As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
thee by Chaucer or Spenser or bid Beaumont lye A little further to make thee a roome Thou art a Moniment without a tombe And art aliue still while thy Booke doth liue And we haue wits to read and praise to giue That I not mixe thee so my braine excuses I meane with great but disproportion'd Muses For if I thought my iudgement were of yeeres I should commit thee surely with thy peeres And tell how farre thou didstst our Lily out-shine Or sporting Kid or Marlowes mighty line And though thou hadst small Latine and lesse Greeke From thence to honour thee I would not seeke For names but call forth thund'ring Aeschilus Euripides and Sophocles to vs Paccuuius Accius him of Cordoua dead To life againe to heare thy Buskin tread And shake a Stage Or when thy Sockes were on Leaue thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughtie Rome sent forth or since did from their ashes come Triumph my Britaine thou hast one to showe To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age but for all time And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warme Our eares or like a Mercury to charme Nature her selfe was proud of his designes And ioy'd to weare the dressing of his lines Which were so richly spun and wouen so fit As since she will vouchsafe no other Wit The merry Greeke tart Aristophanes Neat Terence witty Plautus now not please But antiquated and deserted lye As they were not of Natures family Yet must I not giue Nature all Thy Art My gentle Shakespeare must enioy a part For though the Poets matter Nature be His Art doth giue the fashion And that he Who casts to write a liuing line must sweat such as thine are and strike the second heat Vpon the Muses anuile turne the same And himselfe with it that he thinkes to frame Or for the lawrell he may gaine a scorne For a good Poet 's made as well as borne And such wert thou Looke how the fathers face Liues in his issue euen so the race Of Shakespeares minde and manners brightly shines In his well torned and true-filed lines In each of which he seemes to shake a Lance As brandish 't at the eyes of Ignorance Sweet Swan of Auon what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appeare And make those flights vpon the bankes of Thames That so did take Eliza and our Iames But stay I see thee in the Hemisphere Aduanc'd and made a Constellation there Shine forth thou Starre of Poets and with rage Or influence chide or cheere the drooping Stage Which since thy flight froÌ„ hence hath mourn'd like night And despaires day but for thy Volumes light BEN IONSON Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous Scenicke Poet Master VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THose hands which you so clapt go now and wring You Britaines braue for done are Shakespeares dayes His dayes are done that made the dainty Playes Which made the Globe of heau'n and earth to ring Dry'de is that veine dry'd is the Thespian Spring Turn'd all to teares and Phoebus clouds his rayes That corp's that coffin now besticke those bayes Which crown'd him Poet first then Poets King If Tragedies might any Prologue haue All those he made would scarse make one to this Where Fame now that he gone is to the graue Deaths publique tyring-house the Nuncius is For though his line of life went soone about The life yet of his lines shall neuer out HVGH HOLLAND TO THE MEMORIE of the deceased Authour Maister W. SHAKESPEARE SHake-speare at length thy pious fellowes giue The world thy Workes thy Workes by which out-liue Thy Tombe thy name must when that stone is rent And Time dissolues thy Stratford Moniment Here we aliue shall view thee still This Booke When Brasse and Marble fade shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages when Posteritie Shall loath what 's new thinke all is prodegie That is not Shake-speares eu'ry Line each Verse Here shall reuiue redeeme thee from thy Herse Nor Fire nor cankring Age as Naso said Of his thy wit-fraught Booke shall once inuade Nor shall I e're beleeue or thinke thee dead Though mist vntill our bankrout Stage be spâ—l Jmpossible with some new straine t' out-do Passions of Iuliet and her Romeo Or till J heare a Scene more nobly take Then when thy half-Sword parlying Romans spake Till these till any of thy Volumes rest Shall with more fire more feeling be exprest Be sure our Shake-speare thou canst neuer dye But crown'd with Lawrell liue eternally L. Digges To the memorie of M. W. Shake-speare VVEE wondred Shake-speare that thou went'st so soone From the Worlds-Stage to the Graues-Tyring-roome Wee thought thee dead but this thy printed worth Tels thy Spectators that thou went'st but forth To enter with applause An Actors Art Can dye and liue to acte a second part That 's but an Exit of Mortalitie This a Re-entrance to a Plaudite I.M. The Workes of William Shakespeare containing all his Comedies Histories and Tragedies Truely set forth according to their first ORJGJNALL The Names of the Principall Actors in all these Playes WIlliam Shakespeare Richard Burbadge John Hemmings Augustine Phillips William Kempt Thomas Poope George Bryan Henry Condell William Slye Richard Cowly e. John Lowine Samuell Crosse Alexander Cooke Samuel Gilburne Robert Armin. William Ostler Nathan Field John Vnderwood Nicholas Tooley William Ecclestone Joseph Taylor Robert Benfield Robert Goughe Richard Robinson Iohn Shancke Iohn Rice A CATALOGVE of the seuerall Comedies Histories and Tragedies contained in this Volume COMEDIES THe Tempest Folio 1. The two Gentlemen of Verona 20 The Merry Wiues of Windsor 38 Measure for Measure 61 The Comedy of Errours 85 Much adoo about Nothing 101 Loues Labour lost 122 Midsommer Nights Dreame 145 The Merchant of Venice 163 As you Like it 185 The Taming of the Shrew 208 All is well that Ends well 230 Twelfe-Night or what you will 255 The Winters Tale. 304 HISTORIES The Life and Death of King John Fol. 1. The Life death of Richard the second 23 The First part of King Henry the fourth 46 The Second part of K. Henry the fourth 74 The Life of King Henry the Fift 69 The First part of King Henry the Sixt. 96 The Second part of King Hen. the Sixt. 120 The Third part of King Henry the Sixt. 147 The Life Death of Richard the Third 173 The Life of King Henry the Eight 205 TRAGEDIES The Tragedy of Coriolanus Fol. 1. Titus Andronicus 31 Romeo and Juliet 53 Timon of Athens 80 The Life and death of Julius Caesar 109 The Tragedy of Macbeth 131 The Tragedy of Hamlet 152 King Lear. 283 Othello the Moore of Venice 310 Anthony and Cleopater 346 Cymbeline King of Britaine 369 THE TEMPEST Actus primus Scena prima A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard Enter a Ship-master and a Boteswaine Master BOte-swaine Botes Heere Master
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie Card. The Commons hast thou rackt the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors hath exceeded Law And left thee to the mercy of the Law Queene Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France If they were knowne as the suspect is great Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head Exit Humfrey Giue me my Fanne what Mynion can ye not She giues the Duchesse a box on the care I cry you mercy Madame was it you Duch. Was 't I yea I it was prowd French-woman Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles I could set my ten Commandements in your face King Sweet Aunt be quiet 't was against her will Duch. Against her will good King looke to 't in time Shee 'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd Exit Elianor Buck. Lord Cardinall I will follow Elianor And listen after Humfrey how he proceedes Shee 's tickled now her Fume needs no spurres Shee 'le gallop farre enough to her destruction Exit Buckingham Enter Humfrey Humf. Now Lords my Choller being ouer-blowne With walking once about the Quadrangle I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres As for your spightfull false Obiections Proue them and I lye open to the Law But God in mercie so deale with my Soule As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey But to the matter that we haue in hand