Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
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
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
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
renouncement an imortall spirit And to be talk'd with in sincerity As with a Saint Isa You doe blaspheme the good in mocking me Luc. Doe not beleeue it fewnes and truth t is thus Your brother and his louer haue embrac'd As those that feed grow full as blossoming Time That from the seednes the bare fallow brings To teeming foyson euen so her plenteous wombe Expresseth his full Tilth and husbandry Isa Some one with childe by him my cosen Iuliet Luc. Is she your cosen Isa Adoptedly as schoole-maids change their names By vaine though apt affection Luc. She it is Isa Oh let him marry her Luc. This is the point The Duke is very strangely gone from hence Bore many gentlemen my selfe being one In hand and hope of action but we doe learne By those that know the very Nerues of State His giuing-out were of an infinite distance From his true meant designe vpon his place And with full line of his authority Gouernes Lord Angelo A man whose blood Is very snow-broth one who neuer feeles The wanton stings and motions of the sence But doth rebate and blunt his naturall edge With profits of the minde Studie and fast He to giue feare to vse and libertie Which haue for long run-by the hideous law As Myce by Lyons hath pickt out an act Vnder whose heauy sence your brothers life Fals into forfeit he arrests him on it And followes close the rigor of the Statute To make him an example all hope is gone Vnlesse you haue the grace by your faire praier To soften Angelo And that 's my pith of businesse 'Twixt you and your poore brother Isa Doth he so Seeke his life Luc. Has censur'd him already And as I heare the Prouost hath a warrant For 's execution Isa Alas what poore Abilitie's in me to doe him good Luc. Assay the powre you haue Isa My power alas I doubt Luc. Our doubts are traitors And makes vs loose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt Goe to Lord Angelo And let him learne to know when Maidens sue Men giue like gods but when they weepe and kneele All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselues would owe them Isa I le see what I can doe Luc. But speedily Isa I will about it strait No longer staying but to giue the Mother Notice of my affaire I humbly thanke you Commend me to my brother soone at night I le send him certaine word of my successe Luc. I take my leaue of you Isa Good sir adieu Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Angelo Escalus and seruants Iustice Ang. We must not make a scar-crow of the Law Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey And let it keepe one shape till custome make it Their pearch and not their terror Esc I but yet Let vs be keene and rather cut a little Then fall and bruise to death alas this gentleman Whom I would saue had a most noble father Let but your honour know Whom I beleeue to be most strait in vertue That in the working of your owne affections Had time coheard with Place or place with wishing Or that the resolute acting of our blood Could haue attained th' effect of your owne purpose Whether you had not sometime in your life Er'd in this point which now you censure him And puld the Law vpon you Ang. 'T is one thing to be tempted Escalus Another thing to fall I not deny The Iury passing on the Prisoners life May in the sworne-twelue haue a thiefe or two Guiltier then him they try what 's open made to Iustice That Iustice ceizes What knowes the Lawes That theeues do passe on theeues 'T is very pregnant The Iewell that we finde we stoope and take 't Because we see it but what we doe not see We tread vpon and neuer thinke of it You may not so extenuate his offence For I haue had such faults but rather tell me When I that censure him do so offend Let mine owne Iudgement patterne out my death And nothing come in partiall Sir he must dye Enter Prouost Esc Be it as your wisedome will Ang. Where is the Prouost Pro. Here if it like your honour Ang. See that Claudio Be executed by nine to morrow morning Bring him his Confessor let him be prepar'd For that 's the vtmost of his pilgrimage Esc Well heauen forgiue him and forgiue vs all Some rise by sinne and some by vertue fall Some run from brakes of Ice and answere none And some condemned for a fault alone Enter Elbow Froth Clowne Officers Elb. Come bring them away if these be good people in a Common-weale that doe nothing but vse their abuses in common houses I know no law bring them away Ang. How now Sir what 's your name And what 's the matter Elb. If it please your honour I am the poore Dukes Constable and my name is Elbow I doe leane vpon Iustice Sir and doe bring in here before your good honor two notorious Benefactors Ang. Benefactors Well What Benefactors are they Are they not Malefactors Elb. If it please your honour I know not well what they are