O true Appothecarie Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Depart againe here here will I remaine With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides O here Will I set vp my euerlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres From this world wearied flesh Eyes looke your last Armes take your last embrace And lips O you The doores of breath seale with a righteous kisse A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death Come bitter conduct come vnsauoury guide Thou desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing Rocks thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke Heere 's to my Loue. O true Appothecary Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Enter Frier with Lanthorne Crow and Spade Fri. St. Francis be my speed how oft to night Haue my old feet stumbled at graues Who 's there Man Here 's one a Friend one that knowes you well Fri. Blisse be vpon you Tell me good my Friend What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light To grubs and eyelesse Sculleâ— As I discerne It burneth in the Capels Monument Man It doth so holy sir And there 's my Master one that you loue Fri. Who is it Man Romeo Fri. How long hath he bin there Man Full halfe an houre Fri. Go with me to the Vault Man I dare not Sir My Master knowes not but I am gone hence And fearefully did menace me with death If I did stay to looke on his entents Fri. Stay then I le go alone feares comes vpon me O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing Man As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here I dreamt my maister and another fought And that my Maister slew him Fri. Romeo Alacke alacke what blood is this which staines The stony entrance of this Sepulcher What meane these Masterlesse and goarie Swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace Romeo oh pale who else what Paris too And steept in blood Ah what an vnknd houre Is guiltie of this lamentable chance The Lady stirs Iul. O comfortable Frier where 's my Lord I do remember well where I should be And there I am where is my Romeo Fri. I heare some noyse Lady come from that nest Of death contagion and vnnaturall sleepe A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our entents come come away Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead And Paris too come I le dispose of thee Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes Stay not to question for the watch is comming Come go good Iuliet I dare no longer stay Exit Iul. Go get thee hence for I will notuaway What 's here A cup clos'd in my true loâ—es hand Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle drinke all and lest no friendly drop To helpe me after I will kisse thy lips Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them To make me die wth a restoratiue Thy lips are warme Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead Boy which way Iul. Yea noise
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
I thinke you 'l neuer returne to tell one Post I tell thee Fellow there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going but such as winke and will not vse them Gao What an infinite mocke is this that a man shold haue the best vse of eyes to see the way of blindnesse I am sure hanging's the way of winking Enter a Messenger Mes Knocke off his Manacles bring your Prisoner to the King Post Thou bring'st good newes I am call'd to bee made free Gao I le be hang'd then Post Thou shalt be then freer then a Gaoler no bolt for the dead Gao Vnlesse a man would marry a Gallowes beget yong Gibbets I neuer saw one so prone yet on my Conscience there are verier Knaues desire to liue for all he be a Roman and there be some of them too that dye against their willes so should I if I were one I would we were all of one minde and one minde good O there were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses I speake against my present profit but my wish hath a preferment in 't Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cymboline Bellarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Lords Cym. Stand by my side you whom the Gods haue made Preseruers of my Throne woe is my heart That the poore Souldier that so richly fought Whose ragges sham'd gilded Armes whose naked brest Steptâ— before Taâ—ges of proofe cannot be found He shall be happy that can finde him if Our Grace can make him so Bel. I neuer saw Such Noble fury in so poore a Thing Such precious deeds in one that promist nought But beggery and poore lookes Cym. No tydings of him Pisa He hath bin search'd among the dead liuing But no trace of him Cym. To my greefe I am The heyre of his Reward which I will adde To you the Liuer Heart and Braine of Britaine By whom I grant she liues 'T is now the time To aske of whence you are Report it Bel. Sir In Cambria are we borne and Gentlemen Further to boast were neyther true nor modest Vnlesse I adde we are honest Cym. Bow your knees Arise my Knights o' th' Battell I create you Companions to our person and will fit you With Dignities becomming your estates Enter Cornelius and Ladies There 's businesse in these faces why so sadly Greet you our Victory you looke like Romaines And not o' th' Court of Britaine Corn. Hayle great King To sowre your happinesse I must report The Queene is dead Cym. Who worse then a Physitian Would this report become But