I say my Soueraigne Yorke is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realme of France Suff. Before we make election giue me leaue To shew some reason of no little force That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am vnmeet First for I cannot flatter thee in Pride Next if I be appointed for the Place My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here Without Discharge Money or Furniture Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands Last time I danc't attendance on his will Till Paris was besieg'd famisht and lost Warw. That can I witnesse and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke Warw. Image of Pride why should I hold my peace Enter Armorer and his Man Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe Yorke Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor King What mean'st thou Suffolke tell me what are these Suff. Please it your Maiestie this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason His words were these That Richard Duke of Yorke Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper King Say man were these thy words Armorer And 't shall please your Maiestie I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsely accus'd by the Villaine Peter By these tenne bones my Lords hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night as wee were scowring my Lord of Yorkes Armor Yorke Base Dunghill Villaine and Mechanicall I le haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie Let him haue all the rigor of the Law Armorer Alas my Lord hang me if euer I spake the words my accuser is my Prentice and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this therefore I beseech your Maiestie doe not cast away an honest man for a Villaines accusation King Vnckle what shall we say to this in law Humf. This doome my Lord if I may iudge Let Somerset be Regent o're the French Because in Yorke this breedes suspition And let these haue a day appointed them For single Combat in conuenient place For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice This is the Law and this Duke Humfreyes doome Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie Armorer And I accept the Combat willingly Peter Alas my Lord I cannot fight for Gods sake pitty my case the spight of man preuayleth against me O Lord haue mercy vpon me I shall neuer be able to fight a blow O Lord my heart Humf. Sirrha or you must fight or else be hang'd King Away with them to Prison and the day of Combat shall be the last of the next moneth Come Somerset wee 'le see thee sent away Flourish Exeunt Enter the Witch the two Priests and Bullingbrooke Hume Come my Masters the Duchesse I tell you expects performance of your promises Bulling Master Hume we are therefore prouided will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes Hume I what else feare you not her courage Bulling I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit but it shall be conuenient Master Hume that you be by her aloft while wee be busie below and so I pray you goe in Gods Name and leaue vs. Exit Hume Mother Iordan be you prostrate and grouell on the Earth Iohn Southwell reade you and let vs to our worke Enter Elianor aloft Elianor Well said my Masters and welcome all To this geere the sooner the better Bullin Patience good Lady Wizards know their times Deepe Night darke Night the silent of the Night The time of Night when Troy was set on fire The time when Screech-owles cry and Bandogs howle And Spirits walke and Ghosts breake vp their Graues That time best fits the worke we haue in hand Madame sit you and feare not whom wee rayse Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge Here doe the Ceremonies belonging and make the Circle Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades Coniuro te c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly then the Spirit riseth Spirit Ad sum Witch Asmath by the eternall God Whose name and power thou tremblest at Answere that I shall aske for till thou speake Thou shalt not passe from hence Spirit Aske what thou wilt that I had sayd and done Bulling First of the King What shall of him become Spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-liue and dye a violent death Bulling What fates await the Duke of Suffolke Spirit By Water shall he dye and take his end Bulling What shall befall the Duke of Somerset Spirit Let him shun Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Haue done for more I hardly can endure Bulling Discend to Darknesse and the burning Lake False Fiend auoide Thunder and Lightning Exit Spirit Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and breake in Yorke Lay hands vpon these Traytors and their trash Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch What Madame are you there the King Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines My Lord Protector will I doubt it not See you
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâ—ne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for alliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burn'd I may sit in a corner and cry heigh ho for a husband Pedro. Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your Grace ne're a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them Prince Will you haue me Lady Beat. No my Lord vnlesse I might haue another for working-daies your Grace is too costly to weare euerie day but I beseech your Grace pardon mee I was borne to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out of question you were born in a merry howre Beatr. No sure my Lord my Mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those rhings I told you of Beat. I cry you mercy Vncle by your Graces pardon Exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord she is neuer sad but when she sleepes and not euer sad then for I haue heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of vnhappinesse and wakt her selfe with laughing Pedro. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband Leonato O by no meanes she mocks all her wooers out of suite Prince She were an excellent wife for Benedick Leonato O Lord my Lord if they were but a weeke married they would talke themselues madde Prince Counte Claudio when meane you to goe to Church Clau. To morrow my Lord Time goes on crutches till Loue haue all his rites Leonata Not till monday my deare sonne which is hence a iust seuen night and a time too briefe too to haue all things answer minde Prince Come you shake the head at so long a breathing but I warrant thee Claudio the time shall not goe dully by vs I will in the interim vndertake one of Hercules labors which is to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection th' one with th' other I would faine haue it a match and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction Leonata My Lord I am for you though it cost mee ten nights watchings Claud. And I my Lord. Prin. And you to gentle Hero Hero I will doe any modest office my Lord to helpe my cosin to a good husband Prin. And Benedick is not the vnhopefullest husband that I know thus farre can I praise him hee is of a noble straine of approued valour and confirm'd honesty I will teach you how to humour your cosin that shee shall fall in loue with Benedicke and I with your two helpes will so practise on Benedicke that in despight of his quicke wit and his queasie stomacke hee shall fall in loue with Beatrice if wee can doe this Cupid is no longer an Archer his glory shall be ours for wee are the onely loue-gods goe in with me and I will tell you my drift Exit Enter Iohn and Borachio Ioh. It is so the Count Claudio shal marry the daughter of Leonato Bora. Yea my Lord but I can crosse it Iohn Any barre any crosse any impediment will be medicinable to me I am sicke in displeasure to him and whatsoeuer comes athwart his affection ranges euenly with mine how canst thou crosse this marriage Bor. Not honestly my Lord but so couertly that no dishonesty shall appeare in me Iohn Shew me breefely how Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since how much I am in the fauour of Margaret the waiting gentlewoman to Hero Iohn I