But precise villaines they are that I am sure of and void of all prophanation in the world that good Christians ought to haue Esc This comes off well here 's a wise Officer Ang. Goe to What quality are they of Elbow is your name Why do'st thou not speake Elbow Clo. He cannot Sir he 's out at Elbow Ang. What are you Sir Elb. He Sir a Tapster Sir parcell Baud one that serues a bad woman whose house Sir was as they say pluckt downe in the Suborbs and now shee professes a hot-house which I thinke is a very ill house too Esc How know you that Elb. My wife Sir whom I detest before heauen and your honour Esc How thy wife Elb. I Sir whom I thanke heauen is an honest woman Esc Do'st thou detest her therefore Elb. I say sir I will detest my selfe also as well as she that this house if it be not a Bauds house it is pitty of her life for it is a naughty house Esc How do'st thou know that Constable Elb. Marry sir by my wife who if she had bin a woman Cardinally giuen might haue bin accus'd in fornication adultery and all vncleanlinesse there Esc By the womans meanes Elb. I sir by Mistris Ouer-dons meanes but as she spit in his face so she defide him Clo. Sir if it please your honor this is not so Elb. Proue it before these varlets here thou honorable man proue it Esc Doe you heare how he misplaces Clo. Sir she came in great with childe and longing sauing your honors reuerence for stewd prewyns sir we had but two in the house which at that very distant time stood as it were in a fruit dish a dish of some three pence your honours haue seene such dishes they are not China-dishes but very good dishes Esc Go too go too no matter for the dish
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
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
Piramus and Thisbie Did whisper often very secretly This loame this rough-cast and this stone doth shew That I am that same Wall the truth is so And this the cranny is right and sinister Through which the fearefull Louers are to whisper Thes Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake better Deme. It is the vvittiest partition that euer I heard discourse my Lord. Thes Pyramus drawes neere the Wall silence Enter Pyramus Pir. O grim lookt night ô night with hue so blacke O night which euer art when day is not O night ô night alacke alacke alacke I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot And thou ô vvall thou sweet and louely vvall That stands betweene her fathers ground and mine Thou vvall ô vvall ô sweet and louely vvall Shew me thy chinke to blinke through vvith mine eine Thankes courteous vvall Ioue shield thee vvell for this But vvhat see I No Thisbie doe I see O vvicked vvall through vvhom I see no blisse Curst be thy stones for thus deceiuing mee Thes The vvall me-thinkes being sensible should curse againe Pir. No in truth sir he should not Deceiuing me Is Thisbies cue she is to enter and I am to spy Her through the vvall You shall see it vvill fall Enter Thisbie Pat as I told you yonder she comes This O vvall full often hast thou heard my mones For parting my faire Piramus and me My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones Thy stones vvith Lime and Haire knit vp in thee Pyra I see a voyce now vvill I to the chinke To spy and I can heare my Thisbies face Thisbie This My Loue thou art my Loue I thinke Pir. Thinke vvhat thou vvilt I am thy Louers grace And like Limander am I trusty still This And like Helen till the Fates me kill Pir. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true This As Shafalus to Procrus I to you Pir. O kisse me through the hole of this vile wall This I kisse the wals hole not your lips at all Pir. Wilt thou at Ninnies tombe meete me straight way This Tide life tide death I come without delay Wall Thus haue I Wall my part discharged so And being done thus Wall away doth go Exit Clow. Du. Now is the morall downe betweene the two Neighbors Dem. No remedie my Lord when Wals are so wilfull to heare without vvarning Dut. This is the silliest stuffe that ere I heard Du. The best in this kind are but shadowes and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them Dut. It must be your imagination then not theirs Duk. If wee imagine no worse of them then they of themselues they may passe for excellent men Here com two noble beasts in a man and a Lion Enter Lyon and Moone-shine Lyon You Ladies you whose gentle harts do feare The smallest monstrous mouse that creepes on floore May now perchance both quake and tremble heere When Lion rough in wildest rage doth roare Then know that I one Snug the Ioyner am A Lion fell nor else no Lions dam For if I should as Lion come in strife Into this place 't were pittie of my life Du. A verie gentle beast and of a good conscience Dem. The verie best at a beast my Lord y t ere I saw Lis This Lion is a verie Fox for his valor Du. True and a Goose for his discretion Dem. Not so my Lord for his valor cannot carrie his discretion and the Fox carries