I consider By Med'cine life may be prolong'd yet death Will seize the Doctor too How ended she Cor. With horror madly dying like her life Which being cruell to the world concluded Most cruell to her selfe What she confest I will report so please you These her Women Can trip me if I erre who with wet cheekes Were present when she finish'd Cym. Prythee say Cor. First she confest she neuer lou'd you onely Affected Greatnesse got by you not you Married your Royalty was wife to your place Abhorr'd your person Cym. She alone knew this And but she spoke it dying I would not Beleeue her lips in opening it Proceed Corn. Your daughter whom she bore in hand to loue With such integrity she did confesse Was as a Scorpion to her sight whose life But that her flight preuented it she had Tane off by poyson Cym. O most delicate Fiend Who is' t can reade a Woman Is there more Corn. More Sir and worse She did confesse she had For you a mortall Minerall which being tooke Should by the minute feede on life and ling'ring By inches waste you In which time she purpos'd By watching weeping tendance kissing to Orecome you with her shew and in time When she had fitted you with her craft to worke Her Sonne into th' adoption of the Crowne But fayling of her end by his strange absence Grew shamelesse desperate open'd in despight Of Heauen and Men her purposes repented The euils she hatch'd were not effected so Dispayring dyed Cym. Heard you all this her Women La. We did so please your Highnesse Cym. Mine eyes Were not in fault for she was beautifull Mine eares that heare her flattery nor my heart That thought her like her seeming It had beene vicious To haue mistrusted her yet Oh my Daughter That it was folly in me thou mayst say And proue it in thy feeling Heauen mend all Enter Lucius Iachimo and other Roman prisoners Leonatus behind and Imogen Thou comm'st not Caius now for Tribute that The Britaines haue rac'd out though with the losse Of many a bold one whose Kinsmen haue made suite That their good soules may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their Captiues which our selfe haue granted So thinke of your estate Luc. Consider Sir the chance of Warre the day Was yours by accident had it gone with vs We should not when the blood was cool haue threatend Our Prisoners with the Sword But since the Gods Will haue it thus that nothing but our liues May be call'd ransome let it come Sufficeth A Roman with a Romans heart can suffer Augustus liues to thinke on 't and so much For my peculiar care This one thing onely I will entreate my Boy a Britaine borne Let him be ransom'd Neuer Master had A Page so kinde so duteous diligent So tender ouer his occasions true So feate so Nurse-like let his vertue ioyne With my request which I le make bold your Highnesse Cannot deny he hath done no Britaine harme Though he haue seru'd a Roman Saue him Sir And spare no blood beside Cym. I haue surely seene him His fauour is familiar to me Boy Thou hast look'd thy selfe into my grace And art mine owne I know not why wherefore To say liue boy ne're thanke thy Master liue And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt Fitting my bounty and thy state I le giue it Yea though thou do demand a Prisoner The Noblest tane Imo. I humbly thanke your Highnesse Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life good Lad And yeâ— I know thou wilt Imo. No no alacke There 's other worke in hand I see a thing Bitter to me as death your life good Master Must shuffle for it selfe Luc. The Boy disdaines me He leaues me scornes me briefely dye their ioyes That place them on the truth of Gyrles and Boyes Why stands he so perplext Cym. What would'st thou Boy I loue thee more and more thinke more and more What 's best to aske Know'st him thou look'st on speak Wilt haue him liue Is he thy Kin thy Friend Imo. He is a Romane no more kin to me Then I to your Highnesse who being born your vassaile Am something neerer Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so Imo. I le tell you Sir in priuate if you please To giue me hearing Cym. I with all my heart And lend my best attention What 's thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Cym. Thou' rt my good youth my Page I le be
North. Sorrow and griefe of heart Makes him speake fondly like a frantick man Yet he is come Bull. Stand all apart And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie My gracious Lord. Rich. Faire Cousin You debase your Princely Knee To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it Me rather had my Heart might feele your Loue Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie Vp Cousin vp your Heart is vp I know Thus high at least although your Knee below Bull. My gracious Lord I come but for mine owne Rich. Your owne is yours and I am yours and all Bull. So farre be mine my most redoubted Lord As my true seruice shall deserue your loue Rich. Well you deseru'd They well deserue to haue That know the strong'st and surest way to get Vnckle giue me your Hand nay drie your Eyes Teares shew their Loue but want their Remedies Cousin I am too young to be your Father Though you are old enough to be my Heire What you will haue I le giue and willing to For doe we must what force will haue vs doe Set on towards London Cousin is it so Bull. Yea my good Lord. Rich. Then I must not say no. Flourish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Queene and two Ladies Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden To driue away the heauie thought of Care La. Madame wee 'le play at Bowles Qu. 