remember Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night appoint her to look out at her Ladies chamber window Iohn What life is in that to be the death of this marriage Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper goe you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that hee hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned Claudio whose estimation do you mightily hold vp to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero Iohn What proofe shall I make of that Bor. Proofe enough to misuse the Prince to vexe Claudio to vndoe Hero and kill Leonato looke you for any other issue Iohn Onely to despight them I will endeauour any thing Bor. Goe then finde me a meete howre to draw on Pedro and the Count Claudio alone tell them that you know that Hero loues me intend a kinde of zeale both to the Prince and Claudio as in a loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match and his friends reputation who is thus like to be cosen'd with the semblance of a maid that you haue discouer'd thus they will scarcely beleeue this without triall offer them instances which shall beare no lesse likelihood than to see mee at her chamber window heare me call Margaret Hero heare Margaret terme me Claudio and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding for in the meane time I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent and there shall appeare such seeming truths of Heroes disloyaltie that iealousie shall be cal'd assurance and all the preparation ouerthrowne Iohn Grow this to what aduerse issue it can I will put it in practise be cunning in the working this and thy fee is a thousand ducates Bor. Be thou constant in the accusation and my cunning shall not shame me Iohn I will presentlie goe learne their day of marriage Exit Enter Benedicke alone Bene. Boy Boy Signior Bene. In my chamber window lies a booke bring it hither to me in the orchard Boy I am heere already sir Exit Bene. I know that but I would haue thee hence and heere againe I doe much wonder that one man seeing how much another man is a foole when he dedicates his behauiours to loue will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others become the argument of his owne scorne by falling in loue such a man is Claudio I haue known when there was no musicke with him but the drum and the fife and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot to see a good armor and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the fashion of a new dublet he was wont to speake plaine to the purpose like an honest man a souldier and now is he turn'd orthography his words are a very fantasticall banquet iust so many strange dishes may I be so conuerted see with these eyes I cannot tell I thinke not I will not bee sworne but loue may transforme me to an oyster but I le take my oath on it till he haue made
appeare not inconuenient to you to set her before your eyes to morrow humane as she is and without any danger Orl. Speak'st thou in sober meanings Ros By my life I do which I tender deerly though I say I am a Magitian Therefore put you in your best aray bid your friends for if you will be married to morrow you shall and to Rosalind if you will Enter Siluius Phebe Looke here comes a Louer of mine and a louer of hers Phe. Youth you haue done me much vngentlenesse To shew the letter that I writ to you Ros I care not if I haue it is my studie To seeme despightfull and vngentle to you you are there followed by a faithful shepheard Looke vpon him loue him he worships you Phe. Good shepheard tell this youth what 't is to loue Sil. It is to be all made of sighes and teares And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of faith and seruice And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of fantasie All made of passion and all made oâ—â—hes All adoration dutie and obseruanâ— All humblenesse all patience and impatience All puritie all triall all obseruance And so am I for Phebe Phe. And so am I for Ganimed Orl. And so am I for Rosalind Ros And so am I for no woman Phe. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Sil. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Orl. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Ros Why do you speake too Why blame you mee to loue you Orl. To her that is not heere nor doth not heare Ros Pray you no more of this 't is like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone I will helpe you if I can I would loue you if I could To morrow meet me altogether I wil marrie you if euer I marrie Woman and I le be married to morrow I will satisfie you if euer I satisfi'd man and you shall bee married to morrow I wil content you if what pleases you contents you and you shal be married to morrow As you loue Rosalind meet as you loue Phebe meet and as I loue no woman I le meet so fare you wel I haue left you commands Sil. I le not faile if I liue Phe. Nor I. Orl. Nor I. Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Clowne and Audrey Clâ— To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey to morow will we be married Aud. I do desire it with all my heart and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of y e world Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages Enter two Pages 1. Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman Clo. By my troth well met come sit sit and a song 2. Pa. We are for you sit i' th middle 1. Pa. Shal we clap into 't roundly without hauking or spitting or saying we are hoarse which are the onely prologues to a bad voice 2. Pa. I faith y' faith and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse Song It was a Louer and his lasse With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino That o're the greene corne feild did passe In the spring time the onely pretty rang time When Birds do sing hey ding a ding ding Sweet Louers loue the spring And therefore take the present time With a hey a ho and a hey nonino For loue is crowned with the prime In spring time c. Betweene the acres of the Rie With a hey and a ho a hey nonino These prettie Country folks would lie In spring time c. This Carroll they began that houre With a hey and a ho a hey nonino How that a life was but a Flower In spring time c. Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen though there vvas no great matter in the dittie yet y e note was very vntunable 1. Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir we kept time we lost not our time Clo. By my troth yes I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song God buy you and God mend your voices Come Audrie Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Duke Senior Amyens Iaques Orlando Oliuer Celia Du. Sen. Dost thou beleeue Orlando that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised Orl. I sometimes do beleeue and somtimes do not As those that feare they hope and know they feare Enter Rosalinde Siluius Phebe Ros Patience once more whiles our coÌ„pact is vrg'd You say if I bring in your Rosalinde You wil bestow her on Orlando heere Du. Se. That would I had I kingdoms to giue with hir Ros And you say you wil haue her when I bring hir Orl. That would I were I of all kingdomes King Ros You say you 'l marrie me if I be willing Phe. That will I should I die the houre after Ros But if you do refuse to marrie me You 'l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard Phe. So is the bargaine Ros You say that you 'l haue Phebe if she will Sil. Though to haue her and death were both one thing Ros I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen Keepe you your word O Duke to giue your daughter You yours Orlando to receiue his daughter Keepe you your word Phebe that you 'l marrie me Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard Keepe your word Siluius that you 'l marrie her If she refuse me and from hence I go To make these doubts all euen Exit Ros and Celia Du. Sen. I do remember in this shepheard boy Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour Orl. My Lord the first time that I euer saw him Me thought he was a brother to your daughter But my good Lord this Boy is Forrest borne And hath bin tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his vnckle Whom he reports to be a great Magitian Enter Clowne and Audrey Obscured in the circle of this Forrest Iaq. There is sure another flood toward and these couples are comming to the Arke Here comes a payre of verie strange beasts which in all tongues are call'd Fooles Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all Iaq. Good my Lord bid him welcome This is the Motley-minded Gentleman that I haue so often met in the Forrest he hath bin a Courtier he sweares Clo. If any man doubt that let him put mee to my purgation I haue trod a measure I haue flattred a Lady I haue bin politicke with my friend smooth with mine enemie I haue vndone three Tailors I haue had foure quarrels and like to haue fought one Iaq. And how was that tane vp Clo. 'Faith we met and found the quarrel was vpon the seuenth cause Iaq. How seuenth cause Good my Lord like this fellow Du. Se. I like him very well Clo. Godâ—ild you sir I desire you