the Goose Du. His discretion I am sure cannot carrie his valor for the Goose carries not the Fox It is well leaue it to his discretion and let vs hearken to the Moone Moon This Lanthorne doth the horned Moone present De. He should haue worne the hornes on his head Du. Hee is no crescent and his hornes are inuisible within the circumference Moon This lanthorne doth the horned Moone present My selfe the man i' th Moone doth seeme to be Du. This is the greatest error of all the rest the man should be put into the Lanthorne How is it els the man i' th Moone Dem. He dares not come there for the candle For you see it is already in snuffe Dut. I am vvearie of this Moone vvould he would change Du. It appeares by his smal light of discretion that he is in the wane but yet in courtesie in all reason vve must stay the time Lys Proceed Moone Moon All that I haue to say is to tell you that the Lanthorne is the Moone I the man in the Moone this thorne bush my thorne bush and this dog my dog Dem. Why all these should be in the Lanthorne for they are in the Moone But silence heere comes Thisby Enter Thisby This This is old Ninnies tombe where is my loue Lyon Oh. The Lion roares Thisby runs off Dem. Well roar'd Lion Du. Well run Thisby Dut. Well shone Moone Truly the Moone shines with a good grace Du. Wel mouz'd Lion Dem. And then came Piramus Lys And so the Lion vanisht Enter Piramus Pyr. Sweet Moone I thank thee for thy sunny beames I thanke thee Moone for shining now so bright For by thy gracious golden glittering beames I trust to taste of truest Thisbies sight But stay O spight but marke poore Knight What dreadful dole is heere Eyes do you see How can it be O dainty Ducke O Deere Thy mantle good what staind with blood Approch you Furies fell O Fates come come Cut thred and thrum Quaile crush conclude and quell Du. This passion and the death of a deare friend Would go neere to make a man looke sad Dut. Beshrew my heart but I pittie the man Pir. O wherefore Nature did'st thou Lions frame Since Lion vilde hath heere deflour'd my deere Which is no no which was the fairest Dame That liu'd that lou'd that lik'd that look'd with cheere Come teares confound Out sword and wound The pap of Piramus I that left pap where heart doth hop Thus dye I thus thus thus Now am I dead now am I fled my soule is in the sky Tongue lose thy light Moone take thy flight Now dye dye dye dye dye Dem. No Die but an ace for him for he is but one Lis Lesse then an ace man For he is dead he is nothing Du. With the helpe of a Surgeon he might yet recouer and proue an Asse Dut. How chance Moone-shine is gone before Thisby comes backe and findes her Louer Enter Thisby Duke She wil finde him by starre-light Heere she comes and her passion ends the play Dut. Me thinkes shee should not vse a long one for such a Piramus I hope she will be breefe Dem. A Moth wil turne the ballance which Piramus which Thisby is the better Lys She hath spyed him already with those sweete eyes Dem. And thus she meanes videlicit This. Asleepe my Loue What dead my Doue O Piramus arise Speake Speake Quite dumbe Dead dead A tombe Must couer thy sweet eyes These Lilly Lips this cherry nose These yellow Cowslip cheekes Are gone are gone Louers
takes 'T is mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned Monarch better then his Crowne His Scepter shewes the force of temporall power The attribute to awe and Maiestie Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings But mercy is aboue this sceptred sway It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings It is an attribute to God himselfe And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods When mercie seasons Iustice Therefore Iew Though Iustice be thy plea consider this That in the course of Iustice none of vs Should see saluation we do pray for mercie And that same prayer doth teach vs all to render The deeds of mercie I haue spoke thus much To mittigate the iustice of thy plea Which if thou follow this strict course of Venice Must needes giue sentence ' gainst the Merchant there Shy My deeds vpon my head I craue the Law The penaltie and forfeite of my bond Por. Is he not able to discharge the money Bas Yes heere I tender it for him in the Court Yea twice the summe if that will not suffice I will be bound to pay it ten times ore On forfeit of my hands my head my heart If this will not suffice it must appeare That malice beares downe truth And I beseech you Wrest once the Law to your authority To do a great right do a little wrong And curbe this cruell diuell of his will Por. It must not be there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established 'T will be recorded for a President And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state It cannot be Iew. A Daniel come to iudgement yea a Daniel O wise young Iudge how do I honour thee Por. I pray you let me looke vpon the bond Iew. Heere 't is most reuerend Doctor heere it is Por. Shylocke there 's thrice