'T will make me thinke the World is full of Rubs And that my fortune runnes against the Byas La. Madame wee 'le Dance Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe Therefore no Dancing Girle some other sport La. Madame wee 'le tell Tales Qu. Of Sorrow or of Griefe La. Of eyther Madame Qu. Of neyther Girle For if of Ioy being altogether wanting It doth remember me the more of Sorrow Or if of Griefe being altogether had It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy For what I haue I need not to repeat And what I want it bootes not to complaine La. Madame I le sing Qu. 'T is well that thou hast cause But thou should'st please me better would'st thou weepe La. I could weepe Madame would it doe you good Qu. And I could sing would weeping doe me good And neuer borrow any Teare of thee Enter a Gardiner and two Seruants But stay here comes the Gardiners Let 's step into the shadow of these Trees My wretchednesse vnto a Rowe of Pinnes They 'le talke of State for euery one doth so Against a Change Woe is fore-runne with Woe Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks Which like vnruly Children make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight Giue some supportance to the bending twigges Goe thou and like an Executioner Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth All must be euen in our Gouernment You thus imploy'd I will goe root away The noysome Weedes that without profit sucke The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers Ser. Why should we in the compasse of a Pale Keepe Law and Forme and due Proportion Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate When our Sea-walled Garden the whole Land Is full of Weedes her fairest Flowers choakt vp Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd her Hedges ruin'd Her Knots disorder'd and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers Gard. Hold thy peace He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter That seem'd in eating him to hold him vp Are pull'd vp Root and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene. Ser. What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King Oh what pitty is it that he had not so trim'd And drest his Land as we this Garden at time of yeare And wound the Barke the skin of our Fruit-trees Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood With too much riches it confound it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liu'd to beare and he to taste Their fruites of dutie Superfluous branches We lop away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the Crowne Which waste and idle houres hath quite thrown downe Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd Gar. Deprest he is already and depos'd 'T is doubted he will be Letters came last night To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes That tell blacke tydings Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this Garden How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing newes What Eue what Serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why do'st thou say King Richard is depos'd Dar'st thou thou little better thing then earth Diuine his downfall Say where when and how Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings Speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam Little ioy haue I To breath these newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke their Fortunes both are weigh'd In your Lords Scale is nothing but himselfe And some few Vanities that make him light But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English Peeres And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe Poste you to London and you 'l finde it so I speake no more then euery one doth know Qu. Nimble mischance that art so light of foote Doth not thy Embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou think'st To serue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast Come Ladies goe To meet at London Londons King in woe What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke Gard'ner for telling me this newes of woe I would the Plants thou graft'st may neuer grow Exit G Poore Queen so that thy State might be no worse I would my skill were subiect to thy curse Heere did she drop a teare heere in this place I le set a Banke of Rew sowre Herbe of Grace Rue eu'n for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter as to the Parliament Bullingbrooke Aumerle Northumberland Percie Fitz-Water Surroy Carlile Abbot of Westminster Herauld Officers and Bagot Bullingbrooke Call forth Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy minde What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death Who wrought it with the King and who perform'd The bloody Office of his Timelesse end Bag. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bul. Cosin stand forth and looke vpon that man Bag. My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay what it hath once deliuer'd In that dead time when Glousters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis to my
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differēces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say