Shall be when your first Queene's againe in breath Neuer till then Enter a Seruant Ser. One that giues out himselfe Prince Florizell Sonne of Polixenes with his Princesse she The fairest I haue yet beheld desires accesse To your high presence Leo. What with him he comes not Like to his Fathers Greatnesse his approach So out of circumstance and suddaine tells vs 'T is not a Visitation fram'd but forc'd By need and accident What Trayne Ser. But few And those but meane Leo. His Princesse say you with him Ser. I the most peerelesse peece of Earth I thinke That ere the Sunne shone bright on Paul Oh Hermione As euery present Time doth boast it selfe Aboue a better gone so must thy Graue Giue way to what 's seene now Sir you your selfe Haue said and writ so but your writing now Is colder then that Theame she had not beene Nor was not to be equall'd thus your Verse Flow'd with her Beautie once 't is shrewdly ebb'd To say you haue seene a better Ser. Pardon Madame The one I haue almost forgot your pardon The other when she ha's obtayn'd your Eye Will haue your Tongue too This is a Creature Would she begin a Sect might quench the zealâ— Of all Professors else make Proselytes Of who she but bid follow Paul How not women Ser. Women will loue her that she is a Woman More worth then any Man Men that she is The rarest of all Women Leo. Goe Cleomines Your selfe assisted with your honor'd Friends Bring them to our embracement Still 't is strange He thus should steale vpon vs. Exit Paul Had our Prince Iewell of Children seene this houre he had payr'd Well with this Lord there was not full a moneth Betweene their births Leo. 'Prethee no more cease thou know'st He dyes to me againe when talk'd-of sure When I shall see this Gentleman thy speeches Will bring me to consider that which may Vnfurnish me of Reason They are come Enter Florizell Perdita Cleomines and others Your Mother was most true to Wedlock Prince For she did print your Royall Father off Conceiuing you Were I but twentie one Your Fathers Image is so hit in you His very ayre that I should call you Brother As I did him and speake of something wildly By vs perform'd before Most dearely welcome And your faire Princesse Goddesse oh alas I lost a couple that 'twixt Heauen and Earth Might thus haue stood begetting wonder as You gracious Couple doe and then I lost All mine owne Folly the Societie Amitie too of your braue Father whom Though bearing Miserie I desire my life Once more to looke on him Flo. By his command Haue I here touch'd Sicilia and from him Giue you all greetings that a King at friend Can send his Brother and but Infirmitie Which waits vpon worne times hath something seiz'd His wish'd Abilitie he had himselfe The Lands and Waters 'twixt your Throne and his Measur'd to looke vpon you whom he loues He bad me say so more then all the Scepters And those that beare them liuing Leo. Oh my Brother Good Gentleman the wrongs I haue done thee stirre Afresh within me and these thy offices So rarely kind are as Interpreters Of my behind-hand slacknesse Welcome hither As is the Spring to th' Earth And hath he too Expos'd this Paragon to th' fearefull vsage At least vngentle of the dreadfull Neptune To greet a man not worth her paines much lesse Th' aduenture of her person Flo. Good my Lord She came from Libia Leo. Where the Warlike Smalus That Noble honor'd Lord is fear'd and lou'd Flo. Most Royall Sir From thence from him whose Daughter His Teares proclaym'd his parting with her thence A prosperous South-wind friendly we haue cross'd To execute the Charge my Father gaue me For visiting your Highnesse My best Traine I haue from your Sicilian Shores dismiss'd Who for Bohemia bend to signifie Not onely my successe in Libia Sir But my arriuall and my Wifes in safetie Here where we are Leo. The blessed Gods Purge all Infection from our Ayre whilest you Doe Clymate here you haue a holy Father A gracefull Gentleman against whose person So sacred as it is I haue done sinne For which the Heauens taking angry note Haue left me Issue-lesse and your Father 's bless'd As he from Heauen merits it with you Worthy his goodnesse What might I haue been Might I a Sonne and Daughter now haue look'd on Such goodly things as you Enter a Lord. Lord. Most Noble Sir That which I shall report will beare no credit Were not the proofe so nigh Please you great Sir Bohemia greets you from himselfe by me Desires you to attach his Sonne who ha's His Dignitie and Dutie both cast off Fled from his Father from his Hopes and with A Shepheards Daughter Leo. Where 's Bohemia speake Lord. Here in your Citie I now came from him I speake amazedly and it becomes My meruaile and my Message To your Court Whiles he was hastning in the Chase it seemes Of this faire Couple meetes he on the way The Father of this seeming Lady and Her Brother hauing both their Countrey quitted With this young Prince Flo. Camillo ha's betray'd me Whose honor and whose honestie till now Endur'd all Weathers Lord. Lay 't so to his charge He 's with the King your Father Leo. Who Camillo Lord. Camillo Sir I spake with him who now Ha's these poore men in question Neuer saw I Wretches so quake they kneele they kisse the Earth Forsweare themselues as often as they speake Bohemia stops his eares and threatens them With diuers deaths in death Perd. Oh my poore Father The Heauen sets Spyes vpon vs will not haue Our Contract celebrated Leo. You are marryed Flo. We are not Sir nor are we like to be The Starres I see will kisse the Valleyes first The oddes for high and low's alike Leo. My Lord Is this the Daughter of a King Flo. She is When once she is my Wife Leo. That once I see by your good Fathers speed Will come-on very slowly I am sorry Most sorry you haue broken from his liking Where you were ty'd in dutie and as sorry Your Choise is not so rich in Worth as Beautie That you might well enioy her Flo. Deare looke vp Though Fortune visible an Enemie Should chase vs with my Father powre no iot Hath she to change our Loues Beseech you Sir Remember since you ow'd no more to Time Then I doe now with thought of such Affections Stop forth mine Aduocate at your request My Father will graunt precious things as Trifles Leo. Would he doe so I 'ld beg your precious Mistris Which he counts but a Trifle Paul Sir my Liege Your eye hath too much youth in 't not a moneth 'Fore your Queene dy'd she was more worth such gazes Then what you looke on now Leo. I thought of her Euen in these Lookes I made But your Petition Is yet vn-answer'd I will to your Father Your Honor not o're-throwne by your
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâ—d are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