thy monie offered thee Shy An oath an oath I haue an oath in heauen Shall I lay periurie vpon my soule No not for Venice Por. Why this bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Iew may claime A pound of flesh to be by him cut off Neerest the Merchants heart be mercifull Take thrice thy money bid me teare the bond Iew. When it is paid according to the tenure It doth appeare you are a worthy Iudge you know the Law your exposition Hath beene most sound I charge you by the Law Whereof you are a well-deseruing pillar Proceede to iudgement By my soule I sweare There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me I stay heere on my bond An. Most heartily I do beseech the Court To giue the iudgement Por. Why then thus it is you must prepare your bosome for his knife Iew. O noble Iudge O excellent yong man Por. For the intent and purpose of the Law Hath full relation to the penaltie Which heere appeareth due vpon the bond Iew. 'T is verie true O wise and vpright Iudge How much more elder art thou then thy lookes Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome Iew. I his brest So sayes the bond doth it not noble Iudge Neerest his heart those are the very words Por. It is so Are there ballance heere to weigh the flesh Iew. I haue them ready Por. Haue by some Surgeon Shylock on your charge To stop his wounds least he should bleede to death Iew. It is not nominated in the bond Por. It is not so exprest but what of that 'T were good you do so much for charitie Iew. I cannot finde it 't is not in the bond Por. Come Merchant haue you any thing to say Ant. But little I am arm'd and well prepar'd Giue me your hand Bassanio fare you well Greeue not that I am falne to this for you For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde Then is her custome It is still her vse To let the wretched man out-liue his wealth To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of pouerty From which lingring penance Of such miserie doth she cut me off Commend me to your honourable Wife Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end Say how I lou'd you speake me faire in death And when the tale is told bid her be iudge Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue Repent not you that you shall loose your friend And he repents not that he payes your debt For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough I le pay it instantly with all my heart Bas Anthonio I am married to a wife Which is as deere to me as life it selfe But life it selfe my wife and all the world Are not with me esteem'd aboue thy life I would loose all I sacrifice them all Heere to this deuill to deliuer you Por. Your wife would giue you little thanks for that If she were by to heare you make the offer Gra. I haue a wife whom I protest I loue I would she were in heauen so she could Intreat some power to change this currish Iew. Ner. 'T is well you offer it behinde her backe The wish would make else an vnquiet house Iew. These be the Christian husbands I haue a daughter Would any of the stocke of Barrabas Had beene her husband rather then a Christian We trifle time I pray thee pursue sentence Por. A pound of that same marchants flesh is thine The Court awards it and the law doth giue it Iew. Most rightfull Iudge Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast The Law allowes it and the Court awards it Iew. Most learned Iudge a sentence come prepare Por. Tarry a little there is something else This bond doth giue thee heere no iot of bloud The words expresly are a pound of flesh Then take thy bond take thou thy pound of flesh But in the cutting it if thou dost shed One drop of Christian bloud thy lands and goods Are by the Lawes of Venice confiscate Vnto the state of Venice Gra. O vpright Iudge Marke Iew ô learned Iudge Shy Is that the law Por. Thy selfe shalt see the Act For as thou vrgest iustice be assur'd Thou shalt haue iustice more then thou desirest Gra. O learned Iudge mark Iew a learned Iudge Iew. I take this offer then pay the bond thrice And let the Christian goe Bass Heere is the money Por. Soft the Iew shall haue all iustice soft no haste He shall haue nothing but the penalty Gra. O Iew an vpright Iudge a learned Iudge Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh Shed thou no bloud nor cut thou lesse nor more But iust a pound of flesh if thou tak'st more Or lesse then a iust pound be it so much As makes it light or heauy in the substance Or the deuision of the twentieth part Of one poore scruple nay if the scale doe turne But in the estimation of a hayre Thou diest and all thy goods are confiscate Gra A second Daniel a Daniel Iew Now infidell I haue thee on the hip Por. Why doth the Iew pause take thy forfeiture Shy Giue me my principall and
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
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
good Deeds for a neuer broke any mans Head but his owne and that was against a Post when he was drunke They will steale any thing and call it Purchase Bardolph stole a Lute-case bore it twelue Leagues and sold it for three halfepence Nim and Bardolph are sworne Brothers in filching and in Callice they stole a fire-shouell I knew by that peece of Seruice the men would carry Coales They would haue me as familiar with mens Pockets as their Gloues or their Hand-kerchers which makes much against my Manhood if I should take from anothers Pocket to put into mine for it is plaine pocketting vp of Wrongs I must leaue them and seeke some better Seruice their Villany goes against my weake stomacke and therefore I must cast it vp Exit Enter Gower Gower Captaine Fluellen you must come presently to the Mynes the Duke of Gloucester would speake with you Flu. To the Mynes Tell you the Duke it is not so good to come to the Mynes for looke you the Mynes is not according to the disciplines of the Warre the concauities of it is not sufficient for looke you th' athuersarie you may discusse vnto the Duke looke you is digt himselfe foure yard vnder the Countermines by Cheshu I thinke a will plowe vp all if there is not better directions Gower The Duke of Gloucester to whom the Order of the Siege is giuen is altogether directed by an Irish man a very valiant Gentleman yfaith Welch It is Captaine Makmorrice is it not Gower I thinke it be Welch By Cheshu he is an Asse as in the World I will verifie as much in his Beard he ha's no more directions in the true disciplines of the Warres looke you of the Roman disciplines then is a Puppy-dog Enter Makmorrice and Captaine Iamy Gower Here a comes and the Scots Captaine Captaine Iamy with him Welch Captaine Iamy is a maruellous falorous Gentleman that is certain and of great expedition and knowledge in th' aunchiant Warres vpon my particular knowledge of his directions by Cheshu he will maintaine his Argument as well as any Militarie man in the World in the disciplines of the Pristine Warres of the Romans Scot. I say gudday Captaine Fluellen Welch Godden to your Worship good Captaine Iames. Gower How now Captaine Mackmorrice haue you quit the Mynes haue the Pioners giuen o're Irish By Chrish Law tish ill done the Worke ish giue ouer the Trompet sound the Retreat By my Hand I sweare and my fathers Soule the Worke ish ill done it ish giue ouer I would haue blowed vp the Towne so Chrish saue me law in an houre O tish ill done tish ill done by my Hand tish ill done Welch Captaine Mackmorrice I beseech you now will you voutsafe me looke you a few disputations with you as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the Warre the Roman Warres in the way of Argument looke you and friendly communication partly to satisfie my Opinion and partly for the satisfaction looke you of my Mind as touching the direction of the Militarie discipline that is the Point Scot. It fall be vary gud gud feith gud Captens bath and I fall quit you with gud leue as I may pick occasion that fall I mary Irish It is no time to discourse so Chrish saue me the day is hot and the Weather and the Warres and the King and the Dukes it is no time to discourse the Town is beseech'd and the Trumpet call vs to the breech and we talke and be Chrish do nothing t is shame for vs all so God sa'me tis shame to stand still it is shame by my hand and there is Throats to be cut and Workes to be done and there ish nothing done so Christ sa'me law Scot. By the Mes ere theise eyes of mine take themselues to slomber ayle de gud seruice or I le ligge i' th' grund for it ay or goe to death and I le pay 't as valorously as I may that fal I suerly do that is the breff and the long mary I wad full faine heard some question tween you tway Welch Captaine Mackmorrice I thinke looke you vnder your correction there is not many of your Nation Irish Of my Nation What ish my Nation Ish a Villaine and a Basterd and a Knaue and a Rascall What ish my Nation Who talkes of my Nation Welch Looke you if you take the matter otherwise then is meant Captaine Mackmorrice peraduenture I shall thinke you doe not vse me with that affabilitie as in discretion you ought to vse me looke you being as good a man as your selfe both in the disciplines of Warre and in the deriuation of my Birth and in other particularities Irish I doe not know you so good a man as my selfe so Chrish saue me I will cut off your Head Gower Gentlemen both you will mistake each other Scot. A that 's a foule fault A Parley Gower The Towne sounds a Parley Welch Captaine Mackmorrice when there is more better oportunitie to be required looke you I will be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of Warre and there is an end Exit Enter the King and all his Traine before the Gates King How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne This is the latest Parle we will admit Therefore to our best mercy giue your selues Or like to men prowd of destruction Defie vs to our worst for as I am a Souldier A Name that in my thoughts becomes me best If I begin