Planets in the Heauens A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make Then Iulius Caesar bright Enter a Messenger Mess My honourable Lords health to you all Sad tidings bring I to you out of France Of losse of slaughter and discomfiture Guyen Champaigne Rheimes Orleance Paris Guysors Poictiers are all quite lost Bedf. What say'st thou man before dead Henry's Coarse Speake softly or the losse of those great Townes Will make him burst his Lead and rise from death Glost. Is Paris lost is Roan yeelded vp If Henry were recall'd to life againe These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost Exe. How were they lost what trecherie was vs'd Mess No trecherie but want of Men and Money Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered That here you maintaine seuerall Factions And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought You are disputing of your Generals One would haue lingring Warres with little cost Another would flye swift but wanteth Wings A third thinkes without expence at all By guilefull faire words Peace may be obtayn'd Awake awake English Nobilitie Let not slouth dimme your Honors new begot Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes Of Englands Coat one halfe is cut away Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides Bedf. Me they concerne Regent I am of France Giue me my steeled Coat I le fight for France Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes Wounds will I lend the French in stead of Eyes To weepe their intermissiue Miseries Enter to them another Messenger Mess Lords view these Letters full of bad mischance France is reuolted from the English quite Except some petty Townes of no import The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd Reynold Duke of Aniou doth take his part The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side Exit Exe. The Dolphin crown'd King all flye to him O whither shall we flye from this reproach Glost We will not flye but to our enemies throats Bedford if thou be slacke I le fight it out Bed Gloster why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts Wherewith already France is ouer-run Enter another Messenger Mes My gracious Lords to adde to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse I must informe you of a dismall fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French Win. What wherein Talbot ouercame is' t so 3. Mes O no wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown The circumstance I le tell you more at large The tenth of August last this dreadfull Lord Retyring from the Siege of Orleance Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe By three and twentie thousand of the French Was round incompassed and set vpon No leysure had he to enranke his men He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers In stead whereof sharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly To keepe the Horsemen off from breaking in More then three houres the fight continued Where valiant Talbot aboue humane thought Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell and none durst stand him Here there and euery where enrag'd he slew The French exclaym'd the Deuill was in Armes All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit A Talbot a Talbot cry'd out amaine And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward He being in the Vauward plac't behinde With purpose to relieue and follow them Cowardly fled not hauing struck one stroake Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre Enclosed were they with their Enemies A base Wallon to win the Dolphins grace Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back Whom all France with their chiefe assembled strength Durst not presume to looke once in the face Bedf. Is Talbot slaine then I will slay my selfe For liuing idly here in pompe and ease Whil'st such a worthy Leader wanting ayd Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd 3. Mess O no he liues but is tooke Prisoner And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerforâ— Most of the rest slaughter'd or tooke likewise Bedf. His Ransome there is none but I shall pay I le hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend Foure of their Lords I le change for one of ours Farwell my Masters to my Taske will I Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake 3. Mess So you had need for Orleance is besieg'd The English Army is growne weake and faint The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply And hardly keepes his men from mutinie Since they so few watch such a multitude Exe. Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry sworne Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly Or bring him in obedience to your yoake Bedf. I doe remember it and here take my leaue To goe about my preparation Exit Bedford Glost I le to the Tower with all the hast I can To view th' Artillerie and Munition And then I will proclayme young Henry King Exit Gloster Exe. To Eltam will I where the young King is Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor And for his safetie there I le best deuise Exit Winch. Each hath his Place and Function to attend I am left out for me nothing remaines But long I will not be Iack out of Office The King from Eltam I intend to send And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale Exit Sound a Flourish Enter Charles Alanson and Reigneir marching with Drum and Souldiers Charles Mars his true mouing euen as in the Heauens So in the Earth to this day is not knowne Late did he shine vpon the English side Now we are Victors vpon vs he smiles What Townes of any moment but we haue At pleasure here we lye neere Orleance Otherwhiles the famisht English like pale Ghosts Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth Alan They want their Porredge their fat Bul Beeues Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes Or pitteous they will looke like drowned Mice Reigneir Let 's rayse the Siege why liue we idly here Talbot is taken whom we wont to feare Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury And he may well in fretting spend his gall Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre Charles Sound sound Alarum we will rush on them Now for the honour of the forlorne French Him I forgiue my death that killeth me When he sees me goe back one foot or flye Exeunt Here Alarum they are beaten back by the English with great losse Enter Charles Alarson and Reigneir Charles Who euer saw the like what men haue I Dogges Cowards Dastards I would ne're haue fled But that they left me ' midst my Enemies Reigneir Salisbury
is a desperate Homicide He fighteth as one weary of his life The other Lords like Lyons wanting foode Doe rush vpon vs as their hungry prey Alanson Froysard a Countreyman of ours records England all Oliuers and Rowlands breed During the time Edward the third did raigne More truly now may this be verified For none but Samsons and Goliasses It sendeth forth to skirmish one to tenne Leane raw-bon'd Rascals who would e're suppose They had such courage and audacitie Charles Let 's leaue this Towne For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues And hunger will enforce them to be more eager Of old I know them rather with their Teeth The Walls they 'le teare downe then forsake the Siege Reigneir I thinke by some odde Gimmors or Deuice Their Armes are set like Clocks still to strike on Else ne're could they hold out so as they doe By my consent wee 'le euen let them alone Alanson Be it so Enter the Bastard of Orleance Bastard Where 's the Prince Dolphin I haue newes for him Dolph Bastard of Orleance thrice welcome to vs. Bast Me thinks your looks are sad your chear appal'd Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence Be not dismay'd for succour is at hand A holy Maid hither with me I bring Which by a Vision sent to her from Heauen Ordayned is to rayse this tedious Siege And driue the English forth the bounds of France The spirit of deepe Prophecie she hath Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome What 's past and what 's to come she can descry Speake shall I call her in beleeue my words For they are certaine and vnfallible Dolph Goe call her in but first to try her skill Reignier stand thou as Dolphin in my place Question her prowdly let thy Lookes be sterne By this meanes shall we found what skill she hath Enter Ioane Puzel Reigneir Faire Maid is' t thou wilt doe these wondrous feats Puzel Reignier is' t thou that thinkest to beguile me Where is the Dolphin Come come from behinde I know thee well though neuer seene before Be not amaz'd there 's nothing hid from me In priuate will I talke with thee apart Stand back you Lords and