the batt'rie once againe I will not leaue the halfe-atchieued Harflew Till in her ashes she lye buryed The Gates of Mercy shall be all shut vp And the flesh'd Souldier rough and hard of heart In libertie of bloody hand shall raunge With Conscience wide as Hell mowing like Grasse Your fresh faire Virgins and your flowring Infants What is it then to me if impious Warre Arrayed in flames like to the Prince of Fiends Doe with his smyrcht complexion all fell feats Enlynckt to wast and desolation What is' t to me when you your selues are cause If your pure Maydens fall into the hand Of hot and forcing Violation What Reyne can hold licentious Wickednesse When downe the Hill he holds his fierce Carriere We may as bootlesse spend our vaine Command Vpon th' enraged Souldiers in their spoyle As send Precepts to the Leuiathan to come ashore Therefore you men of Harflew Take pitty of your Towne and of your People Whiles yet my Souldiers are in my Command Whiles yet the coole and temperate Wind of Grace O're-blowes the filthy and contagious Clouds Of headly Murther Spoyle and Villany If not why in a moment looke to see The blind and bloody Souldier with foule hand Desire the Locks of your shrill-shriking Daughters Your Fathers taken by the siluer Beards And their most reuerend Heads dasht to the Walls Your naked Infants spitted vpon Pykes Whiles the mad Mothers with their howles confus'd Doe breake the Clouds as did the Wiues of Iewry At Herods bloody-hunting
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
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
yet distinctly raunges In heapes and piles of Ruine Scici This deserues Death Brut. Or let vs stand to our Authoritie Or let vs lose it we doe here pronounce Vpon the part o' th' People in whose power We were elected theirs Martius is worthy Of present Death Scici Therefore lay hold of him Beare him toth ' Rock Tarpeian and from thence Into destruction cast him Brut. Aediles seize him All Ple. Yeeld Martius yeeld Mene. Heare me one word ' beseech you Tribunes heare me but a word Aediles Peace peace Mene. Be that you seeme truly your Countries friend And tempâ—rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redresse Brut. Sir those cold wayes That seeme like prudent helpes are very poysonous Where the Disease is violent Lay hands vpon him And beare him to the Rock Corio drawes his Sword Corio No I le die here There 's some among you haue beheld me fighting Come trie vpon your selues what you haue seene me Mene. Downe with that Sword Tribunes withdraw a while Brut. Lay hands vpon him Mene. Helpe Martius helpe you that be noble helpe him young and old All. Downe with him downe with him Exeunt In this Mutinie the Tribunes the Aediles and the People are beat in Mene. Goe get you to our House be gone away All will be naught else 2. Sena Get you gone Com. Stand fast we haue as many friends as enemies Mene. Shall it be put to that Sena The Gods forbid I prythee noble friend home to thy House Leaue vs to cure this Cause Mene. For 't is a Sore vpon vs You cannot Tent your selfe be gone ' beseech you Corio Come Sir along with vs. Mene. I would they were Barbarians as they are Though in Rome litter'd not Romans as they are not Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitoll Be gone put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue One time will owe another Corio On faire ground I could beat fortie of them Mene. I could my selfe take vp a Brace o' th' best of them yea the two Tribunes Com. But now 't is oddes beyond Arithmetick And Manhood is call'd Foolerie when it stands Against a falling Fabrick Will you hence Before the Tagge returne whose Rage doth rend Like interrupted Waters and o're-beare What they are vs'd to beare Mene. Pray you be gone I le trie whether my old Wit be in request With those that haue but little this must be patcht With Cloth of any Colour Com. Nay come away Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius Patri This man ha's marr'd his fortune Mene. His nature is too noble for the World He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident Or Ioue for 's power to Thunder his Heart 's his Mouth What his Brest forges that his Tongue must vent And being angry does forget that euer He heard the Name of Death A Noise within Here 's goodly worke Patri I would they were a bed Mene. I would they were in Tyber What the vengeance could he not speake 'em faire Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble againe Sicin Where is this Viper That would depopulate the city be euery man himself Mene. You worthy Tribunes Sicin He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands he hath resisted Law And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall Then the seuerity of the publike Power Which he so sets at naught 1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths and we their hands All. He shall sure out Mene. Sir sir Sicin Peace Me. Do not cry hauocke where you shold but hunt With modest warrant Sicin Sir how com'st that you haue holpe To make this rescue Mene. Heere me speake As I do know The Consuls worthinesse so can I name his Faults Sicin Consull what Consull Mene. The Consull Coriolanus Bru. He Consull All. No no no no no. Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue And yours good people I may be heard I would craue a word or two The which shall turne you to no further harme Then so much losse of time Sic. Speake breefely then For we are peremptory to dispatch This Viporous Traitor to eiect him hence Were but one danger and to keepe him heere Our certaine death therefore it is decreed He dyes to night Menen Now the good Gods forbid That our renowned Rome whose gratitude Towards her deserued Children is enroll'd In Ioues owne Booke like an vnnaturall Dam Should now eate vp her owne Sicin He 's a Disease that must be cut away Mene. Oh he 's a Limbe that ha's but a Disease Mortall to cut it off to cure it easie What ha's he done to Rome that 's worthy death Killing our Enemies the blood he hath lost Which I dare vouch is more then that he hath By many an Ounce he dropp'd it for his Country And what is left to loose it by his Countrey Were to vs all that doo 't and suffer it A brand to th' end a ' th World Sicin This is cleane kamme Brut. Meerely awry When he did loue his Country it honour'd him Menen The seruice of the foote Being once gangren'd is not then respected For what before it was Bru. Wee 'l heare no more Pursue him to his house and plucke him thence Least his infection being of catching nature Spred further Menen One word more one word This Tiger-footed-rage when it shall find The harme of vnskan'd swiftnesse will too late Tye Leaden pounds too 's heeles Proceed by Processe Least parties as he is belou'd breake out And sacke great Rome with Romanes Brut. If it were so Sicin What do ye talke Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience Our Ediles smot our selues resisted come Mene. Consider this He ha's bin bred i' th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword and is ill school'd In boulted Language Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction Giue me leaue I le go to him and vndertake to bring him in peace Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme In peace to his vtmost perill 1. Sen. Noble Tribunes It is the humane way the other course Will proue to bloody and the end of it Vnknowne to the Beginning Sic. Noble Menenius be you then as the peoples officer Masters lay downe your Weapons Bru. Go not home Sic. Meet on the Market place wee 'l attend you there Where if you bring not Martius wee 'l proceede In our first way Menen I le bring him to you Let me desire your company he must come Or what is worst will follow Sena Pray you let 's to him Exeunt Omnes Enter Coriolanus with Nobles Corio Let them pull all about mine eares present me Death on the Wheele or at wilde Horses heeles Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight yet will I still Be thus to them Enter Volumnia Noble You do the Nobler Corio I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes things created
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
the yeare Some two moneths hence vp higher toward the North He first presents his fire and the high East Stands as the Capitoll directly heere Bru. Giue me your hands all ouer one by one Cas And let vs sweare our Resolution Brut. No not an Oath if not the Face of men The sufferance of our Soules the times Abuse If these be Motiues weake breake off betimes And euery man hence to his idle bed So let high-sighted-Tyranny range on Till each man drop by Lottery But if these As I am sure they do beare fire enough To kindle Cowards and to steele with valour The melting Spirits of women Then Countrymen What neede we any spurre but our owne cause To pricke vs to redresse What other Bond Then secret Romans that haue spoke the word And will not palter And what other Oath Then Honesty to Honesty ingag'd That this shall be or we will fall for it Sweare Priests and Cowards and men Cautelous Old feeble Carrions and such suffering Soules That welcome wrongs Vnto bad causes sweare Such Creatures as men doubt but do not staine The euen vertue of our Enterprize Nor th' insuppressiue Mettle of our Spirits To thinke that or our Cause or our Performance Did neede an Oath When euery drop of blood That euery Roman beares and Nobly beares Is guilty of a seuerall Bastordie If he do breake the smallest Particle Of any promise that hath past from him Cas But what of Cicero Shall we sound him I thinke he will stand very strong with vs. Cask Let vs not leaue him out Cyn. No by no meanes Metel O let vs haue him for his Siluer haires Will purchase vs a good opinion And buy mens voyces to commend our deeds It shall be sayd his iudgement rul'd our hands Our youths and wildenesse shall no whit appeare But all be buried in his Grauity Bru. O name him not let