giue vs leaue a while Reigneir She takes vpon her brauely at first dash Puzel Dolphin I am by birth a Shepheards Daughter My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate Loe whilest I wayted on my tender Lambes And to Sunnes parching heat display'd my cheekes Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me And in a Vision full of Maiestie Will'd me to leaue my base Vocation And free my Countrey from Calamitie Her ayde she promis'd and assur'd successe In compleat Glory shee reueal'd her selfe And whereas I was black and swart before With those cleare Rayes which shee infus'd on me That beautie am I blest with which you may see Aske me what question thou canst possible And I will answer vnpremeditated My Courage trie by Combat if thou dar'st And thou shalt finde that I exceed my Sex Resolue on this thou shalt be fortunate If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate Dolph Thou hast astonisht me with thy high termes Onely this proofe I le of thy Valour make In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me And if thou vanquishest thy words are true Otherwise I renounce all confidence Puzel I am prepar'd here is my keene-edg'd Sword Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each side The which at Touraine in S. Katherines Church-yard Out of a great deale of old Iron I chose forth Dolph Then come a Gods name I feare no woman Puzel And while I liue I le ne're flye from a man Here they fight and Ioane de Puzel ouercomes Dolph Stay stay thy hands thou art an Amazon And fightest with the Sword of Debora Puzel Christs Mother helpes me else I were too weake Dolph Who e're helps thee 't is thou that must help me Impatiently I burne with thy desire My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd Excellent Puzel if thy name be so Let me thy seruant and not Soueraigne be 'T is the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus Puzel I must not yeeld to any rights of Loue For my Profession's sacred from aboue When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence Then will I thinke vpon a recompence Dolph Meane time looke gracious on thy prostrate Thrall Reigneir My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke Alans Doubtlesse he shriues this woman to her smock Else ne're could he so long protract his speech Reigneir Shall wee disturbe him since hee keepes no meane Alan He may meane more then we poor men do know These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues Reigneir My Lord where are you what deuise you on Shall we giue o're Orleance or no Puzel Why no I say distrustfull Recreants Fight till the last gaspe I le be your guard Dolph What shee sayes I le confirme wee 'le fight it out Puzel Assign'd am I to be the English Scourge This night the Siege assuredly I le rayse Expect Saint Martins Summer Halcyons dayes Since I haue entred into these Warres Glory is like a Circle in the Water Which neuer ceaseth to enlarge it selfe Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught With Henries death the English Circle ends Dispersed are the glories it included Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once Dolph Was Mahomet inspired with a Doue Thou with an Eagle art inspired then Helen the Mother of Great Constantine Nor yet S. Philips daughters were like thee Bright Starre of Venus falne downe on the Earth How may I reuerently worship thee enough Alanson Leaue off delayes and let vs rayse the Siege Reigneir Woman do what thou canst to saue our honors Driue them from Orleance and be immortaliz'd Dolph Presently wee 'le try come let 's away about it No Prophet will I trust if shee proue false Exeunt Enter Gloster with his Seruing-men Glost I am come to suruey the Tower this day Since Henries death I feare there is Conueyance Where be these Warders that they wait not here Open the Gates 't is Gloster that calls 1. Warder Who 's there that knocks so imperiously Glost 1. Man It is the Noble Duke of Gloster 2. Warder Who ere he be you may not be let in 1. Man Villaines answer you so the Lord Protector 1. Warder The Lord protect him so we answer him We doe no otherwise then wee are will'd Glost. Who willed you or whose will stands but mine There 's none Protector of the Realme but I Breake vp the Gates I le be your warrantize Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates and Wooduile the Lieutenant speakes within Wooduile What noyse is this what Traytors haue wee here Glost. Lieutenant is it you whose voyce I heare Open the Gates here 's Gloster that would enter Wooduile Haue patience Noble Duke I
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
well guerdon'd for these good deserts Elianor Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King Iniurious Duke that threatest where 's no cause Buck. True Madame none at all what call you this Away with them let them be clapt vp close And kept asunder you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee Wee 'le see your Trinkets here all forth-comming All away Exit Yorke Lord Buckingham me thinks you watcht her well A pretty Plot well chosen to build vpon Now pray my Lord let 's see the Deuils Writ What haue we here Reades The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-line and dye a violent death Why this is iust Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere posso Well to the rest Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By Water shall he dye and take his end What shall betide the Duke of Somerset Let him shunne Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Come come my Lords These Oracles are hardly attain'd And hardly vnderstood The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones With him the Husband of this louely Lady Thither goes these Newes As fast as Horse can carry them A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue my Lord of York To be the Poste in hope of his reward Yorke At your pleasure my good Lord. Who 's within there hoe Enter a Seruingman Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night Away Exeunt Enter the King Queene Protector Cardinall and Suffolke with Faulkners hallowing Queene Beleeue me Lords for flying at the Brooke I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day Yet by your leaue the Winde was very high And ten to one old Ioane had not gone out King But what a point my Lord your Faulcon made And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest To see how God in all his Creatures workes Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high Suff. No maruell and it like your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well They know their Master loues to be aloft And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch Glost My Lord 't is but a base ignoble minde That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore Card. I thought as much hee would be aboue the Clouds Glost I my Lord Cardinall how thinke you by that Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen King The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth thine Eyes Thoughts Beat on a Crowne the Treasure of thy Heart Pernitious Protector dangerous Peere That smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale Glost What Cardinall Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae Church-men so hot Good Vnckle hide such mallice With such Holynesse can you doe it Suff. No mallice Sir no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell and so bad a Peere Glost As who my Lord Suff. Why as you my Lord An 't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship Glost Why Suffolke England knowes thine insolence Queene And thy Ambition Gloster King I prythee peace good Queene And whet not on these furious Peeres For bl◠〈◊〉 the Peace-makers on Earth Ca◠〈◊〉 me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword Glost Faith holy Vnckle would 't were come to that Card. Marry when thou dar'st Glost Make vp no factious numbers for the matter In thine owne person answere thy abuse Card. I where thou dar'st not peepe And if thou dar'st this Euening On the East side of the Groue King How now my Lords Card. Beleeue me Cousin