vs not breake with him For he will neuer follow any thing That other men begin Cas Then leaue him out Cask Indeed he is not fit Decius Shall no man else be toucht but onely Caesar Cas Decius well vrg'd I thinke it is not meet Marke Antony so well belou'd of Caesar Should out-liue Caesar we shall finde of him A shrew'd Contriuer And you know his meanes If he improue them may well stretch so farre As to annoy vs all which to preuent Let Antony and Caesar fall together Bru. Our course will seeme too bloody Caius Cassius To cut the Head off and then hacke the Limbes Like Wrath in death and Enuy afterwards For Antony is but a Limbe of Caesar Let 's be Sacrificers but not Butchers Caius We all stand vp against the spirit of Caesar And in the Spirit of men there is no blood O that we then could come by Caesars Spirit And not dismember Caesar But alas Caesar must bleed for it And gentle Friends Let 's kill him Boldly but not Wrathfully Let 's carue him as a Dish fit for the Gods Not hew him as a Carkasse fit for Hounds And let our Hearts as subtle Masters do Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage And after seeme to chide ' em This shall make Our purpose Necessary and not Enuious Which so appearing to the common eyes We shall be call'd Purgers not Murderers And for Marke Antony thinke not of him For he can do no more then Caesars Arme When Caesars head is off Cas Yet I feare him For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Caesar Bru. Alas good Cassius do not thinke of him If he loue Caesar all that he can do Is to himselfe take thought and dye for Caesar And that were much he should for he is giuen To sports to wildenesse and much company Treb. There is no feare in him let him not dye For he will liue and laugh at this heereafter Clocke strikes Bru. Peace count the Clocke Cas The Clocke hath stricken three Treb. 'T is time to part Cass But it is doubtfull yet Whether Caesar will come forth to day or no For he is Superstitious growne of late Quite from the maine Opinion he held once Of Fantasie of Dreames and Ceremonies It may be these apparant Prodigies The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night And the perswasion of his Augurers May hold him from the Capitoll to day Decius Neuer feare that If he be so resolu'd I can ore-sway him For he loues to heare That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees And Beares with Glasses Elephants with Holes Lyons with Toyles and men with Flatterers But when I tell him he hates Flatterers He sayes he does being then most flattered Let me worke For I can giue his humour the true bent And I will bring him to the Capitoll Cas Nay we will all of vs be there to fetch him Bru. By the eight houre is that the vttermost Cin. Be that the vttermost and faile not then Met. Caius Ligarius doth beare Caesar hard Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey I wonder none of you haue thought of him Bru. Now good Metellus go along by him He loues me well and I haue giuen him Reasons Send him but hither and I le fashion him Cas The morning comes vpon 's Wee 'l leaue you Brutus And Friends disperse your selues but all remember What you haue said and shew your selues true Romans Bru. Good Gentlemen looke fresh and merrily Let not our lookes put on our purposes But beare it as our Roman Actors do With vntyr'd Spirits and formall Constancie And so good morrow to you euery one Exeunt Manet Brutus Boy Lucius Fast asleepe It is no matter Enioy the hony-heauy-Dew of Slumber Thou hast no Figures nor no Fantasies Which busie care drawes in the braines of men Therefore thou sleep'st so sound Enter Portia Por. Brutus my Lord. Bru. Portia What meane you wherfore rise you now It is not for your health thus to commit Your weake condition to the raw cold morning Por. Nor for yours neither Y' haue vngently Brutus Stole from my bed and yesternight at Supper You sodainly arose and walk'd about Musing and sighing with your armes a-crosse And when I ask'd you what the matter was You star'd vpon me with vngentle lookes I vrg'd you further then you scratch'd your head And too impatiently stampt with your foote Yet I insisted yet you answer'd not But with an angry wafter of your hand Gaue signe for me to leaue you So I did Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much inkindled and withall Hoping it was but an effect of Humor Which sometime hath his houre with euery man It will not let you eate nor talke nor sleepe And could it worke so much vpon your shape As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condâ—tion I should not know you Brutus Deare my Lord Make me acquainted with your cause of greefe Bru. I am not well in health and that is all Por. Brutus is wise and were he not in health He would embrace the meanes to come by it Bru. Why so
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
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
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