Gloster Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly We had had more sport Come with thy two-hand Sword Glost True Vnckle are ye aduis'd The East side of the Groue Cardinall I am with you King Why how now Vnckle Gloster Glost Talking of Hawking nothing else my Lord. Now by Gods Mother Priest I le shaue your Crowne for this Or all my Fence shall fayle Card. Medice teâ—psum Protector see to 't well protect your selfe King The Windes grow high So doe your Stomacks Lords How irkesome is this Musick to my heart When such Strings iarre what hope of Harmony I pray my Lords let me compound this strife Enter one crying a Miracle Glost What meanes this noyse Fellow what Miracle do'st thou proclayme One A Miracle a Miracle Suffolke Come to the King and tell him what Miracle One Forsooth a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight A man that ne're saw in his life before King Now God be prays'd that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse Comfort in Despaire Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Brethren bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre Card. Here comes the Townes-men on Procession To present your Highnesse with the man King Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed Glost Stand by my Masters bring him neere the King His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him King Good-fellow tell vs here the circumstance That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What hast thou beene long blinde and now restor'd Simpc. Borne blinde and 't please your Grace Wife I indeede was he Suff. What Woman is this Wife His Wife and 't like your Worship Glost Hadst thou been his Mother thou could'st haue better told King Where wert thou borne Simpc. At Barwick in the North and 't like your Grace King Poore Soule Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe But still remember what the Lord hath done Queene Tell me good-fellow Cam'st thou here by Chance or of Deuotion To this holy Shrine Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion Being call'd a hundred times and oftner In my sleepe by good Saint Albon Who said Symon come come offer at my Shrine And I will helpe thee Wife Most true forsooth And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce To call him so Card. What art thou lame Simpc. I God Almightie helpe me Suff. How cam'st thou so Simpc. A fall off of a Tree Wife A Plum-tree Master Glost How long hast thou beene blinde Simpc. O borne so Master Glost What and would'st climbe a Tree Simpc. But that in all my life when I was a youth Wife Too true and bought his climbing very deare Glost ' Masse thou lou'dst Plummes well that would'st venture so Simpc. Alas good Master my Wife desired some Damsons and made me climbe with danger of my Life Glost A subtill Knaue but yet it shall not serue Let me see thine Eyes winck now now open them In my opinion yet thou seest not well Simpc. Yes Master cleare as day I thanke God and Saint Albones Glost Say'st thou me so what Colour is this Cloake of Simpc. Red Master Red as Blood Glost Why that 's well said What Colour is my Gowne of Simpc. Black forsooth
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliuer you or else lye for you Meane time haue patience Cla. I must perforce Farewell Exit Clar. Rich. Go treade the path that thou shalt ne're return Simple plaine Clarence I do loue thee so That I will shortly send thy Soule to Heauen If Heauen will take the present at our hands But who comes heere the new deliuered Hastings Enter Lord Hastings Hast Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord. Rich. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine Well are you welcome to this open Ayre How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment Hast With patience Noble Lord as prisoners must But I shall liue my Lord to giue them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment Rich. No doubt no doubt and so shall Clarence too For they that were your Enemies are his And haue preuail'd as much on him as you Hast More pitty that the Eagles should be mew'd Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty Rich. What newes abroad Hast No newes so bad abroad as this at home The King is sickly weake and melancholly And his Physitians feare him mightily Rich. Now by S. Iohn that Newes is bad indeed O he hath kept an euill Diet long And ouer-much consum'd his Royall Person 'T is very greeuous to be thought vpon Where is he in his bed Hast He is Rich. Go you before and I will follow you Exit Hastings He cannot liue I hope and must not dye Till George be pack'd with post-horse vp to Heauen I le in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments And if I faile not in my deepe intent Clarence hath not another day to liue Which done God take King Edward to his mercy And leaue the world for me to bâ—ssle in For then I le marry Warwickes yongest daughter What though I kill'd her Husband and her Father The readiest way to make the Wench amends Is to become her Husband and her Father The which will I not all so much for loue As for another secret close intent By marrying her which I must reach vnto But yet I run before my horse to Market Clarence still breathes Edward still liues and raignes When they are gone then must I count my gaines Exit Scena Secunda Enter the Coarse of Henrie the sixt with Halberds to guard it Lady Anne being the Mourner Anne Set downe set downe your honourable load If Honor may be shrowded in a Herse Whil'st I a-while obsequiously lament Th' vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancaster Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King Pale Ashes of the House of Lancaster Thou bloodlesse Remnant of that Royall Blood Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghost To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne Wife to thy Edward to thy slaughtred Sonne Stab'd by the selfesame hand that made these wounds Loe in these windowes that let forth thy life I powre the helplesse Balme of my poore eyes O cursed be the hand that made these holes Cursed the Heart that had the heart to do it Cursed the Blood that let this blood from hence More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch That makes vs wretched by the death of thee Then I can wish to Wolues to Spiders Toades Or any creeping venom'd thing that liues If euer he haue Childe Abortiue be it Prodigeous and vntimely brought to light Whose vgly and vnnaturall Aspect May fright the hopefull Mother at the view And that be Heyre to his vnhappinesse If euer he haue Wife let her be made More miserable by the death of him Then I am made by my young Lord and thee Come now towards Chertsey with your holy Lode Taken from Paules to be interred there And still as you are weary of this waight Rest you whiles I lament King Henries Coarse Enter Richard Duke of Gloster Rich. Stay you that beare the Coarse set it down An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend To stop deuoted charitable deeds Rich. Villaines set downe the Coarse or by S. Paul I le make a Coarse of him that disobeyes Gen. My Lord stand backe and let the Coffin passe Rich. Vnmanner'd Dogge Stand'st thou when I commaund Aduance thy Halbert higher then my brest Or by S. Paul I le strike thee to my Foote And spurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldnesse Anne What do you tremble are you all affraid Alas I blame you not for you are Mortall And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell Auant thou dreadfull minister of Hell Thou had'st but power ouer his Mortall body His Soule thou canst not haue Therefore be gone Rich. Sweet Saint for Charity be not so curst An. Foule Diuell For Gods sake hence and trouble vs not For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell Fill'd it with cursing cries and deepe exclaimes If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries Oh Gentlemen see see dead Henries wounds Open their congeal'd mouthes and bleed afresh Blush blush thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall Prouokes this Deluge most vnnaturall O God! which this Blood mad'st reuenge his death O Earth which this Blood drink'st reuenge his death Either Heau'n with Lightning strike the murth'rer dead Or Earth gape open wide and eate him quicke As thou dost swallow vp this good Kings blood Which his Hell-gouern'd arme hath butchered Rich. Lady you know no Rules of Charity Which renders good for bad Blessings for Curses An. Villaine thou know'st nor law of God nor Man No Beast so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty Rich. But I know none and therefore am no Beast An. O wonderfull when diuels tell the truth Rich. More wonderfull when Angels are so angry Vouchsafe diuine perfection of a Woman Of these supposed Crimes to giue me leaue By circumstance but to acquit my selfe An. Vouchsafe defus'd infection of man Of these knowne euils but to giue me leaue By circumstance to curse thy cursed Selfe Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee let me haue Some patient leysure to excuse my selfe An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee Thou can'st make no excuse currant But to hang thy selfe Rich. By such dispaire I should accuse my selfe An. And by dispairing shalt thou stand excused For doing worthy Vengeance on thy selfe That did'st vnworthy slaughter vpon others Rich. Say that I slew them not An. Then say they were not slaine But dead they are and diuellish slaue by thee Rich. I did not kill your Husband An. Why then he is aliue Rich. Nay he is dead and slaine by Edwards hands An. In thy foule throat thou Ly'st Queene Margaret saw Thy murd'rous Faulchion smoaking in his blood The which thou once didd'st bend against her brest But that thy Brothers beate aside the point Rich. I was prouoked by her sland'rous tongue That laid their guilt vpon my guiltlesse Shoulders An. Thou was 't prouoked
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
you will not wed I le pardon you Graze where you will you shall not house with me Looke too 't thinke on 't I do not vse to iest Thursday is neere lay hand on heart aduise And you be mine I le giue you to my Friend And you be not hang beg straue die in the streets For by my soule I le nere acknowledge thee Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good Trust too 't bethinke you I le not be forsworne Exit Iuli. Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes That sees into the bottome of my griefe O sweet my Mother cast me not away Delay this marriage for a month a weeke Or if you do not make the Bridall bed In that dimâ— Monument where Tybalt lies Mo. Talke not to me for I le not speake a word Do as thou wilt for I haue done with thee Exit Iul. O God! O Nurse how shall this be preuented My Husband is on earth my faith in heauen How shall that faith returne againe to earth Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen By leauing earth Comfort me counsaile me Hlacke alacke that heauen should practise stratagems Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe What saist thou hast thou not a word of ioy Some comfort Nurse Nur. Faith here it is Romeo is banished and all the world to nothing That he dares nere come backe to challenge you Or if he do it needs must be by stealth Then since the case so stands as now it doth I thinke it best you married with the Countie O hee 's a Louely Gentleman Romeos a dish-clout to him an Eagle Madam Hath not so greene so quicke so faire an eye As Paris hath beshrow my very heart I thinke you are happy in this second match For it excels your first or if it did not Your first is dead or 't were as good he were As liuing here and you no vse of him Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart Nur. And from my soule too Or else beshrew them both Iul. Amen Nur. What Iul. Well thou hast comforted me marue'lous much Go in and tell my Lady I am gone Hauing displeas'd my Father to Lawrence Cell To make confession and to be absolu'd Nur. Marrie I will and this is wisely done Iul. Auncient damnation O most wicked fiend It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare So many thousand times Go Counsellor Thou and my bosome henchforth shall be twaine I le to the Frier to know his remedie If all else faile my selfe haue power to die Exeunt Enter Frier and Countie Paris Fri. On Thursday sir the time is very short Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so And I am nothing slow to slack his hast Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind Vneuen is the course I like it not Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalis death And therfore haue I little talke of Loue For Venus smiles not in a house of teares Now sir her Father counts it dangerous That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway And in his wisedome hasts our marriage To stop the inundation of her teares Which too much minded by her selfe alone May be put from her by societie Now doe you know the reason of this hast Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd Looke sir here comes the Lady towards my Cell Enter Iuliet Par. Happily met my Lady and my wife Iul. That may be sir when I may be a wife Par. That may be must be Loue on Thursday next Iul. What must be shall be Fri. That 's a certaine text Par. Come you to make confession to this Father Iul. To answere that I should confesse to you Par. Do not denie to him that you Loue me Iul. I will confesse to you that I Loue him Par. So will ye I am sure that you Loue me Iul. If I do so it will be of more price Benig spoke behind your backe then to your face Par. Poore soule thy face is much abus'd with teares Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that For it was bad inough before their spight Pa. Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report Iul. That is no slaunder sir which is a truth And what I spake I spake it to thy face Par. Thy face is mine and thou hast slaundred it Iul. It may be so for it is not mine owne Are you at leisure Holy Father now Or shall I come to you at euening Masse Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now My Lord you must intreat the time alone Par. Godsheild I should disturbe Deuotion Iuliet on Thursday early will I rowse yee Till then adue and keepe this holy kisse Exit Paris Iul. O shut the doore and when thou hast done so Come weepe with me past hope past care past helpe Fri. O Iuliet I alreadie know thy griefe It streames me past the compasse of my wits I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it On Thursday next be married to this Countie Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent it If in thy wisedome thou canst giue no helpe Do thou but call my resolution wise And with ' his knife I le helpe it presently God ioyn'd my heart and Romeos thou our hands And ere this hand by thee to Romeo seal'd Shall be the Labell to another Deede Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt Turne to another this shall slay them both Therefore out of thy long expetien'st time Giue me some present counsell or behold Twixt my extreames and me this bloody knife Shall play the vmpeere arbitrating that Which the commission of thy yeares and art Could to no issue of true honour bring Be not so long to speak I long to die If what thou speak'st speake not of remedy Fri. Hold Daughter I doe spie a kind of hope Which craues as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would preuent If rather then to marrie Countie Paris Thou hast the strength of will to stay thy selfe Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake A thinglike death to chide away this shame That coap'st with death himselfe to scape fro it And if thou dar'st I le giue thee remedie Iul. Oh bid me leape rather then marrie Paris From of the Battlements of any Tower Or walke in theeuish waies or bid me lurke Where Serpents are chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones With reckie shankes and yellow chappels sculls Or bid me go into a new made graue And hide me with a dead man in his graue Things that to heare them told haue made me tremble And I will doe it without feare or doubt To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue. Fri. Hold then goe home be merrie giue consent To marrie Paris wensday is to morrow To morrow
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as